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They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for he... | No speaker | far out of your way."<|quote|>They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the... | I have dragged you so far out of your way."<|quote|>They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregul... | those soulless, atheistical women who have been so shown up by Miss Corelli. It was surprising (and alarming) that she should suddenly say, "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, and ... | "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 references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness and culture, she was probably one of those soulless, atheistical women wh... | 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 ... | 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 caught the world. Oh, to acquire culture! Oh, to pronounce foreign names correctly! Oh... | 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 thought it most tinkling and superficial, and sai... | 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 lady started! But it would take one years. Wi... | Howards End |
"Helen! Let us in!" | Margaret | tapped at the dining-room window.<|quote|>"Helen! Let us in!"</|quote|>"All right," said a voice. | leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window.<|quote|>"Helen! Let us in!"</|quote|>"All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this | towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window.<|quote|>"Helen! Let... | and have some tea. We should be so glad. I have dragged you so far out of your way." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older ho... | 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 references to her sister and her brother were uncharitab... | 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 together into a sentence, he could not... | 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 to you? What is the good of the Arts if they re interchangeable? W... | 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." Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier s... | Howards End |
"All right," | Helen | window. "Helen! Let us in!"<|quote|>"All right,"</|quote|>said a voice. "You ve | and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!"<|quote|>"All right,"</|quote|>said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s | hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!"<|quote|>"All right,"</|qu... | We should be so glad. I have dragged you so far out of your way." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a squar... | 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 references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness a... | 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,"... | 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 to you? What is the good of the Arts if they re interchangeable? What is the good of the ear if... | 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 references to her sis... | Howards End |
said a voice. | No speaker | Let us in!" "All right,"<|quote|>said a voice.</|quote|>"You ve been taking this | at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right,"<|quote|>said a voice.</|quote|>"You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a | evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right,"<|quote|>said a voice... | be so glad. I have dragged you so far out of your way." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irr... | 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 references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness and culture... | 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," he co... | 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 to you? What is the good of the Arts if they re interchangeable? What is the good of the ear if it tells yo... | 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. Behind Mon... | Howards End |
"You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." | Margaret | "All right," said a voice.<|quote|>"You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella."</|quote|>"Taken a what?" said Helen, | window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice.<|quote|>"You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella."</|quote|>"Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what | left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice.<|quote|>"You ve been t... | I have dragged you so far out of your way." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parap... | 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 references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness and culture, she was ... | 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," he could not quite forge... | 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 same as... | 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 do come these t... | Howards End |
"Taken a what?" | Helen | taking this gentleman s umbrella."<|quote|>"Taken a what?"</|quote|>said Helen, opening the door. | a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella."<|quote|>"Taken a what?"</|quote|>said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do | parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella."<|quote|>"Taken a what?"</|q... | your way." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fum... | 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 references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness and culture, she was probably one of those soulless, atheistica... | 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 umbrella. Yes, the umbr... | 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 same as the eye? Helen s one aim is to translate tu... | 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 the wells of though... | Howards End |
said Helen, opening the door. | No speaker | s umbrella." "Taken a what?"<|quote|>said Helen, opening the door.</|quote|>"Oh, what s that? Do | ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?"<|quote|>said Helen, opening the door.</|quote|>"Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you | grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?"<|quote|>said Helen, opening the... | had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her lat... | 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 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 hav... | 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 the real... | 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 same as the eye? Helen s one aim is to translate tunes into 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 splendid. Such a splash as ... | Howards End |
"Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" | Helen | said Helen, opening the door.<|quote|>"Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?"</|quote|>"Helen, you must not be | s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door.<|quote|>"Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?"</|quote|>"Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this | latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door.<|quote|>"Oh, what s that? Do com... | The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forg... | 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 by Miss Corelli... | 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... | 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 same as the eye? Helen s one aim is to translate tunes into the language of painting, an... | 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... | Howards End |
"Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." | Margaret | in! How do you do?"<|quote|>"Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it."</|quote|>"Oh, I am so sorry!" | what s that? Do come in! How do you do?"<|quote|>"Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it."</|quote|>"Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair | by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?"<|quote|>"Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took... | filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she ... | 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 by Miss Corelli. It was surprising (and alarming) that she should sudden... | 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 Debussy the umbrella persisted, with the steady beat of a drum.... | 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. It s very ... | 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 |
"Oh, I am so sorry!" | Helen | of coming round for it."<|quote|>"Oh, I am so sorry!"</|quote|>cried Helen, all her hair | he has had the trouble of coming round for it."<|quote|>"Oh, I am so sorry!"</|quote|>cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off | s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it."<|quote|>"Oh, I am so sorry!"</|quote|>cried Helen, all her hair f... | square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Take... | 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, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun h... | 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 instead. I suppose my umbrella will be ... | 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 rubbish, radically false. If Monet ... | 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... | Howards End |
cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. | No speaker | "Oh, I am so sorry!"<|quote|>cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair.</|quote|>"I do nothing but steal | of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!"<|quote|>cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair.</|quote|>"I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very | said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!"<|quote|>cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as s... | grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "... | soulless, atheistical women who have been so shown up by Miss Corelli. It was surprising (and alarming) that she should suddenly say, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater,... | 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 instead. I suppose my umbrella will be all right." Earlier in the ... | 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 rubbish, radically false. If Monet s really Debussy, a... | 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!" which terrified him. She did not attract him, though she filled him with awe. Her figure was meagre, her face seemed... | Howards End |
"I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." | Helen | into the big dining-room chair.<|quote|>"I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is."</|quote|>The light was turned on, | returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair.<|quote|>"I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is."</|quote|>The light was turned on, and they began to search | gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair.<|quote|>"I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry!... | at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he h... | you ll come in and have some tea. We should be so glad. I have dragged you so far out of your way." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the le... | 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 do without a progra... | 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 quarrelled. "Now, this ver... | 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 references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness... | Howards End |
The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. | No speaker | least, I THINK it is."<|quote|>The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries.</|quote|>"Don t you talk, Meg! | nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is."<|quote|>The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries.</|quote|>"Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman | off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is."<|quote|>The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen,... | Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big ... | and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, gra... | 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 beauty. For he did pursue beauty, and, the... | 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 will ev... | 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 something to worry hi... | Howards End |
"Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids ... | Helen | commenting with shrill little cries.<|quote|>"Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going t... | parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries.<|quote|>"Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I c... | very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries.<|quote|>"Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentlema... | he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly?... | of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "Yo... | 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, "Don t you think so? don... | 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 goodness! He makes me angrier than a... | was surprising (and alarming) that she should suddenly say, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantasti... | Howards End |
She opened it. | No speaker | up. What about this umbrella?"<|quote|>She opened it.</|quote|>"No, it s all gone | the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?"<|quote|>She opened it.</|quote|>"No, it s all gone along the seams. It s | thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?"<|quote|>She opened it.</|quote|>"No, it s all gone along the seams. It s a... | The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked ... | Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big ... | 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 by Miss Corelli. It was surprisi... | 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 do come these terrible gen... | 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." Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered, "Shal... | Howards End |
"No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." | Helen | this umbrella?" She opened it.<|quote|>"No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine."</|quote|>But it was not. He | hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it.<|quote|>"No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine."</|quote|>But it was not. He took it from her, murmured | a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it.<|quote|>"No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It... | turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out... | How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room ... | 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 by Miss Corelli. It was surprising (and alarming) th... | 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 do come these terrible geniuses, like Wagner,... | 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 Debussy the umbrella persisted, with the steady beat of a drum. "I suppose my umbrella w... | Howards End |
But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. | No speaker | umbrella. It must be mine."<|quote|>But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk.</|quote|>"But if you will stop--" | seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine."<|quote|>But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk.</|quote|>"But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how | t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine."<|quote|>But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and th... | Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going... | away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. I... | 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, "I do hope that you ll come in and have some tea. We should ... | 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 splendid. Such a splash... | 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 references to her sis... | Howards End |
"But if you will stop--" | Margaret | lilting step of the clerk.<|quote|>"But if you will stop--"</|quote|>cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how | and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk.<|quote|>"But if you will stop--"</|quote|>cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever | up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk.<|quote|>"But if you will stop--"</|quote|>cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, h... | is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams.... | hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to sea... | have been so shown up by Miss Corelli. It was surprising (and alarming) that she should suddenly say, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling wit... | 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 wells--as it were, they communicate with each other too easily now, and not one of them will ... | come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big din... | Howards End |
cried Margaret. | No speaker | "But if you will stop--"<|quote|>cried Margaret.</|quote|>"Now, Helen, how stupid you | lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--"<|quote|>cried Margaret.</|quote|>"Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I | She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--"<|quote|>cried Margaret.</|quote|>"Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatev... | thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbre... | off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had... | by Miss Corelli. It was surprising (and alarming) that she should suddenly say, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To th... | 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 wells--as it were, they communicate with each other too easily now, and not one of them will run quite clear. That ... | that she should suddenly say, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towere... | Howards End |
"Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" | Margaret | you will stop--" cried Margaret.<|quote|>"Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!"</|quote|>"Whatever have I done?" "Don | of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret.<|quote|>"Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!"</|quote|>"Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you | it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret.<|quote|>"Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!"</|quote|>"Whatever have I d... | was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It mus... | hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptl... | Corelli. It was surprising (and alarming) that she should suddenly say, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right ... | 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 ... | 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 by Miss Corelli. It was ... | Howards End |
"Whatever have I done?" | Helen | how stupid you ve been!"<|quote|>"Whatever have I done?"</|quote|>"Don t you see that | stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!"<|quote|>"Whatever have I done?"</|quote|>"Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? | the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!"<|quote|>"Whatever have I done?"</|quote|>"Don t you see that you... | knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He... | had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony,... | she should suddenly say, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered bla... | 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 s done." Her speeches fluttered away from 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 references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness and culture, she was probably one ... | Howards End |
"Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." | Margaret | been!" "Whatever have I done?"<|quote|>"Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now."</|quote|>For Helen had darted out | Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?"<|quote|>"Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now."</|quote|>For Helen had darted out into the s... | an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?"<|quote|>"Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? ... | down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured ... | the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill... | "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of ev... | 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... | latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! Ho... | Howards End |
For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, | No speaker | a bit of good now."<|quote|>For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting,</|quote|>"Oh, do stop!" "I dare | miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now."<|quote|>For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting,</|quote|>"Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for | "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now."<|quote|>For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting,</|quote|>"Oh, do stop!" ... | the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened hi... | search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? T... | a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over th... | 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 lady started! But it would take o... | 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, "I do hope that you ll come in and have some tea. We should be so glad.... | Howards End |
"Oh, do stop!" | Helen | out into the street, shouting,<|quote|>"Oh, do stop!"</|quote|>"I dare say it is | now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting,<|quote|>"Oh, do stop!"</|quote|>"I dare say it is all for the best," opined | you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting,<|quote|>"Oh, do stop!"</|quote|>"I dare say it is all for the best," opined ... | be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn ... | the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I... | of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen... | 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 lunch and a few shattered... | surprising (and alarming) that she should suddenly say, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sk... | Howards End |
"I dare say it is all for the best," | Aunt Juley | street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!"<|quote|>"I dare say it is all for the best,"</|quote|>opined Mrs. Munt. "We know | had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!"<|quote|>"I dare say it is all for the best,"</|quote|>opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, | him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!"<|quote|>"I dare say it is all for the best,"</|quote|>opined Mrs. Munt. "We kno... | it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk abou... | commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. T... | towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!"... | 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 the ... | 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 references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness and culture, she was ... | Howards End |
opined Mrs. Munt. | No speaker | is all for the best,"<|quote|>opined Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"We know nothing about the | stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best,"<|quote|>opined Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your | You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best,"<|quote|>opined Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"We know nothing about the young man, Margare... | a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw ... | Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. ... | left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking th... | 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 catch up wit... | with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant ov... | Howards End |
"We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." | Aunt Juley | the best," opined Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things."</|quote|>But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, | say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things."</|quote|>But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make | to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-ro... | of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eye... | an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this... | houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s ... | 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 catch up with leisured wom... | must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but ste... | Howards End |
But Helen cried: | No speaker | of very tempting little things."<|quote|>But Helen cried:</|quote|>"Aunt Juley, how can you! | and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things."<|quote|>But Helen cried:</|quote|>"Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and | it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things."<|quote|>But Helen cried:</|quote|>"Aunt Juley, how can you... | Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the st... | it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It ... | forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you mus... | 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 catch up with leisured women, who had been reading steadily from childhood? His brain might be full of names, he might have even he... | must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but ste... | Howards End |
"Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." | Helen | little things." But Helen cried:<|quote|>"Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen."</|quote|>"Yes, I think the apostle | is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried:<|quote|>"Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen."</|quote|>"Yes, I think the apostle spoons ... | a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried:<|quote|>"Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more... | how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do... | muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be m... | grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramsha... | 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 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; t... | in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it.... | Howards End |
"Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," | Margaret | One more failure for Helen."<|quote|>"Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent,"</|quote|>said Margaret. Seeing that her | shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen."<|quote|>"Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent,"</|quote|>said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she | full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen."<|quote|>"Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have g... | nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt... | up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve ... | door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flu... | 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. Behind Mon... | you so far out of your way." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the ... | Howards End |
said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: | No speaker | could have gone as rent,"<|quote|>said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added:</|quote|>"You remember rent ? It | I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent,"<|quote|>said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added:</|quote|>"You remember rent ? It was one of father s | how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent,"<|quote|>said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand... | of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more asha... | all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you v... | do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I d... | 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 Debussy the umbrella persisted, with the steady beat of a dr... | thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbre... | Howards End |
"You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the w... | Margaret | did not understand, she added:<|quote|>"You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, bu... | Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added:<|quote|>"You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confiden... | d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added:<|quote|>"You remember rent ? It was one of fa... | shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the ap... | must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You ou... | gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come... | 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. "I suppose my umbrella will be all right," he was think... | had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it... | Howards End |
"I remember something of the sort now," | Aunt Juley | the work of the devil."<|quote|>"I remember something of the sort now,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, | but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil."<|quote|>"I remember something of the sort now,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, | his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil."<|quote|>"I remember something of the sort now,"</|quot... | I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember ... | t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is ... | choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aun... | 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 something to worry him ever since he could rememb... | all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they bega... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, | No speaker | something of the sort now,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add,</|quote|>"It was lucky that your | of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add,</|quote|>"It was lucky that your father married a wife with | remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she lo... | suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if th... | in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little thing... | a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. ... | 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, always something that distracted... | the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, graspin... | Howards End |
"It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." | Aunt Juley | for she longed to add,<|quote|>"It was lucky that your father married a wife with money."</|quote|>But this was unkind, and | said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add,<|quote|>"It was lucky that your father married a wife with money."</|quote|>But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, | him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add,<|quote|>"It was lucky that your father married a wife... | apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled tha... | miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! ... | is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve kno... | 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 beauty. For he did pursue beauty... | nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, M... | Howards End |
But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, | No speaker | married a wife with money."<|quote|>But this was unkind, and she contented herself with,</|quote|>"Why, he might have stolen | was lucky that your father married a wife with money."<|quote|>But this was unkind, and she contented herself with,</|quote|>"Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as | to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money."<|quote|>But this was unkind, and she conte... | her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, b... | Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he... | the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, w... | 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 beauty. For he did pursue beauty, and, therefore, Margaret s speeches did flutter away from ... | against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening... | Howards End |
"Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." | Aunt Juley | and she contented herself with,<|quote|>"Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well."</|quote|>"Better that he had," said | money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with,<|quote|>"Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well."</|quote|>"Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree | work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with,<|quote|>"Why, he might have stolen the li... | rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the dev... | do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons th... | Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was... | 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 beauty. For he did pursue beauty, and, therefore, Margaret s speeches did flutter away from him like birds. Margaret talked ahead, occasion... | big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill lit... | Howards End |
"Better that he had," | Helen | little Ricketts picture as well."<|quote|>"Better that he had,"</|quote|>said Helen stoutly. "No, I | he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well."<|quote|>"Better that he had,"</|quote|>said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said | the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well."<|quote|>"Better that he had,"</|quote... | ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said... | opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I ... | Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. ... | 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, "Don t you think so? don t you feel the same?" A... | "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see ... | Howards End |
said Helen stoutly. | No speaker | well." "Better that he had,"<|quote|>said Helen stoutly.</|quote|>"No, I agree with Aunt | the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had,"<|quote|>said Helen stoutly.</|quote|>"No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d | something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had,"<|quote|>said Helen stoutly.</|quote|>"N... | faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather... | know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more fail... | old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this um... | 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?" And once she stopped, and ... | She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall,... | Howards End |
"No, I agree with Aunt Juley," | Margaret | he had," said Helen stoutly.<|quote|>"No, I agree with Aunt Juley,"</|quote|>said Margaret. "I d rather | picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly.<|quote|>"No, I agree with Aunt Juley,"</|quote|>said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my | sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly.<|quote|>"No, I agree with Aunt Juley... | nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for sh... | the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Ye... | silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She ope... | 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?" And once she stopped, and said, "Oh, do i... | hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptl... | Howards End |
said Margaret. | No speaker | I agree with Aunt Juley,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"I d rather mistrust people | had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. | tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"I d ra... | trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky tha... | drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons coul... | Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along ... | 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, "Oh, do interrupt me!" which terrified him. She did... | He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing o... | Howards End |
"I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits." | Margaret | with Aunt Juley," said Margaret.<|quote|>"I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits."</|quote|>Their brother, finding the incident | Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret.<|quote|>"I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits."</|quote|>Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to | she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret.<|quote|>"I d rather mistrust people ... | and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father mar... | full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as r... | is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams.... | 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!" which terrified him. She did not attract him... | on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card d... | Howards End |
Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the l... | No speaker | little Ricketts. There are limits."<|quote|>Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with r... | mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits."<|quote|>Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a sup... | with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits."<|quote|>Their brother, f... | fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she c... | you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "Yo... | ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not.... | 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!" which terrified him. She did not attract him, though she filled him with awe. Her figure was meagre, her face seemed... | is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve kno... | Howards End |
"All right, Auntie Tibby," | Helen | they would lose the aroma.<|quote|>"All right, Auntie Tibby,"</|quote|>called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful | ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma.<|quote|>"All right, Auntie Tibby,"</|quote|>called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, | see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma.<|quote|>"All right, Aunt... | with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether ... | remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work o... | be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn ... | 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, "I do hope that you ll come in and have some tea. ... | frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know noth... | Howards End |
called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: | No speaker | aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby,"<|quote|>called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said:</|quote|>"In a way, I wish | or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby,"<|quote|>called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said:</|quote|>"In a way, I wish we had a real boy | scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby,"<|quote|>called Helen... | have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for... | was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I re... | was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about s... | 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, "I do hope that you ll come in and have some tea. We should be so glad. I ... | to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and yo... | Howards End |
"In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." | Margaret | while Margaret, thoughtful again, said:<|quote|>"In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier."</|quote|>"So do I," said her | right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said:<|quote|>"In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier."</|quote|>"So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for | too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said:<|quote|>"In... | well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deft... | the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," ... | murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrell... | 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, "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." They... | been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare sa... | Howards End |
"So do I," | Helen | make entertaining so much easier."<|quote|>"So do I,"</|quote|>said her sister. "Tibby only | cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier."<|quote|>"So do I,"</|quote|>said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing | to the ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier."<|quote|>"So do I,"</|quote|>said her sister. "Tibby on... | are limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now ca... | to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and... | you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I ... | (and alarming) that she should suddenly say, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of t... | all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut... | Howards End |
said her sister. | No speaker | much easier." "So do I,"<|quote|>said her sister.</|quote|>"Tibby only cares for cultured | It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I,"<|quote|>said her sister.</|quote|>"Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when | to be quick or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I,"<|quote|>said her sister.</|quote|>"Tibby only cares for c... | brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the ladies ... | than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contente... | "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is... | she should suddenly say, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered bla... | better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unki... | Howards End |
"Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." | Helen | do I," said her sister.<|quote|>"Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms."</|quote|>And when they joined him | entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister.<|quote|>"Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms."</|quote|>And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why | or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister.<|quote|>"Tibby only cares for cultured females singi... | incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the ladies to be quick or they w... | suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself w... | done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best... | say, "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." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues ... | shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the ap... | Howards End |
And when they joined him she said rather sharply: | No speaker | for cultured females singing Brahms."<|quote|>And when they joined him she said rather sharply:</|quote|>"Why didn t you make | her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms."<|quote|>And when they joined him she said rather sharply:</|quote|>"Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? | Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms."<|quote|>And when they joined him she s... | there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," called He... | of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts... | frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know noth... | in and have some tea. We should be so glad. I have dragged you so far out of your way." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older... | if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen ... | Howards End |
"Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." | Helen | him she said rather sharply:<|quote|>"Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women."</|quote|>Tibby sighed, and drew a | Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply:<|quote|>"Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women."</|quote|>Tibby sighed, and drew a long stra... | "In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply:<|quote|>"Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibb... | too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, ... | of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen s... | tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your ... | glad. I have dragged you so far out of your way." They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, and the backwater, in deep shadow, was filling with a gentle haze. To the right the fantastic sky-line of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular... | saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen crie... | Howards End |
Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. | No speaker | be swamped by screaming women."<|quote|>Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead.</|quote|>"Oh, it s no good | stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women."<|quote|>Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead.</|quote|>"Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what | Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women."<|quote|>Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hai... | right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she sa... | "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there ... | do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons th... | the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! L... | Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One... | Howards End |
"Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." | Tibby | of hair over his forehead.<|quote|>"Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say."</|quote|>"Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, | and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead.<|quote|>"Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say."</|quote|>"Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her | t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead.<|quote|>"Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what ... | way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do... | that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected th... | Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose... | the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this ge... | thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked the In-and-Out card down. Where s Frieda? Tibby, why don t you ever--No, I can t remember what I was going to say. That wasn t it, but do tell the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbre... | Howards End |
"Leave Tibby alone!" | Margaret | I mean what I say."<|quote|>"Leave Tibby alone!"</|quote|>said Margaret, who could not | s no good looking superior. I mean what I say."<|quote|>"Leave Tibby alone!"</|quote|>said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be | host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say."<|quote|>"Leave Tibby alone!"</|quote|>said Margaret, who c... | of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken... | said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five... | drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons coul... | fumbled for her latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that... | well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deft... | Howards End |
said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. | No speaker | I say." "Leave Tibby alone!"<|quote|>said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded.</|quote|>"Here s the house a | looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!"<|quote|>said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded.</|quote|>"Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, | you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!"<|quote|>said Margaret, who could not bear her brothe... | cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat an... | d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a su... | of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent,"... | latch-key. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! Ho... | away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the y... | Howards End |
"Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" | Helen | her brother to be scolded.<|quote|>"Here s the house a regular hen-coop!"</|quote|>grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" | Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded.<|quote|>"Here s the house a regular hen-coop!"</|quote|>grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can | him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded.<|quote|>"Here s the house a regular hen-coop... | do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped b... | limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called... | can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added:... | by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this ge... | the maids to hurry tea up. What about this umbrella?" She opened it. "No, it s all gone along the seams. It s an appalling umbrella. It must be mine." But it was not. He took it from her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, He... | Howards End |
grumbled Helen. | No speaker | the house a regular hen-coop!"<|quote|>grumbled Helen.</|quote|>"Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. | to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!"<|quote|>grumbled Helen.</|quote|>"Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say | be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!"<|quote|>grumbled Helen.</|quote|>"Oh, my dear!"... | cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, an... | had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma. "... | more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was o... | area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen ... | have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for... | Howards End |
"Oh, my dear!" | Aunt Juley | a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen.<|quote|>"Oh, my dear!"</|quote|>protested Mrs. Munt. "How can | scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen.<|quote|>"Oh, my dear!"</|quote|>protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! | by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen.<|quote|>"Oh, my dear!"</|quote|>protested ... | cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a l... | upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma. "All right, ... | I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s... | tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, a... | trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky tha... | Howards End |
protested Mrs. Munt. | No speaker | grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!"<|quote|>protested Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"How can you say such | the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!"<|quote|>protested Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"How can you say such dreadful things! The number of | Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!"<|quote|>protested Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"How can y... | Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over h... | whether there were scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," c... | he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Ren... | dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had ... | have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for t... | Howards End |
"How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." | Aunt Juley | my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round."</|quote|>"Yes, but it s the | regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round."</|quote|>"Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen | drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"How can you say such dreadful things... | they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, ... | scones for tea. He warmed the teapot--almost too deftly--rejected the orange pekoe that the parlour-maid had provided, poured in five spoonfuls of a superior blend, filled up with really boiling water, and now called to the ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while ... | a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ide... | Let us in!" "All right," said a voice. "You ve been taking this gentleman s umbrella." "Taken a what?" said Helen, opening the door. "Oh, what s that? Do come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round ... | stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tem... | Howards End |
"Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." | Margaret | s the other way round."<|quote|>"Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means."</|quote|>"No, I don t," corrected | there is any danger it s the other way round."<|quote|>"Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means."</|quote|>"No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right | bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round."<|quote|>"Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen... | have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the ho... | boiling water, and now called to the ladies to be quick or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sist... | could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspici... | come in! How do you do?" "Helen, you must not be so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big din... | her, murmured a few words of thanks, and then fled, with the lilting step of the clerk. "But if you will stop--" cried Margaret. "Now, Helen, how stupid you ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an um... | Howards End |
"No, I don t," | Helen | sort of men, Helen means."<|quote|>"No, I don t,"</|quote|>corrected Helen. "We get the | but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means."<|quote|>"No, I don t,"</|quote|>corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but | regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means."<|quote|>"No, I don t,"</|quote|>corrected Helen. "W... | letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" prot... | or they would lose the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahm... | did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the wa... | so ramshackly. You took this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas... | about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen... | Howards End |
corrected Helen. | No speaker | means." "No, I don t,"<|quote|>corrected Helen.</|quote|>"We get the right sort | wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t,"<|quote|>corrected Helen.</|quote|>"We get the right sort of man, but the wrong | "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t,"<|quote|>corrected Helen.</|quote|>"We get the right sort of man, but th... | by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How c... | the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they j... | added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick i... | this gentleman s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do... | good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed... | Howards End |
"We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." | Helen | I don t," corrected Helen.<|quote|>"We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what."</|quote|>"A touch of the W | of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen.<|quote|>"We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what."</|quote|>"A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out | dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen.<|quote|>"We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of h... | women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say su... | "All right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him s... | remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work o... | s umbrella away from Queen s Hall, and he has had the trouble of coming round for it." "Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Helen, all her hair flying. She had pulled off her hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and ch... | holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little... | Howards End |
"A touch of the W s, perhaps?" | Margaret | house--an--I don t know what."<|quote|>"A touch of the W s, perhaps?"</|quote|>Helen put out her tongue. | be a something about the house--an--I don t know what."<|quote|>"A touch of the W s, perhaps?"</|quote|>Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" | but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what."<|quote|>"A touch of the W s, perhaps?"</|quote|>Helen put out her tongue. "Who ar... | her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No,... | entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, i... | say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But thi... | hat as soon as she returned, and had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptl... | of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts... | Howards End |
Helen put out her tongue. | No speaker | of the W s, perhaps?"<|quote|>Helen put out her tongue.</|quote|>"Who are the W s?" | t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?"<|quote|>Helen put out her tongue.</|quote|>"Who are the W s?" asked Tibby. "The W s | men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?"<|quote|>Helen put out her tongue.</|quote|>"Who are the W s?" asked Tibby. "T... | the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get... | said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screa... | than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contente... | had flung herself into the big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony,... | No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me... | Howards End |
"Who are the W s?" | Tibby | Helen put out her tongue.<|quote|>"Who are the W s?"</|quote|>asked Tibby. "The W s | of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue.<|quote|>"Who are the W s?"</|quote|>asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg | don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue.<|quote|>"Who are the W s?"</|quote|>asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Me... | grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the... | cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, an... | the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he migh... | big dining-room chair. "I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill lit... | remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to ... | Howards End |
asked Tibby. | No speaker | "Who are the W s?"<|quote|>asked Tibby.</|quote|>"The W s are things | Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?"<|quote|>asked Tibby.</|quote|>"The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt | get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?"<|quote|>asked Tibby.</|quote|>"The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about a... | protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say t... | Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over h... | work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ric... | nothing but steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, M... | Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick... | Howards End |
"The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!" | Helen | the W s?" asked Tibby.<|quote|>"The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!"</|quote|>"I suppose that ours is | out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" asked Tibby.<|quote|>"The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!"</|quote|>"I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret, | right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" asked Tibby.<|quote|>"The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so ... | Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s f... | when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. ... | man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember something of the sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts pi... | steal umbrellas. I am so very sorry! Do come in and choose one. Is yours a hooky or a nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stol... | rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the dev... | Howards End |
"I suppose that ours is a female house," | Margaret | you don t, so there!"<|quote|>"I suppose that ours is a female house,"</|quote|>said Margaret, "and one must | Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!"<|quote|>"I suppose that ours is a female house,"</|quote|>said Margaret, "and one must just accept it. No, Aunt | ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!"<|quote|>"I suppose that ours is a female house,"</|quote|>said Margaret, "and one mu... | If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perh... | must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could ... | Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d r... | nobbly? Mine s a nobbly--at least, I THINK it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. Sh... | little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. S... | Howards End |
said Margaret, | No speaker | ours is a female house,"<|quote|>said Margaret,</|quote|>"and one must just accept | so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house,"<|quote|>said Margaret,</|quote|>"and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I | don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house,"<|quote|>said Margaret,</|quote|>"and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean... | other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. ... | You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "... | add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ri... | it is." The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve ... | entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, i... | Howards End |
"and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this house is full of women. I am trying to say something much more clever. I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand! Well, I ll give you another example. It ll shock you, but I don t care. Suppose Queen V... | Margaret | a female house," said Margaret,<|quote|>"and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this house is full of women. I am trying to say something much more clever. I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand! Well, I ll give you another example. It ll shoc... | "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret,<|quote|>"and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this house is full of women. I am trying to say something much more clever. I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand! Well, I ll give you ano... | know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret,<|quote|>"and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this hous... | round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are t... | to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the... | was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. T... | The light was turned on, and they began to search the hall, Helen, who had abruptly parted with the Fifth Symphony, commenting with shrill little cries. "Don t you talk, Meg! You stole an old gentleman s silk top-hat. Yes, she did, Aunt Juley. It is a positive fact. She thought it was a muff. Oh, heavens! I ve knocked ... | dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--We... | Howards End |
"That house being the W s house, I presume," | Tibby | that it isn t brutal."<|quote|>"That house being the W s house, I presume,"</|quote|>said Tibby. "You re not | can do is to see that it isn t brutal."<|quote|>"That house being the W s house, I presume,"</|quote|>said Tibby. "You re not going to be told about | to that. So with our house--it must be feminine, and all we can do is to see that it isn t effeminate. Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal."<|quote|>"That house being the W s house, I presume,"</|quote|>said Tibby.... | you, but I don t care. Suppose Queen Victoria gave a dinner-party, and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitzgerald, etc. Do you suppose that the atmosphere of that dinner would have been artistic? Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with o... | s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret, "and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this house is full of women. I am trying to say... | do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped b... | ve been!" "Whatever have I done?" "Don t you see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare... | much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of lettin... | Howards End |
said Tibby. | No speaker | W s house, I presume,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quote|>"You re not going to | brutal." "That house being the W s house, I presume,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quote|>"You re not going to be told about the W | and all we can do is to see that it isn t effeminate. Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal." "That house being the W s house, I presume,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quote|>"You re not going to be told about the W s, my c... | gave a dinner-party, and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitzgerald, etc. Do you suppose that the atmosphere of that dinner would have been artistic? Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with our house--it must be feminine, and all we can ... | the W s?" asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret, "and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this house is full of women. I am trying to say something much more clever. I mean that it was ... | cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a l... | see that you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Mun... | always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A ... | Howards End |
"You re not going to be told about the W s, my child," | Helen | house, I presume," said Tibby.<|quote|>"You re not going to be told about the W s, my child,"</|quote|>Helen cried, "so don t | house being the W s house, I presume," said Tibby.<|quote|>"You re not going to be told about the W s, my child,"</|quote|>Helen cried, "so don t you think it. And on | we can do is to see that it isn t effeminate. Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal." "That house being the W s house, I presume," said Tibby.<|quote|>"You re not going to be told about the W s, my child,"</|quote|>H... | dinner-party, and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitzgerald, etc. Do you suppose that the atmosphere of that dinner would have been artistic? Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with our house--it must be feminine, and all we can do is t... | s?" asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret, "and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this house is full of women. I am trying to say something much more clever. I mean that it was irrevo... | singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hai... | you ve frightened him away? I meant him to stop to tea. You oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We kn... | to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little... | Howards End |
Helen cried, | No speaker | the W s, my child,"<|quote|>Helen cried,</|quote|>"so don t you think | going to be told about the W s, my child,"<|quote|>Helen cried,</|quote|>"so don t you think it. And on the other | another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal." "That house being the W s house, I presume," said Tibby. "You re not going to be told about the W s, my child,"<|quote|>Helen cried,</|quote|>"so don t you think it. And on the other h... | etc. Do you suppose that the atmosphere of that dinner would have been artistic? Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with our house--it must be feminine, and all we can do is to see that it isn t effeminate. Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably ... | Juley know about and you don t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret, "and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this house is full of women. I am trying to say something much more clever. I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you ... | t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." ... | oughtn t to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-r... | the aroma. "All right, Auntie Tibby," called Helen, while Margaret, thoughtful again, said: "In a way, I wish we had a real boy in the house--the kind of boy who cares for men. It would make entertaining so much easier." "So do I," said her sister. "Tibby only cares for cultured females singing Brahms." And when they j... | Howards End |
"so don t you think it. And on the other hand, I don t the least mind if you find out, so don t you think you ve done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette." | Helen | s, my child," Helen cried,<|quote|>"so don t you think it. And on the other hand, I don t the least mind if you find out, so don t you think you ve done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette."</|quote|>"You do what you can | be told about the W s, my child," Helen cried,<|quote|>"so don t you think it. And on the other hand, I don t the least mind if you find out, so don t you think you ve done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette."</|quote|>"You do what you can for the house," said Margaret. | that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal." "That house being the W s house, I presume," said Tibby. "You re not going to be told about the W s, my child," Helen cried,<|quote|>"so don t you think it. And on the other hand, I don t the least ... | you suppose that the atmosphere of that dinner would have been artistic? Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with our house--it must be feminine, and all we can do is to see that it isn t effeminate. Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculin... | about and you don t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret, "and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this house is full of women. I am trying to say something much more clever. I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand!... | make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave... | to talk about stealing or holes in an umbrella. I saw his nice eyes getting so miserable. No, it s not a bit of good now." For Helen had darted out into the street, shouting, "Oh, do stop!" "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is fu... | sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!" "I sup... | Howards End |
"You do what you can for the house," | Margaret | case. Give me a cigarette."<|quote|>"You do what you can for the house,"</|quote|>said Margaret. "The drawing-room reeks | done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette."<|quote|>"You do what you can for the house,"</|quote|>said Margaret. "The drawing-room reeks of smoke." "If you smoked | going to be told about the W s, my child," Helen cried, "so don t you think it. And on the other hand, I don t the least mind if you find out, so don t you think you ve done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette."<|quote|>"You do what you can for the house,"</|quote|>said Margaret. "The drawing-room reek... | is to see that it isn t effeminate. Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal." "That house being the W s house, I presume," said Tibby. "You re not going to be told about the W s, my child," Helen cried, "so don t you t... | am trying to say something much more clever. I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand! Well, I ll give you another example. It ll shock you, but I don t care. Suppose Queen Victoria gave a dinner-party, and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossett... | and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! Th... | "I dare say it is all for the best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I-... | say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margar... | Howards End |
said Margaret. | No speaker | you can for the house,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"The drawing-room reeks of smoke." | a cigarette." "You do what you can for the house,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"The drawing-room reeks of smoke." "If you smoked too, the | my child," Helen cried, "so don t you think it. And on the other hand, I don t the least mind if you find out, so don t you think you ve done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette." "You do what you can for the house,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"The drawing-room reeks of smoke." "If you smoked too,... | Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal." "That house being the W s house, I presume," said Tibby. "You re not going to be told about the W s, my child," Helen cried, "so don t you think it. And on the other hand, I do... | I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand! Well, I ll give you another example. It ll shock you, but I don t care. Suppose Queen Victoria gave a dinner-party, and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitzgerald, etc. Do you suppose ... | his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has alw... | best," opined Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-d... | host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a long strand of hair over his forehead. "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her... | Howards End |
"The drawing-room reeks of smoke." | Margaret | for the house," said Margaret.<|quote|>"The drawing-room reeks of smoke."</|quote|>"If you smoked too, the | "You do what you can for the house," said Margaret.<|quote|>"The drawing-room reeks of smoke."</|quote|>"If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. | Helen cried, "so don t you think it. And on the other hand, I don t the least mind if you find out, so don t you think you ve done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette." "You do what you can for the house," said Margaret.<|quote|>"The drawing-room reeks of smoke."</|quote|>"If you smoked too, the house ... | another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal." "That house being the W s house, I presume," said Tibby. "You re not going to be told about the W s, my child," Helen cried, "so don t you think it. And on the other hand, I don t the ... | that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand! Well, I ll give you another example. It ll shock you, but I don t care. Suppose Queen Victoria gave a dinner-party, and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitzgerald, etc. Do you suppose that th... | "Oh, it s no good looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished... | Mrs. Munt. "We know nothing about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose... | t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret, "and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this house is full of women. I am trying to say something much more clever. I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand! Well, I ll give y... | Howards End |
"If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. Atmosphere is probably a question of touch and go. Even at Queen Victoria s dinner-party--if something had been just a little Different--perhaps if she d worn a clinging Liberty tea-gown instead of a magenta satin." | Helen | "The drawing-room reeks of smoke."<|quote|>"If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. Atmosphere is probably a question of touch and go. Even at Queen Victoria s dinner-party--if something had been just a little Different--perhaps if she d worn a clinging Liberty tea-gown instead of a magenta satin."<... | for the house," said Margaret. "The drawing-room reeks of smoke."<|quote|>"If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. Atmosphere is probably a question of touch and go. Even at Queen Victoria s dinner-party--if something had been just a little Different--perhaps if she d worn a clinging Liberty tea-gow... | you think it. And on the other hand, I don t the least mind if you find out, so don t you think you ve done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette." "You do what you can for the house," said Margaret. "The drawing-room reeks of smoke."<|quote|>"If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. A... | mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal." "That house being the W s house, I presume," said Tibby. "You re not going to be told about the W s, my child," Helen cried, "so don t you think it. And on the other hand, I don t the least mind if you find ou... | even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand! Well, I ll give you another example. It ll shock you, but I don t care. Suppose Queen Victoria gave a dinner-party, and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitzgerald, etc. Do you suppose that the atmosphere of that dinner would ... | looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is a... | about the young man, Margaret, and your drawing-room is full of very tempting little things." But Helen cried: "Aunt Juley, how can you! You make me more and more ashamed. I d rather he had been a thief and taken all the apostle spoons than that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen... | Juley know about and you don t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret, "and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this house is full of women. I am trying to say something much more clever. I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you ... | Howards End |
"With an India shawl over her shoulders--" | Margaret | instead of a magenta satin."<|quote|>"With an India shawl over her shoulders--"</|quote|>"Fastened at the bosom with | worn a clinging Liberty tea-gown instead of a magenta satin."<|quote|>"With an India shawl over her shoulders--"</|quote|>"Fastened at the bosom with a Cairngorm-pin." Bursts of disloyal | "The drawing-room reeks of smoke." "If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. Atmosphere is probably a question of touch and go. Even at Queen Victoria s dinner-party--if something had been just a little Different--perhaps if she d worn a clinging Liberty tea-gown instead of a magenta satin."<|quote|>... | Helen cried, "so don t you think it. And on the other hand, I don t the least mind if you find out, so don t you think you ve done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette." "You do what you can for the house," said Margaret. "The drawing-room reeks of smoke." "If you smoked too, the house might suddenly tu... | etc. Do you suppose that the atmosphere of that dinner would have been artistic? Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with our house--it must be feminine, and all we can do is to see that it isn t effeminate. Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably ... | of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an-... | that I--Well, I must shut the front-door, I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You reme... | be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret, "and one must just accept it. No, Aun... | Howards End |
"Fastened at the bosom with a Cairngorm-pin." | Helen | India shawl over her shoulders--"<|quote|>"Fastened at the bosom with a Cairngorm-pin."</|quote|>Bursts of disloyal laughter--you must | a magenta satin." "With an India shawl over her shoulders--"<|quote|>"Fastened at the bosom with a Cairngorm-pin."</|quote|>Bursts of disloyal laughter--you must remember that they are half | smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. Atmosphere is probably a question of touch and go. Even at Queen Victoria s dinner-party--if something had been just a little Different--perhaps if she d worn a clinging Liberty tea-gown instead of a magenta satin." "With an India shawl over her shoulders--"<|quote|>... | it. And on the other hand, I don t the least mind if you find out, so don t you think you ve done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette." "You do what you can for the house," said Margaret. "The drawing-room reeks of smoke." "If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. Atmosphere is proba... | of that dinner would have been artistic? Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with our house--it must be feminine, and all we can do is to see that it isn t effeminate. Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is... | astonished me. If there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch o... | I suppose. One more failure for Helen." "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if ... | cultured females singing Brahms." And when they joined him she said rather sharply: "Why didn t you make that young man welcome, Tibby? You must do the host a little, you know. You ought to have taken his hat and coaxed him into stopping, instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women." Tibby sighed, and drew a l... | Howards End |
Bursts of disloyal laughter--you must remember that they are half German--greeted these suggestions, and Margaret said pensively, | No speaker | the bosom with a Cairngorm-pin."<|quote|>Bursts of disloyal laughter--you must remember that they are half German--greeted these suggestions, and Margaret said pensively,</|quote|>"How inconceivable it would be | over her shoulders--" "Fastened at the bosom with a Cairngorm-pin."<|quote|>Bursts of disloyal laughter--you must remember that they are half German--greeted these suggestions, and Margaret said pensively,</|quote|>"How inconceivable it would be if the Royal Family cared | masculine. Atmosphere is probably a question of touch and go. Even at Queen Victoria s dinner-party--if something had been just a little Different--perhaps if she d worn a clinging Liberty tea-gown instead of a magenta satin." "With an India shawl over her shoulders--" "Fastened at the bosom with a Cairngorm-pin."<|quo... | don t the least mind if you find out, so don t you think you ve done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette." "You do what you can for the house," said Margaret. "The drawing-room reeks of smoke." "If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. Atmosphere is probably a question of touch and g... | Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with our house--it must be feminine, and all we can do is to see that it isn t effeminate. Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal." "That hous... | it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her... | "Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent," said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s bette... | there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps... | Howards End |
"How inconceivable it would be if the Royal Family cared about Art." | Margaret | suggestions, and Margaret said pensively,<|quote|>"How inconceivable it would be if the Royal Family cared about Art."</|quote|>And the conversation drifted away | they are half German--greeted these suggestions, and Margaret said pensively,<|quote|>"How inconceivable it would be if the Royal Family cared about Art."</|quote|>And the conversation drifted away and away, and Helen s | had been just a little Different--perhaps if she d worn a clinging Liberty tea-gown instead of a magenta satin." "With an India shawl over her shoulders--" "Fastened at the bosom with a Cairngorm-pin." Bursts of disloyal laughter--you must remember that they are half German--greeted these suggestions, and Margaret said... | anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette." "You do what you can for the house," said Margaret. "The drawing-room reeks of smoke." "If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. Atmosphere is probably a question of touch and go. Even at Queen Victoria s dinner-party--if something had been just ... | house--it must be feminine, and all we can do is to see that it isn t effeminate. Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal." "That house being the W s house, I presume," said Tibby. "You re not going to be told about th... | "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt... | did not understand, she added: "You remember rent ? It was one of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the wa... | that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitzgerald, etc. Do you suppose that the atmosphere of that dinner would have been artistic? Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with our house--it must be feminine, and all we can do is to see that it isn ... | Howards End |
And the conversation drifted away and away, and Helen s cigarette turned to a spot in the darkness, and the great flats opposite were sown with lighted windows which vanished and were relit again, and vanished incessantly. Beyond them the thoroughfare roared gently--a tide that could never be quiet, while in the east, ... | No speaker | Royal Family cared about Art."<|quote|>And the conversation drifted away and away, and Helen s cigarette turned to a spot in the darkness, and the great flats opposite were sown with lighted windows which vanished and were relit again, and vanished incessantly. Beyond them the thoroughfare roared gently--a tide that co... | it would be if the Royal Family cared about Art."<|quote|>And the conversation drifted away and away, and Helen s cigarette turned to a spot in the darkness, and the great flats opposite were sown with lighted windows which vanished and were relit again, and vanished incessantly. Beyond them the thoroughfare roared gen... | Liberty tea-gown instead of a magenta satin." "With an India shawl over her shoulders--" "Fastened at the bosom with a Cairngorm-pin." Bursts of disloyal laughter--you must remember that they are half German--greeted these suggestions, and Margaret said pensively, "How inconceivable it would be if the Royal Family care... | you can for the house," said Margaret. "The drawing-room reeks of smoke." "If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. Atmosphere is probably a question of touch and go. Even at Queen Victoria s dinner-party--if something had been just a little Different--perhaps if she d worn a clinging Liberty tea-gow... | that it isn t effeminate. Just as another house that I can mention, but won t, sounded irrevocably masculine, and all its inmates can do is to see that it isn t brutal." "That house being the W s house, I presume," said Tibby. "You re not going to be told about the W s, my child," Helen cried, "so don t you think it. A... | man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W s?" asked Tibby. "The W s are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don t, so there!" "I suppose tha... | of father s words--Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, It s better to be fooled than to be suspicious --that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil." "I remember s... | clever. I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand! Well, I ll give you another example. It ll shock you, but I don t care. Suppose Queen Victoria gave a dinner-party, and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitzgerald, etc. Do you ... | Howards End |
"That reminds me, Margaret. We might have taken that young man into the dining-room, at all events. Only the majolica plate--and that is so firmly set in the wall. I am really distressed that he had no tea." | Helen | Wapping, the moon was rising.<|quote|>"That reminds me, Margaret. We might have taken that young man into the dining-room, at all events. Only the majolica plate--and that is so firmly set in the wall. I am really distressed that he had no tea."</|quote|>For that little incident had | invisible behind the smokes of Wapping, the moon was rising.<|quote|>"That reminds me, Margaret. We might have taken that young man into the dining-room, at all events. Only the majolica plate--and that is so firmly set in the wall. I am really distressed that he had no tea."</|quote|>For that little incident had impre... | a spot in the darkness, and the great flats opposite were sown with lighted windows which vanished and were relit again, and vanished incessantly. Beyond them the thoroughfare roared gently--a tide that could never be quiet, while in the east, invisible behind the smokes of Wapping, the moon was rising.<|quote|>"That r... | shoulders--" "Fastened at the bosom with a Cairngorm-pin." Bursts of disloyal laughter--you must remember that they are half German--greeted these suggestions, and Margaret said pensively, "How inconceivable it would be if the Royal Family cared about Art." And the conversation drifted away and away, and Helen s cigare... | think it. And on the other hand, I don t the least mind if you find out, so don t you think you ve done anything clever, in either case. Give me a cigarette." "You do what you can for the house," said Margaret. "The drawing-room reeks of smoke." "If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. Atmosphere is... | t, so there!" "I suppose that ours is a female house," said Margaret, "and one must just accept it. No, Aunt Juley, I don t mean that this house is full of women. I am trying to say something much more clever. I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand! Well, I ll give y... | sort now," said Mrs. Munt, rather tartly, for she longed to add, "It was lucky that your father married a wife with money." But this was unkind, and she contented herself with, "Why, he might have stolen the little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said ... | looking superior. I mean what I say." "Leave Tibby alone!" said Margaret, who could not bear her brother to be scolded. "Here s the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is a... | Howards End |
For that little incident had impressed the three women more than might be supposed. It remained as a goblin footfall, as a hint that all is not for the best in the best of all possible worlds, and that beneath these superstructures of wealth and art there wanders an ill-fed boy, who has recovered his umbrella indeed, b... | No speaker | that he had no tea."<|quote|>For that little incident had impressed the three women more than might be supposed. It remained as a goblin footfall, as a hint that all is not for the best in the best of all possible worlds, and that beneath these superstructures of wealth and art there wanders an ill-fed boy, who has rec... | wall. I am really distressed that he had no tea."<|quote|>For that little incident had impressed the three women more than might be supposed. It remained as a goblin footfall, as a hint that all is not for the best in the best of all possible worlds, and that beneath these superstructures of wealth and art there wander... | the east, invisible behind the smokes of Wapping, the moon was rising. "That reminds me, Margaret. We might have taken that young man into the dining-room, at all events. Only the majolica plate--and that is so firmly set in the wall. I am really distressed that he had no tea."<|quote|>For that little incident had impr... | the conversation drifted away and away, and Helen s cigarette turned to a spot in the darkness, and the great flats opposite were sown with lighted windows which vanished and were relit again, and vanished incessantly. Beyond them the thoroughfare roared gently--a tide that could never be quiet, while in the east, invi... | can for the house," said Margaret. "The drawing-room reeks of smoke." "If you smoked too, the house might suddenly turn masculine. Atmosphere is probably a question of touch and go. Even at Queen Victoria s dinner-party--if something had been just a little Different--perhaps if she d worn a clinging Liberty tea-gown in... | something much more clever. I mean that it was irrevocably feminine, even in father s time. Now I m sure you understand! Well, I ll give you another example. It ll shock you, but I don t care. Suppose Queen Victoria gave a dinner-party, and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitz... | little Ricketts picture as well." "Better that he had," said Helen stoutly. "No, I agree with Aunt Juley," said Margaret. "I d rather mistrust people than lose my little Ricketts. There are limits." Their brother, finding the incident commonplace, had stolen upstairs to see whether there were scones for tea. He warmed ... | there is any danger it s the other way round." "Yes, but it s the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don t," corrected Helen. "We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that s Tibby s fault. There ought to be a something about the house--an--I don t know what." "A touch of the W s, perhaps... | Howards End |
"Evening, Mr. Dealtry." | Leonard | a fool. "Evening, Mr. Bast."<|quote|>"Evening, Mr. Dealtry."</|quote|>"Nice evening." "Evening." Mr. Dealtry, | told him that he was a fool. "Evening, Mr. Bast."<|quote|>"Evening, Mr. Dealtry."</|quote|>"Nice evening." "Evening." Mr. Dealtry, a fellow clerk, passed on, | were thieves after all, and if he had gone into the house they would have clapped a chloroformed handkerchief over his face. He walked on complacently as far as the Houses of Parliament. There an empty stomach asserted itself, and told him that he was a fool. "Evening, Mr. Bast."<|quote|>"Evening, Mr. Dealtry."</|quote... | wounded in his pride, he tried to wound them in return. They were probably not ladies. Would real ladies have asked him to tea? They were certainly ill-natured and cold. At each step his feeling of superiority increased. Would a real lady have talked about stealing an umbrella? Perhaps they were thieves after all, and ... | in the brightly coloured civilisations of the past, he would have had a definite status, his rank and his income would have corresponded. But in his day the angel of Democracy had arisen, enshadowing the classes with leathern wings, and proclaiming, "All men are equal--all men, that is to say, who possess umbrellas," a... | that beneath these superstructures of wealth and art there wanders an ill-fed boy, who has recovered his umbrella indeed, but who has left no address behind him, and no name. CHAPTER VI WE are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet. This story de... | Suppose Queen Victoria gave a dinner-party, and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitzgerald, etc. Do you suppose that the atmosphere of that dinner would have been artistic? Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with our house--it must be fe... | Margaret. We might have taken that young man into the dining-room, at all events. Only the majolica plate--and that is so firmly set in the wall. I am really distressed that he had no tea." For that little incident had impressed the three women more than might be supposed. It remained as a goblin footfall, as a hint th... | Howards End |
"Evening." | Leonard | "Evening, Mr. Dealtry." "Nice evening."<|quote|>"Evening."</|quote|>Mr. Dealtry, a fellow clerk, | a fool. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Dealtry." "Nice evening."<|quote|>"Evening."</|quote|>Mr. Dealtry, a fellow clerk, passed on, and Leonard stood | if he had gone into the house they would have clapped a chloroformed handkerchief over his face. He walked on complacently as far as the Houses of Parliament. There an empty stomach asserted itself, and told him that he was a fool. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Dealtry." "Nice evening."<|quote|>"Evening."</|quote|... | tried to wound them in return. They were probably not ladies. Would real ladies have asked him to tea? They were certainly ill-natured and cold. At each step his feeling of superiority increased. Would a real lady have talked about stealing an umbrella? Perhaps they were thieves after all, and if he had gone into the h... | of the past, he would have had a definite status, his rank and his income would have corresponded. But in his day the angel of Democracy had arisen, enshadowing the classes with leathern wings, and proclaiming, "All men are equal--all men, that is to say, who possess umbrellas," and so he was obliged to assert gentilit... | wealth and art there wanders an ill-fed boy, who has recovered his umbrella indeed, but who has left no address behind him, and no name. CHAPTER VI WE are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet. This story deals with gentlefolk, or with those who... | dinner-party, and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitzgerald, etc. Do you suppose that the atmosphere of that dinner would have been artistic? Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with our house--it must be feminine, and all we can do is t... | times people whom he knew had dropped in, and counted no more. He knew that he was poor, and would admit it; he would have died sooner than confess any inferiority to the rich. This may be splendid of him. But he was inferior to most rich people, there is not the least doubt of it. He was not as courteous as the averag... | Howards End |
Mr. Dealtry, a fellow clerk, passed on, and Leonard stood wondering whether he would take the tram as far as a penny would take him, or whether he would walk. He decided to walk--it is no good giving in, and he had spent money enough at Queen s Hall--and he walked over Westminster Bridge, in front of St. Thomas s Hospi... | No speaker | Mr. Dealtry." "Nice evening." "Evening."<|quote|>Mr. Dealtry, a fellow clerk, passed on, and Leonard stood wondering whether he would take the tram as far as a penny would take him, or whether he would walk. He decided to walk--it is no good giving in, and he had spent money enough at Queen s Hall--and he walked over W... | fool. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Dealtry." "Nice evening." "Evening."<|quote|>Mr. Dealtry, a fellow clerk, passed on, and Leonard stood wondering whether he would take the tram as far as a penny would take him, or whether he would walk. He decided to walk--it is no good giving in, and he had spent money enough ... | he had gone into the house they would have clapped a chloroformed handkerchief over his face. He walked on complacently as far as the Houses of Parliament. There an empty stomach asserted itself, and told him that he was a fool. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Dealtry." "Nice evening." "Evening."<|quote|>Mr. Dealtry... | to wound them in return. They were probably not ladies. Would real ladies have asked him to tea? They were certainly ill-natured and cold. At each step his feeling of superiority increased. Would a real lady have talked about stealing an umbrella? Perhaps they were thieves after all, and if he had gone into the house t... | the past, he would have had a definite status, his rank and his income would have corresponded. But in his day the angel of Democracy had arisen, enshadowing the classes with leathern wings, and proclaiming, "All men are equal--all men, that is to say, who possess umbrellas," and so he was obliged to assert gentility, ... | and art there wanders an ill-fed boy, who has recovered his umbrella indeed, but who has left no address behind him, and no name. CHAPTER VI WE are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet. This story deals with gentlefolk, or with those who are ob... | and that the guests had been Leighton, Millais, Swinburne, Rossetti, Meredith, Fitzgerald, etc. Do you suppose that the atmosphere of that dinner would have been artistic? Heavens, no! The very chairs on which they sat would have seen to that. So with our house--it must be feminine, and all we can do is to see that it ... | quiet, while in the east, invisible behind the smokes of Wapping, the moon was rising. "That reminds me, Margaret. We might have taken that young man into the dining-room, at all events. Only the majolica plate--and that is so firmly set in the wall. I am really distressed that he had no tea." For that little incident ... | Howards End |
"Evening, Mr. Cunningham." | Leonard | had fallen. "Evening, Mr. Bast."<|quote|>"Evening, Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"Very serious thing this decline | unimaginable, might arise where they had fallen. "Evening, Mr. Bast."<|quote|>"Evening, Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester." | Only for a little. Plans were out for the erection of flats in Magnolia Road also. And again a few years, and all the flats in either road might be pulled down, and new buildings, of a vastness at present unimaginable, might arise where they had fallen. "Evening, Mr. Bast."<|quote|>"Evening, Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"... | be observed all over London, whatever the locality--bricks and mortar rising and falling with the restlessness of the water in a fountain as the city receives more and more men upon her soil. Camelia Road would soon stand out like a fortress, and command, for a little, an extensive view. Only for a little. Plans were o... | exact form of his eye sockets. He pushed on for another mile, and did not slacken speed until he stood at the entrance of a road called Camelia Road which was at present his home. Here he stopped again, and glanced suspiciously to right and left, like a rabbit that is going to bolt into its hole. A block of flats, cons... | wound them in return. They were probably not ladies. Would real ladies have asked him to tea? They were certainly ill-natured and cold. At each step his feeling of superiority increased. Would a real lady have talked about stealing an umbrella? Perhaps they were thieves after all, and if he had gone into the house they... | never be quiet, while in the east, invisible behind the smokes of Wapping, the moon was rising. "That reminds me, Margaret. We might have taken that young man into the dining-room, at all events. Only the majolica plate--and that is so firmly set in the wall. I am really distressed that he had no tea." For that little ... | far as the Houses of Parliament. There an empty stomach asserted itself, and told him that he was a fool. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Dealtry." "Nice evening." "Evening." Mr. Dealtry, a fellow clerk, passed on, and Leonard stood wondering whether he would take the tram as far as a penny would take him, or whethe... | Howards End |
"I beg your pardon?" | Leonard | of the birth-rate in Manchester."<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>"Very serious thing this decline | "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester."<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>"Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester," | Magnolia Road also. And again a few years, and all the flats in either road might be pulled down, and new buildings, of a vastness at present unimaginable, might arise where they had fallen. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Cunningham." "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester."<|quote|>"I beg... | with the restlessness of the water in a fountain as the city receives more and more men upon her soil. Camelia Road would soon stand out like a fortress, and command, for a little, an extensive view. Only for a little. Plans were out for the erection of flats in Magnolia Road also. And again a few years, and all the fl... | did not slacken speed until he stood at the entrance of a road called Camelia Road which was at present his home. Here he stopped again, and glanced suspiciously to right and left, like a rabbit that is going to bolt into its hole. A block of flats, constructed with extreme cheapness, towered on either hand. Farther do... | asked him to tea? They were certainly ill-natured and cold. At each step his feeling of superiority increased. Would a real lady have talked about stealing an umbrella? Perhaps they were thieves after all, and if he had gone into the house they would have clapped a chloroformed handkerchief over his face. He walked on ... | the moon was rising. "That reminds me, Margaret. We might have taken that young man into the dining-room, at all events. Only the majolica plate--and that is so firmly set in the wall. I am really distressed that he had no tea." For that little incident had impressed the three women more than might be supposed. It rema... | income would have corresponded. But in his day the angel of Democracy had arisen, enshadowing the classes with leathern wings, and proclaiming, "All men are equal--all men, that is to say, who possess umbrellas," and so he was obliged to assert gentility, lest he slip into the abyss where nothing counts, and the statem... | Howards End |
repeated Mr. Cunningham, tapping the Sunday paper, in which the calamity in question had just been announced to him. | No speaker | of the birth-rate in Manchester,"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Cunningham, tapping the Sunday paper, in which the calamity in question had just been announced to him.</|quote|>"Ah, yes," said Leonard, who | "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester,"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Cunningham, tapping the Sunday paper, in which the calamity in question had just been announced to him.</|quote|>"Ah, yes," said Leonard, who was not going to let | road might be pulled down, and new buildings, of a vastness at present unimaginable, might arise where they had fallen. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Cunningham." "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester." "I beg your pardon?" "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester... | and more men upon her soil. Camelia Road would soon stand out like a fortress, and command, for a little, an extensive view. Only for a little. Plans were out for the erection of flats in Magnolia Road also. And again a few years, and all the flats in either road might be pulled down, and new buildings, of a vastness a... | Camelia Road which was at present his home. Here he stopped again, and glanced suspiciously to right and left, like a rabbit that is going to bolt into its hole. A block of flats, constructed with extreme cheapness, towered on either hand. Farther down the road two more blocks were being built, and beyond these an old ... | feeling of superiority increased. Would a real lady have talked about stealing an umbrella? Perhaps they were thieves after all, and if he had gone into the house they would have clapped a chloroformed handkerchief over his face. He walked on complacently as far as the Houses of Parliament. There an empty stomach asser... | man into the dining-room, at all events. Only the majolica plate--and that is so firmly set in the wall. I am really distressed that he had no tea." For that little incident had impressed the three women more than might be supposed. It remained as a goblin footfall, as a hint that all is not for the best in the best of... | he would take the tram as far as a penny would take him, or whether he would walk. He decided to walk--it is no good giving in, and he had spent money enough at Queen s Hall--and he walked over Westminster Bridge, in front of St. Thomas s Hospital, and through the immense tunnel that passes under the South-Western main... | Howards End |
"Ah, yes," | Leonard | just been announced to him.<|quote|>"Ah, yes,"</|quote|>said Leonard, who was not | the calamity in question had just been announced to him.<|quote|>"Ah, yes,"</|quote|>said Leonard, who was not going to let on that | fallen. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Cunningham." "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester." "I beg your pardon?" "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester," repeated Mr. Cunningham, tapping the Sunday paper, in which the calamity in question had just been announced ... | little, an extensive view. Only for a little. Plans were out for the erection of flats in Magnolia Road also. And again a few years, and all the flats in either road might be pulled down, and new buildings, of a vastness at present unimaginable, might arise where they had fallen. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Cunn... | like a rabbit that is going to bolt into its hole. A block of flats, constructed with extreme cheapness, towered on either hand. Farther down the road two more blocks were being built, and beyond these an old house was being demolished to accommodate another pair. It was the kind of scene that may be observed all over ... | all, and if he had gone into the house they would have clapped a chloroformed handkerchief over his face. He walked on complacently as far as the Houses of Parliament. There an empty stomach asserted itself, and told him that he was a fool. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Dealtry." "Nice evening." "Evening." Mr. Dea... | I am really distressed that he had no tea." For that little incident had impressed the three women more than might be supposed. It remained as a goblin footfall, as a hint that all is not for the best in the best of all possible worlds, and that beneath these superstructures of wealth and art there wanders an ill-fed b... | is to say, who possess umbrellas," and so he was obliged to assert gentility, lest he slip into the abyss where nothing counts, and the statements of Democracy are inaudible. As he walked away from Wickham Place, his first care was to prove that he was as good as the Miss Schlegels. Obscurely wounded in his pride, he t... | Howards End |
said Leonard, who was not going to let on that he had not bought a Sunday paper. | No speaker | announced to him. "Ah, yes,"<|quote|>said Leonard, who was not going to let on that he had not bought a Sunday paper.</|quote|>"If this kind of thing | in question had just been announced to him. "Ah, yes,"<|quote|>said Leonard, who was not going to let on that he had not bought a Sunday paper.</|quote|>"If this kind of thing goes on the population of | Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Cunningham." "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester." "I beg your pardon?" "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester," repeated Mr. Cunningham, tapping the Sunday paper, in which the calamity in question had just been announced to him. "Ah, yes,"... | extensive view. Only for a little. Plans were out for the erection of flats in Magnolia Road also. And again a few years, and all the flats in either road might be pulled down, and new buildings, of a vastness at present unimaginable, might arise where they had fallen. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Cunningham." "V... | rabbit that is going to bolt into its hole. A block of flats, constructed with extreme cheapness, towered on either hand. Farther down the road two more blocks were being built, and beyond these an old house was being demolished to accommodate another pair. It was the kind of scene that may be observed all over London,... | if he had gone into the house they would have clapped a chloroformed handkerchief over his face. He walked on complacently as far as the Houses of Parliament. There an empty stomach asserted itself, and told him that he was a fool. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Dealtry." "Nice evening." "Evening." Mr. Dealtry, a f... | really distressed that he had no tea." For that little incident had impressed the three women more than might be supposed. It remained as a goblin footfall, as a hint that all is not for the best in the best of all possible worlds, and that beneath these superstructures of wealth and art there wanders an ill-fed boy, w... | real ladies have asked him to tea? They were certainly ill-natured and cold. At each step his feeling of superiority increased. Would a real lady have talked about stealing an umbrella? Perhaps they were thieves after all, and if he had gone into the house they would have clapped a chloroformed handkerchief over his fa... | Howards End |
"You don t say so." | Leonard | will be stationary in 1960."<|quote|>"You don t say so."</|quote|>"I call it a very | on the population of England will be stationary in 1960."<|quote|>"You don t say so."</|quote|>"I call it a very serious thing, eh?" "Good-evening, Mr. | the Sunday paper, in which the calamity in question had just been announced to him. "Ah, yes," said Leonard, who was not going to let on that he had not bought a Sunday paper. "If this kind of thing goes on the population of England will be stationary in 1960."<|quote|>"You don t say so."</|quote|>"I call it a very ser... | down, and new buildings, of a vastness at present unimaginable, might arise where they had fallen. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Cunningham." "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester." "I beg your pardon?" "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester," repeated Mr. Cunni... | these an old house was being demolished to accommodate another pair. It was the kind of scene that may be observed all over London, whatever the locality--bricks and mortar rising and falling with the restlessness of the water in a fountain as the city receives more and more men upon her soil. Camelia Road would soon s... | itself, and told him that he was a fool. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Dealtry." "Nice evening." "Evening." Mr. Dealtry, a fellow clerk, passed on, and Leonard stood wondering whether he would take the tram as far as a penny would take him, or whether he would walk. He decided to walk--it is no good giving in, and... | not for the best in the best of all possible worlds, and that beneath these superstructures of wealth and art there wanders an ill-fed boy, who has recovered his umbrella indeed, but who has left no address behind him, and no name. CHAPTER VI WE are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable and only to be ... | that passes under the South-Western main line at Vauxhall. In the tunnel he paused and listened to the roar of the trains. A sharp pain darted through his head, and he was conscious of the exact form of his eye sockets. He pushed on for another mile, and did not slacken speed until he stood at the entrance of a road ca... | Howards End |
"Good-evening, Mr. Cunningham." | Leonard | a very serious thing, eh?"<|quote|>"Good-evening, Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"Good-evening, Mr. Bast." Then Leonard | say so." "I call it a very serious thing, eh?"<|quote|>"Good-evening, Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"Good-evening, Mr. Bast." Then Leonard entered Block B of the | to him. "Ah, yes," said Leonard, who was not going to let on that he had not bought a Sunday paper. "If this kind of thing goes on the population of England will be stationary in 1960." "You don t say so." "I call it a very serious thing, eh?"<|quote|>"Good-evening, Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"Good-evening, Mr. Bast." T... | they had fallen. "Evening, Mr. Bast." "Evening, Mr. Cunningham." "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester." "I beg your pardon?" "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester," repeated Mr. Cunningham, tapping the Sunday paper, in which the calamity in question had just been a... | the kind of scene that may be observed all over London, whatever the locality--bricks and mortar rising and falling with the restlessness of the water in a fountain as the city receives more and more men upon her soil. Camelia Road would soon stand out like a fortress, and command, for a little, an extensive view. Only... | Mr. Dealtry." "Nice evening." "Evening." Mr. Dealtry, a fellow clerk, passed on, and Leonard stood wondering whether he would take the tram as far as a penny would take him, or whether he would walk. He decided to walk--it is no good giving in, and he had spent money enough at Queen s Hall--and he walked over Westminst... | beneath these superstructures of wealth and art there wanders an ill-fed boy, who has recovered his umbrella indeed, but who has left no address behind him, and no name. CHAPTER VI WE are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet. This story deals w... | walked away from Wickham Place, his first care was to prove that he was as good as the Miss Schlegels. Obscurely wounded in his pride, he tried to wound them in return. They were probably not ladies. Would real ladies have asked him to tea? They were certainly ill-natured and cold. At each step his feeling of superiori... | Howards End |
Then Leonard entered Block B of the flats, and turned, not upstairs, but down, into what is known to house agents as a semi-basement, and to other men as a cellar. He opened the door, and cried, | No speaker | Mr. Cunningham." "Good-evening, Mr. Bast."<|quote|>Then Leonard entered Block B of the flats, and turned, not upstairs, but down, into what is known to house agents as a semi-basement, and to other men as a cellar. He opened the door, and cried,</|quote|>"Hullo!" with the pseudo geniality | very serious thing, eh?" "Good-evening, Mr. Cunningham." "Good-evening, Mr. Bast."<|quote|>Then Leonard entered Block B of the flats, and turned, not upstairs, but down, into what is known to house agents as a semi-basement, and to other men as a cellar. He opened the door, and cried,</|quote|>"Hullo!" with the pseudo ... | who was not going to let on that he had not bought a Sunday paper. "If this kind of thing goes on the population of England will be stationary in 1960." "You don t say so." "I call it a very serious thing, eh?" "Good-evening, Mr. Cunningham." "Good-evening, Mr. Bast."<|quote|>Then Leonard entered Block B of the flats, ... | "Evening, Mr. Cunningham." "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester." "I beg your pardon?" "Very serious thing this decline of the birth-rate in Manchester," repeated Mr. Cunningham, tapping the Sunday paper, in which the calamity in question had just been announced to him. "Ah, yes," said Leona... | be observed all over London, whatever the locality--bricks and mortar rising and falling with the restlessness of the water in a fountain as the city receives more and more men upon her soil. Camelia Road would soon stand out like a fortress, and command, for a little, an extensive view. Only for a little. Plans were o... | Dealtry, a fellow clerk, passed on, and Leonard stood wondering whether he would take the tram as far as a penny would take him, or whether he would walk. He decided to walk--it is no good giving in, and he had spent money enough at Queen s Hall--and he walked over Westminster Bridge, in front of St. Thomas s Hospital,... | art there wanders an ill-fed boy, who has recovered his umbrella indeed, but who has left no address behind him, and no name. CHAPTER VI WE are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet. This story deals with gentlefolk, or with those who are oblige... | a definite status, his rank and his income would have corresponded. But in his day the angel of Democracy had arisen, enshadowing the classes with leathern wings, and proclaiming, "All men are equal--all men, that is to say, who possess umbrellas," and so he was obliged to assert gentility, lest he slip into the abyss ... | Howards End |
"Hullo!" | Leonard | opened the door, and cried,<|quote|>"Hullo!"</|quote|>with the pseudo geniality of | men as a cellar. He opened the door, and cried,<|quote|>"Hullo!"</|quote|>with the pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no | call it a very serious thing, eh?" "Good-evening, Mr. Cunningham." "Good-evening, Mr. Bast." Then Leonard entered Block B of the flats, and turned, not upstairs, but down, into what is known to house agents as a semi-basement, and to other men as a cellar. He opened the door, and cried,<|quote|>"Hullo!"</|quote|>with t... | calamity in question had just been announced to him. "Ah, yes," said Leonard, who was not going to let on that he had not bought a Sunday paper. "If this kind of thing goes on the population of England will be stationary in 1960." "You don t say so." "I call it a very serious thing, eh?" "Good-evening, Mr. Cunningham."... | stand out like a fortress, and command, for a little, an extensive view. Only for a little. Plans were out for the erection of flats in Magnolia Road also. And again a few years, and all the flats in either road might be pulled down, and new buildings, of a vastness at present unimaginable, might arise where they had f... | in, and he had spent money enough at Queen s Hall--and he walked over Westminster Bridge, in front of St. Thomas s Hospital, and through the immense tunnel that passes under the South-Western main line at Vauxhall. In the tunnel he paused and listened to the roar of the trains. A sharp pain darted through his head, and... | only to be approached by the statistician or the poet. This story deals with gentlefolk, or with those who are obliged to pretend that they are gentlefolk. The boy, Leonard Bast, stood at the extreme verge of gentility. He was not in the abyss, but he could see it, and at times people whom he knew had dropped in, and c... | him to tea? They were certainly ill-natured and cold. At each step his feeling of superiority increased. Would a real lady have talked about stealing an umbrella? Perhaps they were thieves after all, and if he had gone into the house they would have clapped a chloroformed handkerchief over his face. He walked on compla... | Howards End |
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