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with the pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no reply. | No speaker | the door, and cried, "Hullo!"<|quote|>with the pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no reply.</|quote|>"Hullo!" he repeated. The sitting-room | as a cellar. He opened the door, and cried, "Hullo!"<|quote|>with the pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no reply.</|quote|>"Hullo!" he repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric | 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, "Hullo!"<|quote|>with the pseudo geni... | 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." "Good-ev... | 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 fallen.... | 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 he ... | 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 counte... | 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 stand out like... | Howards End |
"Hullo!" | Leonard | Cockney. There was no reply.<|quote|>"Hullo!"</|quote|>he repeated. The sitting-room was | the pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no reply.<|quote|>"Hullo!"</|quote|>he repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric light | 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, "Hullo!" with the pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no reply.<|quote|>"Hullo!"</|quote|>he repeated. The sitt... | 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." "Good-evening, Mr. Bast." Then Leonard entered Block B of the flats,... | 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." "Very seriou... | 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 he was conscious of the exact form of his eye sockets. He... | 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 counted no more. He knew that he was poor, and would admit it; he w... | 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 li... | Howards End |
he repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric light had been left burning. A look of relief came over his face, and he flung himself into the armchair. The sitting-room contained, besides the armchair, two other chairs, a piano, a three-legged table, and a cosy corner. Of the walls, one was occupied by t... | No speaker | There was no reply. "Hullo!"<|quote|>he repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric light had been left burning. A look of relief came over his face, and he flung himself into the armchair. The sitting-room contained, besides the armchair, two other chairs, a piano, a three-legged table, and a cosy corner... | pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no reply. "Hullo!"<|quote|>he repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric light had been left burning. A look of relief came over his face, and he flung himself into the armchair. The sitting-room contained, besides the armchair, two other chairs, a piano, a thre... | 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, "Hullo!" with the pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no reply. "Hullo!"<|quote|>he repeated. The sitting-room was emp... | 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." Then Leonard entered Block B of the flats, and turn... | 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." "Very serious thin... | 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 he was conscious of the exact form of his eye sockets. He pushed... | 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 counted no more. He knew that he was poor, and would admit it; he would h... | 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 complacently as far as the H... | Howards End |
"Damn, damn, damnation!" | Leonard | the Cupids, and the books.<|quote|>"Damn, damn, damnation!"</|quote|>he murmured, together with such | own except the photograph frame, the Cupids, and the books.<|quote|>"Damn, damn, damnation!"</|quote|>he murmured, together with such other words as he had | kitchen, where he bathed his hands. The kitchen was the same size as the sitting-room; beyond it was a bedroom. This completed his home. He was renting the flat furnished; of all the objects that encumbered it none were his own except the photograph frame, the Cupids, and the books.<|quote|>"Damn, damn, damnation!"</|q... | accord with her smile, but were anxious and hungry. Leonard tried to pull out the fragments of glass, and cut his fingers and swore again. A drop of blood fell on the frame, another followed, spilling over on to the exposed photograph. He swore more vigorously, and dashed into the kitchen, where he bathed his hands. Th... | swore in a colourless sort of way, and picked the photograph up. It represented a young lady called Jacky, and had been taken at the time when young ladies called Jacky were often photographed with their mouths open. Teeth of dazzling whiteness extended along either of Jacky s jaws, and positively weighed her head side... | agents as a semi-basement, and to other men as a cellar. He opened the door, and cried, "Hullo!" with the pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no reply. "Hullo!" he repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric light had been left burning. A look of relief came over his face, and he flung himself into... | 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 line at Vauxhall. In the tunnel he... | a semi-basement, and to other men as a cellar. He opened the door, and cried, "Hullo!" with the pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no reply. "Hullo!" he repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric light had been left burning. A look of relief came over his face, and he flung himself into the armch... | Howards End |
he murmured, together with such other words as he had learnt from older men. Then he raised his hand to his forehead and said, | No speaker | the books. "Damn, damn, damnation!"<|quote|>he murmured, together with such other words as he had learnt from older men. Then he raised his hand to his forehead and said,</|quote|>"Oh, damn it all--" which | photograph frame, the Cupids, and the books. "Damn, damn, damnation!"<|quote|>he murmured, together with such other words as he had learnt from older men. Then he raised his hand to his forehead and said,</|quote|>"Oh, damn it all--" which meant something different. He pulled | bathed his hands. The kitchen was the same size as the sitting-room; beyond it was a bedroom. This completed his home. He was renting the flat furnished; of all the objects that encumbered it none were his own except the photograph frame, the Cupids, and the books. "Damn, damn, damnation!"<|quote|>he murmured, together... | smile, but were anxious and hungry. Leonard tried to pull out the fragments of glass, and cut his fingers and swore again. A drop of blood fell on the frame, another followed, spilling over on to the exposed photograph. He swore more vigorously, and dashed into the kitchen, where he bathed his hands. The kitchen was th... | colourless sort of way, and picked the photograph up. It represented a young lady called Jacky, and had been taken at the time when young ladies called Jacky were often photographed with their mouths open. Teeth of dazzling whiteness extended along either of Jacky s jaws, and positively weighed her head sideways, so la... | semi-basement, and to other men as a cellar. He opened the door, and cried, "Hullo!" with the pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no reply. "Hullo!" he repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric light had been left burning. A look of relief came over his face, and he flung himself into the armchai... | 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 line at Vauxhall. In the tunnel he paused and liste... | 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, "Hullo!" with the pseudo geniality of the Cockney. There was no reply. "Hullo!" he repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric light had been left ... | Howards End |
"Oh, damn it all--" | Leonard | to his forehead and said,<|quote|>"Oh, damn it all--"</|quote|>which meant something different. He | Then he raised his hand to his forehead and said,<|quote|>"Oh, damn it all--"</|quote|>which meant something different. He pulled himself together. He drank | the flat furnished; of all the objects that encumbered it none were his own except the photograph frame, the Cupids, and the books. "Damn, damn, damnation!" he murmured, together with such other words as he had learnt from older men. Then he raised his hand to his forehead and said,<|quote|>"Oh, damn it all--"</|quote|... | of blood fell on the frame, another followed, spilling over on to the exposed photograph. He swore more vigorously, and dashed into the kitchen, where he bathed his hands. The kitchen was the same size as the sitting-room; beyond it was a bedroom. This completed his home. He was renting the flat furnished; of all the o... | young ladies called Jacky were often photographed with their mouths open. Teeth of dazzling whiteness extended along either of Jacky s jaws, and positively weighed her head sideways, so large were they and so numerous. Take my word for it, that smile was simply stunning, and it is only you and I who will be fastidious,... | no reply. "Hullo!" he repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric light had been left burning. A look of relief came over his face, and he flung himself into the armchair. The sitting-room contained, besides the armchair, two other chairs, a piano, a three-legged table, and a cosy corner. Of the walls, on... | 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 he was conscious of the exact form of his ey... | by the window, the other by a draped mantelshelf bristling with Cupids. Opposite the window was the door, and beside the door a bookcase, while over the piano there extended one of the masterpieces of Maud Goodman. It was an amorous and not unpleasant little hole when the curtains were drawn, and the lights turned on, ... | Howards End |
which meant something different. He pulled himself together. He drank a little tea, black and silent, that still survived upon an upper shelf. He swallowed some dusty crumbs of a cake. Then he went back to the sitting-room, settled himself anew, and began to read a volume of Ruskin. "Seven miles to the north of Venice-... | No speaker | said, "Oh, damn it all--"<|quote|>which meant something different. He pulled himself together. He drank a little tea, black and silent, that still survived upon an upper shelf. He swallowed some dusty crumbs of a cake. Then he went back to the sitting-room, settled himself anew, and began to read a volume of Ruskin. "S... | hand to his forehead and said, "Oh, damn it all--"<|quote|>which meant something different. He pulled himself together. He drank a little tea, black and silent, that still survived upon an upper shelf. He swallowed some dusty crumbs of a cake. Then he went back to the sitting-room, settled himself anew, and began to re... | all the objects that encumbered it none were his own except the photograph frame, the Cupids, and the books. "Damn, damn, damnation!" he murmured, together with such other words as he had learnt from older men. Then he raised his hand to his forehead and said, "Oh, damn it all--"<|quote|>which meant something different... | the frame, another followed, spilling over on to the exposed photograph. He swore more vigorously, and dashed into the kitchen, where he bathed his hands. The kitchen was the same size as the sitting-room; beyond it was a bedroom. This completed his home. He was renting the flat furnished; of all the objects that encum... | were often photographed with their mouths open. Teeth of dazzling whiteness extended along either of Jacky s jaws, and positively weighed her head sideways, so large were they and so numerous. Take my word for it, that smile was simply stunning, and it is only you and I who will be fastidious, and complain that true jo... | repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric light had been left burning. A look of relief came over his face, and he flung himself into the armchair. The sitting-room contained, besides the armchair, two other chairs, a piano, a three-legged table, and a cosy corner. Of the walls, one was occupied by the ... | 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 he was conscious of the exact form of his eye sockets. He pushed on f... | "Hullo!" he repeated. The sitting-room was empty, though the electric light had been left burning. A look of relief came over his face, and he flung himself into the armchair. The sitting-room contained, besides the armchair, two other chairs, a piano, a three-legged table, and a cosy corner. Of the walls, one was occu... | Howards End |
"What ho!" | Leonard | in her eyes confessed it.<|quote|>"What ho!"</|quote|>said Leonard, greeting the apparition | colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it.<|quote|>"What ho!"</|quote|>said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping | but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it.<|quote|>"What ho!"</|quote|>said Leo... | As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so n... | not respectable. Her appearance was awesome. She seemed all strings and bell-pulls--ribbons, chains, bead necklaces that clinked and caught and a boa of azure feathers hung round her neck, with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be ... | of much popular religion; in the domain of business it dominates the Stock Exchange, and becomes that "bit of luck" by which all successes and failures are explained. "If only I had a bit of luck, the whole thing would come straight... He s got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mi... | settled himself anew, and began to read a volume of Ruskin. "Seven miles to the north of Venice--" How perfectly the famous chapter opens! How supreme its command of admonition and of poetry! The rich man is speaking to us from his gondola. "Seven miles to the north of Venice the banks of sand which nearer the city ris... | had never been dirty or hungry, and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters a... | Howards End |
said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, | No speaker | eyes confessed it. "What ho!"<|quote|>said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied,</|quote|>"What ho!" "Been out?" he | and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!"<|quote|>said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied,</|quote|>"What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, | and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!"<|quote|>said Leonard, greeting the a... | her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous... | Her appearance was awesome. She seemed all strings and bell-pulls--ribbons, chains, bead necklaces that clinked and caught and a boa of azure feathers hung round her neck, with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the s... | popular religion; in the domain of business it dominates the Stock Exchange, and becomes that "bit of luck" by which all successes and failures are explained. "If only I had a bit of luck, the whole thing would come straight... He s got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, ... | anew, and began to read a volume of Ruskin. "Seven miles to the north of Venice--" How perfectly the famous chapter opens! How supreme its command of admonition and of poetry! The rich man is speaking to us from his gondola. "Seven miles to the north of Venice the banks of sand which nearer the city rise little above l... | he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s c... | Howards End |
"What ho!" | Mrs. Bast | Jacky, in husky tones, replied,<|quote|>"What ho!"</|quote|>"Been out?" he asked. The | it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied,<|quote|>"What ho!"</|quote|>"Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it | past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied,<|quote|>"What ho!"</|quote|>... | a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that ... | of azure feathers hung round her neck, with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard a... | all successes and failures are explained. "If only I had a bit of luck, the whole thing would come straight... He s got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior... | chapter opens! How supreme its command of admonition and of poetry! The rich man is speaking to us from his gondola. "Seven miles to the north of Venice the banks of sand which nearer the city rise little above low-water mark attain by degrees a higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, rais... | then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come ... | Howards End |
"Been out?" | Leonard | husky tones, replied, "What ho!"<|quote|>"Been out?"</|quote|>he asked. The question sounds | with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!"<|quote|>"Been out?"</|quote|>he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have | prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!"<|quote|>"Been out?"</|quot... | pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime ma... | feathers hung round her neck, with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress ... | and failures are explained. "If only I had a bit of luck, the whole thing would come straight... He s got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these peop... | How supreme its command of admonition and of poetry! The rich man is speaking to us from his gondola. "Seven miles to the north of Venice the banks of sand which nearer the city rise little above low-water mark attain by degrees a higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, raised here and the... | would not do; and that something, had he known it, was the spirit of English Prose. "My flat is dark as well as stuffy." Those were the words for him. And the voice in the gondola rolled on, piping melodiously of Effort and Self-Sacrifice, full of high purpose, full of beauty, full even of sympathy and the love of men,... | Howards End |
he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, | No speaker | replied, "What ho!" "Been out?"<|quote|>he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered,</|quote|>"No," adding, "Oh, I am | boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?"<|quote|>he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered,</|quote|>"No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" | that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?"<|quote|>he asked. The question... | while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been... | round her neck, with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childho... | are explained. "If only I had a bit of luck, the whole thing would come straight... He s got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did be... | its command of admonition and of poetry! The rich man is speaking to us from his gondola. "Seven miles to the north of Venice the banks of sand which nearer the city rise little above low-water mark attain by degrees a higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, raised here and there into shap... | with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters and see the universe. He believed in sudden conversion, a belief which may be right, but which is peculiarly attrac... | Howards End |
"No," | Mrs. Bast | really, for the lady answered,<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>adding, "Oh, I am so | but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered,<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I | and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered,<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>addin... | signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confes... | of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her hea... | He s got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a... | gondola. "Seven miles to the north of Venice the banks of sand which nearer the city rise little above low-water mark attain by degrees a higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, raised here and there into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to for... | Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had... | Howards End |
adding, | No speaker | for the lady answered, "No,"<|quote|>adding,</|quote|>"Oh, I am so tired." | it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No,"<|quote|>adding,</|quote|>"Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m | the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No,"<|quote|>adding,</|quote|>"... | It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "... | pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. ... | s got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a he... | "Seven miles to the north of Venice the banks of sand which nearer the city rise little above low-water mark attain by degrees a higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, raised here and there into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to form his sty... | flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, and opened the door. A woman entered, of whom it is simplest to say that she was not respectable. Her appearance was awesome. She seemed all strings and bell-pulls--ribbons, chains, bead ne... | Howards End |
"Oh, I am so tired." | Mrs. Bast | the lady answered, "No," adding,<|quote|>"Oh, I am so tired."</|quote|>"You tired?" "Eh?" "I m | cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding,<|quote|>"Oh, I am so tired."</|quote|>"You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the | look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding,<|quote|>"Oh, I am so t... | was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "Wha... | her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for h... | got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heri... | miles to the north of Venice the banks of sand which nearer the city rise little above low-water mark attain by degrees a higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, raised here and there into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to form his style on R... | he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s c... | Howards End |
"You tired?" | Leonard | "Oh, I am so tired."<|quote|>"You tired?"</|quote|>"Eh?" "I m tired," said | the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired."<|quote|>"You tired?"</|quote|>"Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. | it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired."<|quote|>"You tired?"</|quote... | photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard,... | the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hai... | down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand graduall... | Venice the banks of sand which nearer the city rise little above low-water mark attain by degrees a higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, raised here and there into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to form his style on Ruskin; he understood h... | dirty or hungry, and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters and see the univ... | Howards End |
"Eh?" | Mrs. Bast | am so tired." "You tired?"<|quote|>"Eh?"</|quote|>"I m tired," said he, | answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?"<|quote|>"Eh?"</|quote|>"I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, | ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?"<|quote|>"Eh?"</|quote|>"I... | older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the ap... | and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are... | Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he ha... | banks of sand which nearer the city rise little above low-water mark attain by degrees a higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, raised here and there into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to form his style on Ruskin; he understood him to be th... | and caught and a boa of azure feathers hung round her neck, with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we... | Howards End |
"I m tired," | Leonard | so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?"<|quote|>"I m tired,"</|quote|>said he, hanging the boa | "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?"<|quote|>"I m tired,"</|quote|>said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am | said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?"<|quote|>"I m tired,"</|q... | and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparitio... | might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too... | and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conce... | of sand which nearer the city rise little above low-water mark attain by degrees a higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, raised here and there into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to form his style on Ruskin; he understood him to be the grea... | as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, and opened the door. A woman entered, of whom it is simplest to say that she was not respectable. Her appearance was awesome. She seemed all strings and bell-pulls--ribbons, chains, bead necklaces that cl... | Howards End |
said he, hanging the boa up. | No speaker | tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired,"<|quote|>said he, hanging the boa up.</|quote|>"Oh, Len, I am so | I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired,"<|quote|>said he, hanging the boa up.</|quote|>"Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to | the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired,"<|quote|>said he, hanging the boa u... | were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much sp... | detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to... | h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he... | nearer the city rise little above low-water mark attain by degrees a higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, raised here and there into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to form his style on Ruskin; he understood him to be the greatest master of... | Effort and Self-Sacrifice, full of high purpose, full of beauty, full even of sympathy and the love of men, yet somehow eluding all that was actual and insistent in Leonard s life. For it was the voice of one who had never been dirty or hungry, and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened... | Howards End |
"Oh, Len, I am so tired." | Mrs. Bast | he, hanging the boa up.<|quote|>"Oh, Len, I am so tired."</|quote|>"I ve been to that | "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up.<|quote|>"Oh, Len, I am so tired."</|quote|>"I ve been to that classical concert I told you | helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up.<|quote|>"Oh, Len, I am so tired."</|quote|... | photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off wit... | lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her ... | he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture sudde... | low-water mark attain by degrees a higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, raised here and there into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to form his style on Ruskin; he understood him to be the greatest master of English Prose. He read forward st... | bell-pulls--ribbons, chains, bead necklaces that clinked and caught and a boa of azure feathers hung round her neck, with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery... | Howards End |
"I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," | Leonard | Len, I am so tired."<|quote|>"I ve been to that classical concert I told you about,"</|quote|>said Leonard. "What s that?" | hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired."<|quote|>"I ve been to that classical concert I told you about,"</|quote|>said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon | Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired."<|quote|>"I ve been to that classical concert ... | so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "Wh... | resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, ... | sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revi... | higher level, and knit themselves at last into fields of salt morass, raised here and there into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to form his style on Ruskin; he understood him to be the greatest master of English Prose. He read forward steadily, occasionally making a few n... | never been dirty or hungry, and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters and s... | Howards End |
said Leonard. | No speaker | concert I told you about,"<|quote|>said Leonard.</|quote|>"What s that?" "I came | ve been to that classical concert I told you about,"<|quote|>said Leonard.</|quote|>"What s that?" "I came back as soon as it | The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about,"<|quote|>said Leonard.</|quote|>"What s that?" "I came ... | may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous... | and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. ... | luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schleg... | morass, raised here and there into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to form his style on Ruskin; he understood him to be the greatest master of English Prose. He read forward steadily, occasionally making a few notes. "Let us consider a little each of these characters in su... | in Leonard s life. For it was the voice of one who had never been dirty or hungry, and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he w... | Howards End |
"What s that?" | Mrs. Bast | told you about," said Leonard.<|quote|>"What s that?"</|quote|>"I came back as soon | to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard.<|quote|>"What s that?"</|quote|>"I came back as soon as it was over." "Any | sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard.<|quote|>"What s that?"</|quote|>"I came back as soon ... | been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it ... | in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--... | catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had co... | here and there into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to form his style on Ruskin; he understood him to be the greatest master of English Prose. He read forward steadily, occasionally making a few notes. "Let us consider a little each of these characters in succession, and f... | appearance was awesome. She seemed all strings and bell-pulls--ribbons, chains, bead necklaces that clinked and caught and a boa of azure feathers hung round her neck, with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoul... | Howards End |
"I came back as soon as it was over." | Leonard | said Leonard. "What s that?"<|quote|>"I came back as soon as it was over."</|quote|>"Any one been round to | concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?"<|quote|>"I came back as soon as it was over."</|quote|>"Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not | it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?"<|quote|>"I came back as soon as it was over."</|quote|>"Any on... | descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have be... | and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not ... | was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done th... | into shapeless mounds, and intercepted by narrow creeks of sea." Leonard was trying to form his style on Ruskin; he understood him to be the greatest master of English Prose. He read forward steadily, occasionally making a few notes. "Let us consider a little each of these characters in succession, and first (for of th... | got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heri... | Howards End |
"Any one been round to our place?" | Mrs. Bast | soon as it was over."<|quote|>"Any one been round to our place?"</|quote|>asked Jacky. "Not that I | that?" "I came back as soon as it was over."<|quote|>"Any one been round to our place?"</|quote|>asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. | "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over."<|quote|>"Any one been round to our place?"</|quote|>asked Jacky. "Not that ... | and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so t... | wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but o... | effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once a... | sea." Leonard was trying to form his style on Ruskin; he understood him to be the greatest master of English Prose. He read forward steadily, occasionally making a few notes. "Let us consider a little each of these characters in succession, and first (for of the shafts enough has been said already), what is very peculi... | suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, ... | Howards End |
asked Jacky. | No speaker | been round to our place?"<|quote|>asked Jacky.</|quote|>"Not that I ve seen. | it was over." "Any one been round to our place?"<|quote|>asked Jacky.</|quote|>"Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, | "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?"<|quote|>asked Jacky.</|quote|>"Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham out... | it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tire... | head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were no... | the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was... | style on Ruskin; he understood him to be the greatest master of English Prose. He read forward steadily, occasionally making a few notes. "Let us consider a little each of these characters in succession, and first (for of the shafts enough has been said already), what is very peculiar to this church--its luminousness."... | whole thing would come straight... He s got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for t... | Howards End |
"Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." | Leonard | to our place?" asked Jacky.<|quote|>"Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks."</|quote|>"What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." | over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky.<|quote|>"Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks."</|quote|>"What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." | "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky.<|quote|>"Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a ... | ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said h... | for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so nume... | that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as w... | Ruskin; he understood him to be the greatest master of English Prose. He read forward steadily, occasionally making a few notes. "Let us consider a little each of these characters in succession, and first (for of the shafts enough has been said already), what is very peculiar to this church--its luminousness." Was ther... | luck" by which all successes and failures are explained. "If only I had a bit of luck, the whole thing would come straight... He s got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leona... | Howards End |
"What, not Mr. Cunningham?" | Mrs. Bast | we passed a few remarks."<|quote|>"What, not Mr. Cunningham?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. | met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks."<|quote|>"What, not Mr. Cunningham?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I | "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks."<|quote|>"What, not Mr. Cunningham?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr... | Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told y... | down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past h... | hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card... | occasionally making a few notes. "Let us consider a little each of these characters in succession, and first (for of the shafts enough has been said already), what is very peculiar to this church--its luminousness." Was there anything to be learnt from this fine sentence? Could he adapt it to the needs of daily life? C... | and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters and see the universe. He believed in sudden conversion, a belief which may b... | Howards End |
"Yes." | Leonard | remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." | and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve | that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham."... | replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard... | in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever th... | Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of ... | notes. "Let us consider a little each of these characters in succession, and first (for of the shafts enough has been said already), what is very peculiar to this church--its luminousness." Was there anything to be learnt from this fine sentence? Could he adapt it to the needs of daily life? Could he introduce it, with... | wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore i... | Howards End |
"Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." | Mrs. Bast | "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve | we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at | classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"Yes... | "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s... | a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that ... | suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, ... | "Let us consider a little each of these characters in succession, and first (for of the shafts enough has been said already), what is very peculiar to this church--its luminousness." Was there anything to be learnt from this fine sentence? Could he adapt it to the needs of daily life? Could he introduce it, with modifi... | a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m sorry the wife s so late, but she never has any luck over catching trains." Leonard was superior to these people; he did believe in effort and in a steady preparation for the change that he desired. But of a heritage... | Howards End |
"Yes. Mr. Cunningham." | Leonard | "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham."<|quote|>"Yes. Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"I ve been out to | "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham."<|quote|>"Yes. Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"I ve been out to tea at a lady friend | about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham."<|quote|>"Yes. Mr. Cunningham."</|quote|>"I ve been... | asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as so... | another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She ... | hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, and opened the door. A woman ente... | each of these characters in succession, and first (for of the shafts enough has been said already), what is very peculiar to this church--its luminousness." Was there anything to be learnt from this fine sentence? Could he adapt it to the needs of daily life? Could he introduce it, with modifications, when he next wrot... | well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, and opened the door. A woman entered, of whom it is simplest to say that she was not respectable. Her appearance was awesome. She seemed all strings and bell-pulls--ribbons, chains, bead necklaces that clink... | Howards End |
"I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." | Mrs. Bast | Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham."<|quote|>"I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s."</|quote|>Her secret being at last | Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham."<|quote|>"I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s."</|quote|>Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the | "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham."<|quote|>"I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s.... | sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." ... | a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicke... | to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, and opened the door. A woman entered, of whom i... | characters in succession, and first (for of the shafts enough has been said already), what is very peculiar to this church--its luminousness." Was there anything to be learnt from this fine sentence? Could he adapt it to the needs of daily life? Could he introduce it, with modifications, when he next wrote a letter to ... | here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the f... | Howards End |
Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that s... | No speaker | at a lady friend s."<|quote|>Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figu... | ve been out to tea at a lady friend s."<|quote|>Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her... | over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s."<|quote|>Her secret being at last given--to the world... | answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve se... | not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes co... | done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, and opened the door. A woman entered, of whom it is simplest to say that she was not respectable. Her a... | been said already), what is very peculiar to this church--its luminousness." Was there anything to be learnt from this fine sentence? Could he adapt it to the needs of daily life? Could he introduce it, with modifications, when he next wrote a letter to his brother, the lay-reader? For example: "Let us consider a littl... | heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently t... | Howards End |
"Is that a book you re reading?" | Mrs. Bast | say anything. Then she said,<|quote|>"Is that a book you re reading?"</|quote|>and he said, "That s | he could not very well say anything. Then she said,<|quote|>"Is that a book you re reading?"</|quote|>and he said, "That s a book," and drew it | is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said,<|quote|>"Is that a book you re reading?"</|quote|>and he said, "... | Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was ... | Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s... | cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The ... | beauty, full even of sympathy and the love of men, yet somehow eluding all that was actual and insistent in Leonard s life. For it was the voice of one who had never been dirty or hungry, and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done goo... | and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not ... | Howards End |
and he said, | No speaker | a book you re reading?"<|quote|>and he said,</|quote|>"That s a book," and | Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?"<|quote|>and he said,</|quote|>"That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant | lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?"<|quote|>and he said,</|quote|>"That s a book," and drew it from her ... | relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, ... | as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to... | here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the f... | love of men, yet somehow eluding all that was actual and insistent in Leonard s life. For it was the voice of one who had never been dirty or hungry, and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Rusk... | entered, of whom it is simplest to say that she was not respectable. Her appearance was awesome. She seemed all strings and bell-pulls--ribbons, chains, bead necklaces that clinked and caught and a boa of azure feathers hung round her neck, with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, h... | Howards End |
"That s a book," | Leonard | re reading?" and he said,<|quote|>"That s a book,"</|quote|>and drew it from her | "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said,<|quote|>"That s a book,"</|quote|>and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card | spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said,<|quote|>"That s a book,"</|quote|>and drew it from her unreluctant gr... | smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fon... | it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to the world,... | there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the pho... | yet somehow eluding all that was actual and insistent in Leonard s life. For it was the voice of one who had never been dirty or hungry, and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Q... | there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may ha... | Howards End |
and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, | No speaker | said, "That s a book,"<|quote|>and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured,</|quote|>"Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" | you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book,"<|quote|>and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured,</|quote|>"Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, | She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book,"<|quote|>and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out o... | to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now ... | one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of th... | it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older,... | that was actual and insistent in Leonard s life. For it was the voice of one who had never been dirty or hungry, and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, an... | suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, ... | Howards End |
"Bookmarker." | Leonard | face downwards, and he murmured,<|quote|>"Bookmarker."</|quote|>"Len--" "What is it?" he | out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured,<|quote|>"Bookmarker."</|quote|>"Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for | her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured,<|quote|>"Bookmarker."</|quote|>"Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a li... | was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything... | a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of co... | one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, ... | or hungry, and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters and see the universe. ... | down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past h... | Howards End |
"Len--" | Mrs. Bast | downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker."<|quote|>"Len--"</|quote|>"What is it?" he asked, | of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker."<|quote|>"Len--"</|quote|>"What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she | weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker."<|quote|>"Len--"</|quote|>"What is it?" he asked, a little... | not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Th... | few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conv... | system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jack... | hungry, and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters and see the universe. He ... | on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, an... | Howards End |
"What is it?" | Leonard | and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--"<|quote|>"What is it?"</|quote|>he asked, a little wearily, | it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--"<|quote|>"What is it?"</|quote|>he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one | hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--"<|quote|>"What is it?"</|quote|>he asked, a little wearil... | likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then s... | remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversa... | went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was p... | and had not guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters and see the universe. He believed... | they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, and opened the door. A woman entered, of whom it is simplest to say that she was not respectab... | Howards End |
he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. | No speaker | "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?"<|quote|>he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee.</|quote|>"You do love me?" "Jacky, | face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?"<|quote|>he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee.</|quote|>"You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. | he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?"<|quote|>he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one... | her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is th... | Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had b... | back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime,... | guessed successfully what dirt and hunger are. Leonard listened to it with reverence. He felt that he was being done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters and see the universe. He believed in sudden c... | was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, and opened the door. A woman entered, of whom it is simplest to say that she was not respectable. Her appearance was awesome. She seemed all strings and bell-pulls--ribbons, chains, bead necklaces that clinked and caught and a boa of azure... | Howards End |
"You do love me?" | Mrs. Bast | she sat upon his knee.<|quote|>"You do love me?"</|quote|>"Jacky, you know that I | one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee.<|quote|>"You do love me?"</|quote|>"Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask | said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee.<|quote|>"You do love me?"</|quote|>"Jacky, you kn... | the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret... | lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract... | face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the... | done good to, and that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters and see the universe. He believed in sudden conversion, a belief which may be right, but which is peculiarly attractive to a half-baked mind. It is the basis... | with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which ge... | Howards End |
"Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" | Leonard | knee. "You do love me?"<|quote|>"Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!"</|quote|>"But you do love me, | when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?"<|quote|>"Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!"</|quote|>"But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of | book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?"<|quote|>"Jacky, you know that I do. How can you... | rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of ... | secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she w... | signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confes... | that if he kept on with Ruskin, and the Queen s Hall Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters and see the universe. He believed in sudden conversion, a belief which may be right, but which is peculiarly attractive to a half-baked mind. It is the basis of much popular r... | Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photograph... | Howards End |
"But you do love me, Len, don t you?" | Mrs. Bast | can you ask such questions!"<|quote|>"But you do love me, Len, don t you?"</|quote|>"Of course I do." A | know that I do. How can you ask such questions!"<|quote|>"But you do love me, Len, don t you?"</|quote|>"Of course I do." A pause. The other remark was | out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!"<|quote|>"But you do love me, Len, don t you?"</|quote|... | him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker."... | lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf,"... | teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with m... | Concerts, and some pictures by Watts, he would one day push his head out of the grey waters and see the universe. He believed in sudden conversion, a belief which may be right, but which is peculiarly attractive to a half-baked mind. It is the basis of much popular religion; in the domain of business it dominates the S... | said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady fri... | Howards End |
"Of course I do." | Leonard | me, Len, don t you?"<|quote|>"Of course I do."</|quote|>A pause. The other remark | questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?"<|quote|>"Of course I do."</|quote|>A pause. The other remark was still due. "Len--" "Well? | murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?"<|quote|>"Of course I do."</|quote|>A pause. The other rema... | and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily,... | experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts... | suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky,... | day push his head out of the grey waters and see the universe. He believed in sudden conversion, a belief which may be right, but which is peculiarly attractive to a half-baked mind. It is the basis of much popular religion; in the domain of business it dominates the Stock Exchange, and becomes that "bit of luck" by wh... | awesome. She seemed all strings and bell-pulls--ribbons, chains, bead necklaces that clinked and caught and a boa of azure feathers hung round her neck, with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be detected at the shoulder, through ch... | Howards End |
A pause. The other remark was still due. | No speaker | you?" "Of course I do."<|quote|>A pause. The other remark was still due.</|quote|>"Len--" "Well? What is it?" | love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do."<|quote|>A pause. The other remark was still due.</|quote|>"Len--" "Well? What is it?" "Len, you will make it | is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do."<|quote|>A pause. The other remark was still due.</|quote|>"Len--" "Well? What ... | him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had on... | and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above ... | so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "Wh... | out of the grey waters and see the universe. He believed in sudden conversion, a belief which may be right, but which is peculiarly attractive to a half-baked mind. It is the basis of much popular religion; in the domain of business it dominates the Stock Exchange, and becomes that "bit of luck" by which all successes ... | of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the ... | Howards End |
"Len--" | Mrs. Bast | other remark was still due.<|quote|>"Len--"</|quote|>"Well? What is it?" "Len, | I do." A pause. The other remark was still due.<|quote|>"Len--"</|quote|>"Well? What is it?" "Len, you will make it all | she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do." A pause. The other remark was still due.<|quote|>"Len--"</|quote|>"Well? What is it?" "Len, you will make it all right... | anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat... | been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but... | whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The questio... | universe. He believed in sudden conversion, a belief which may be right, but which is peculiarly attractive to a half-baked mind. It is the basis of much popular religion; in the domain of business it dominates the Stock Exchange, and becomes that "bit of luck" by which all successes and failures are explained. "If onl... | be detected at the shoulder, through cheap lace. Her hat, which was flowery, resembled those punnets, covered with flannel, which we sowed with mustard and cress in our childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated... | Howards End |
"Well? What is it?" | Leonard | remark was still due. "Len--"<|quote|>"Well? What is it?"</|quote|>"Len, you will make it | do." A pause. The other remark was still due. "Len--"<|quote|>"Well? What is it?"</|quote|>"Len, you will make it all right?" "I can t | only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do." A pause. The other remark was still due. "Len--"<|quote|>"Well? What is it?"</|quote|>"Len, you will make it all right?" "... | Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his ... | a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the ... | that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds ... | He believed in sudden conversion, a belief which may be right, but which is peculiarly attractive to a half-baked mind. It is the basis of much popular religion; in the domain of business it dominates the Stock Exchange, and becomes that "bit of luck" by which all successes and failures are explained. "If only I had a ... | at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the sh... | Howards End |
"Len, you will make it all right?" | Mrs. Bast | "Len--" "Well? What is it?"<|quote|>"Len, you will make it all right?"</|quote|>"I can t have you | other remark was still due. "Len--" "Well? What is it?"<|quote|>"Len, you will make it all right?"</|quote|>"I can t have you ask me that again," said | of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do." A pause. The other remark was still due. "Len--" "Well? What is it?"<|quote|>"Len, you will make it all right?"</|quote|>"I can t have you as... | that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love ... | in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare.... | been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it ... | conversion, a belief which may be right, but which is peculiarly attractive to a half-baked mind. It is the basis of much popular religion; in the domain of business it dominates the Stock Exchange, and becomes that "bit of luck" by which all successes and failures are explained. "If only I had a bit of luck, the whole... | hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer... | Howards End |
"I can t have you ask me that again," | Leonard | will make it all right?"<|quote|>"I can t have you ask me that again,"</|quote|>said the boy, flaring up | What is it?" "Len, you will make it all right?"<|quote|>"I can t have you ask me that again,"</|quote|>said the boy, flaring up into a sudden passion. "I | knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do." A pause. The other remark was still due. "Len--" "Well? What is it?" "Len, you will make it all right?"<|quote|>"I can t have you ask me that again,"</|quote|>said the boy, flarin... | he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. ... | upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and beg... | women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answe... | but which is peculiarly attractive to a half-baked mind. It is the basis of much popular religion; in the domain of business it dominates the Stock Exchange, and becomes that "bit of luck" by which all successes and failures are explained. "If only I had a bit of luck, the whole thing would come straight... He s got a ... | adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to ... | Howards End |
said the boy, flaring up into a sudden passion. | No speaker | you ask me that again,"<|quote|>said the boy, flaring up into a sudden passion.</|quote|>"I ve promised to marry | right?" "I can t have you ask me that again,"<|quote|>said the boy, flaring up into a sudden passion.</|quote|>"I ve promised to marry you when I m of | I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do." A pause. The other remark was still due. "Len--" "Well? What is it?" "Len, you will make it all right?" "I can t have you ask me that again,"<|quote|>said the boy, flaring up into a sudden passion.</|quote|>"I ve promised to ... | from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But ... | now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman ... | her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tire... | It is the basis of much popular religion; in the domain of business it dominates the Stock Exchange, and becomes that "bit of luck" by which all successes and failures are explained. "If only I had a bit of luck, the whole thing would come straight... He s got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fi... | adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cu... | Howards End |
"I ve promised to marry you when I m of age, and that s enough. My word s my word. I ve promised to marry you as soon as ever I m twenty-one, and I can t keep on being worried. I ve worries enough. It isn t likely I d throw you over, let alone my word, when I ve spent all this money. Besides, I m an Englishman, and I n... | Leonard | up into a sudden passion.<|quote|>"I ve promised to marry you when I m of age, and that s enough. My word s my word. I ve promised to marry you as soon as ever I m twenty-one, and I can t keep on being worried. I ve worries enough. It isn t likely I d throw you over, let alone my word, when I ve spent all this money. B... | again," said the boy, flaring up into a sudden passion.<|quote|>"I ve promised to marry you when I m of age, and that s enough. My word s my word. I ve promised to marry you as soon as ever I m twenty-one, and I can t keep on being worried. I ve worries enough. It isn t likely I d throw you over, let alone my word, whe... | you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do." A pause. The other remark was still due. "Len--" "Well? What is it?" "Len, you will make it all right?" "I can t have you ask me that again," said the boy, flaring up into a sudden passion.<|quote|>"I ve promised to marry you when I m of age, and that s enough. My word... | of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do." A ... | shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt hi... | the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds superfluous, but it cannot have been really, for the lady answered, "No," adding, "Oh, I am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, ... | the domain of business it dominates the Stock Exchange, and becomes that "bit of luck" by which all successes and failures are explained. "If only I had a bit of luck, the whole thing would come straight... He s got a most magnificent place down at Streatham and a 20 h.p. Fiat, but then, mind you, he s had luck... I m ... | tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What... | Howards End |
"When s your birthday, Len?" | Mrs. Bast | Only do stop badgering me."<|quote|>"When s your birthday, Len?"</|quote|>"I ve told you again | course I ll marry you. Only do stop badgering me."<|quote|>"When s your birthday, Len?"</|quote|>"I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of | worries enough. It isn t likely I d throw you over, let alone my word, when I ve spent all this money. Besides, I m an Englishman, and I never go back on my word. Jacky, do be reasonable. Of course I ll marry you. Only do stop badgering me."<|quote|>"When s your birthday, Len?"</|quote|>"I ve told you again and again, ... | boy, flaring up into a sudden passion. "I ve promised to marry you when I m of age, and that s enough. My word s my word. I ve promised to marry you as soon as ever I m twenty-one, and I can t keep on being worried. I ve worries enough. It isn t likely I d throw you over, let alone my word, when I ve spent all this mon... | unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do lo... | place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being ev... | for the change that he desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat... | was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" ... | Howards End |
"I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." | Leonard | "When s your birthday, Len?"<|quote|>"I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose."</|quote|>Jacky went through to the | Only do stop badgering me." "When s your birthday, Len?"<|quote|>"I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose."</|quote|>Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see | likely I d throw you over, let alone my word, when I ve spent all this money. Besides, I m an Englishman, and I never go back on my word. Jacky, do be reasonable. Of course I ll marry you. Only do stop badgering me." "When s your birthday, Len?"<|quote|>"I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now... | sudden passion. "I ve promised to marry you when I m of age, and that s enough. My word s my word. I ve promised to marry you as soon as ever I m twenty-one, and I can t keep on being worried. I ve worries enough. It isn t likely I d throw you over, let alone my word, when I ve spent all this money. Besides, I m an Eng... | fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course ... | I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no fu... | desired. But of a heritage that may expand gradually, he had no conception; he hoped to come to Culture suddenly, much as the Revivalist hopes to come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as s... | was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" h... | Howards End |
Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his... | No speaker | must get supper, I suppose."<|quote|>Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fu... | knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose."<|quote|>Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was ree... | back on my word. Jacky, do be reasonable. Of course I ll marry you. Only do stop badgering me." "When s your birthday, Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose."<|quote|>Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her ... | marry you as soon as ever I m twenty-one, and I can t keep on being worried. I ve worries enough. It isn t likely I d throw you over, let alone my word, when I ve spent all this money. Besides, I m an Englishman, and I never go back on my word. Jacky, do be reasonable. Of course I ll marry you. Only do stop badgering m... | topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do." A pause. The other remark was still due. "Len--" "Well? What is it?" "Len, you will make it all right?" "I can t have you ask me that a... | Cunningham." "I ve been out to tea at a lady friend s." Her secret being at last given--to the world, and the name of the lady friend being even adumbrated, Jacky made no further experiments in the difficult and tiring art of conversation. She never had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied ... | come to Jesus. Those Miss Schlegels had come to it; they had done the trick; their hands were upon the ropes, once and for all. And meanwhile, his flat was dark, as well as stuffy. Presently there was a noise on the staircase. He shut up Margaret s card in the pages of Ruskin, and opened the door. A woman entered, of w... | shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt hi... | Howards End |
"It really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. It makes one feel so wild, when I ve pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content,... | Leonard | he continued to complain bitterly.<|quote|>"It really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. It makes one feel so wild, when I ve pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more tha... | the time he was cooking he continued to complain bitterly.<|quote|>"It really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. It makes one feel so wild, when I ve pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnishe... | Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the time he was cooking he continued to complain bitterly.<|quote|>"It really is too bad when a ... | birthday, Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their ... | into a sudden passion. "I ve promised to marry you when I m of age, and that s enough. My word s my word. I ve promised to marry you as soon as ever I m twenty-one, and I can t keep on being worried. I ve worries enough. It isn t likely I d throw you over, let alone my word, when I ve spent all this money. Besides, I m... | the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and ... | respectable. Her appearance was awesome. She seemed all strings and bell-pulls--ribbons, chains, bead necklaces that clinked and caught and a boa of azure feathers hung round her neck, with the ends uneven. Her throat was bare, wound with a double row of pearls, her arms were bare to the elbows, and might again be dete... | knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do." A pause. The other remark was still due. "Len--" "Well? What is it?" "Len, you will make it all right?" "I can t have you ask me that again," said the boy, flaring up into a sudde... | Howards End |
He lowered his voice. | No speaker | when I ve written home."<|quote|>He lowered his voice.</|quote|>"He d stop it." In | also not told the truth when I ve written home."<|quote|>He lowered his voice.</|quote|>"He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that | all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home."<|quote|>He lowered his voice.</|quote|>"He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a lit... | Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the time he was cooking he continued to complain bitterly. "It really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. It makes one feel so wild, when I ve pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring t... | word. Jacky, do be reasonable. Of course I ll marry you. Only do stop badgering me." "When s your birthday, Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blo... | book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "J... | childhood, and which germinated here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the fac... | likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then s... | Howards End |
"He d stop it." | Leonard | home." He lowered his voice.<|quote|>"He d stop it."</|quote|>In a tone of horror, | truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice.<|quote|>"He d stop it."</|quote|>In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, | be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice.<|quote|>"He d stop it."</|quote|>In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he rep... | recover his temper, and all the time he was cooking he continued to complain bitterly. "It really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. It makes one feel so wild, when I ve pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve take... | reasonable. Of course I ll marry you. Only do stop badgering me." "When s your birthday, Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with sho... | and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I ... | here yes, and there no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the f... | had been a great talker. Even in her photographic days she had relied upon her smile and her figure to attract, and now that she was "On the shelf, On the shelf, Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips,... | Howards End |
In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: | No speaker | voice. "He d stop it."<|quote|>In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated:</|quote|>"My brother d stop it. | written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it."<|quote|>In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated:</|quote|>"My brother d stop it. I m going against the | ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it."<|quote|>In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated:</|quote|>"My brother... | all the time he was cooking he continued to complain bitterly. "It really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. It makes one feel so wild, when I ve pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, a... | ll marry you. Only do stop badgering me." "When s your birthday, Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard ... | s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask... | no. She wore it on the back of her head. As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograp... | Boys, boys, I m on the shelf," she was not likely to find her tongue. Occasional bursts of song (of which the above is an example) still issued from her lips, but the spoken word was rare. She sat down on Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but ... | Howards End |
"My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky." | Leonard | a little luxurious, he repeated:<|quote|>"My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky."</|quote|>"That s what I am, | tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated:<|quote|>"My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky."</|quote|>"That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take | flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated:<|quote|>"My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky."</|quot... | really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. It makes one feel so wild, when I ve pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and... | Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening me... | card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of co... | her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous... | for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do." A pause. The other remark was still due. "Len--" "Well? What is it?" "Len, you will make it all right?" "I can t h... | Howards End |
"That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one says. I just go straight forward, I do. That s always been my way. I m not one of your weak knock-kneed chaps. If a woman s in trouble, I don t leave her in the lurch. That s not my street. No, thank you." | Leonard | against the whole world, Jacky."<|quote|>"That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one says. I just go straight forward, I do. That s always been my way. I m not one of your weak knock-kneed chaps. If a woman s in trouble, I don t leave her in the lurch. That s not my street. No, thank you."</|quote|>... | stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky."<|quote|>"That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one says. I just go straight forward, I do. That s always been my way. I m not one of your weak knock-kneed chaps. If a woman s in trouble, I don t leave her in the lurch. That s not my street. No, th... | you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky."<|quote|>"That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one say... | feel so wild, when I ve pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lo... | Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat ... | "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But you do love me, Len, don t you?" "Of course I do." A pause. The other remark was still due. "Len--" "Well? What is ... | system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead. The face--the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jack... | Leonard s knee, and began to fondle him. She was now a massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downw... | Howards End |
"I ll tell you another thing too. I care a good deal about improving myself by means of Literature and Art, and so getting a wider outlook. For instance, when you came in I was reading Ruskin s Stones of Venice. I don t say this to boast, but just to show you the kind of man I am. I can tell you, I enjoyed that classic... | Leonard | my street. No, thank you."<|quote|>"I ll tell you another thing too. I care a good deal about improving myself by means of Literature and Art, and so getting a wider outlook. For instance, when you came in I was reading Ruskin s Stones of Venice. I don t say this to boast, but just to show you the kind of man I am. I c... | the lurch. That s not my street. No, thank you."<|quote|>"I ll tell you another thing too. I care a good deal about improving myself by means of Literature and Art, and so getting a wider outlook. For instance, when you came in I was reading Ruskin s Stones of Venice. I don t say this to boast, but just to show you the... | heed of what any one says. I just go straight forward, I do. That s always been my way. I m not one of your weak knock-kneed chaps. If a woman s in trouble, I don t leave her in the lurch. That s not my street. No, thank you."<|quote|>"I ll tell you another thing too. I care a good deal about improving myself by means ... | truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky." "That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one says. I just go straight forward, I do. That s always been... | flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the time he was cooking he continued to complain bitterly. "It really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. It makes one feel so wild, when I ve pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be m... | "Well? What is it?" "Len, you will make it all right?" "I can t have you ask me that again," said the boy, flaring up into a sudden passion. "I ve promised to marry you when I m of age, and that s enough. My word s my word. I ve promised to marry you as soon as ever I m twenty-one, and I can t keep on being worried. I ... | that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it. "What ho!" said Leonard, greeting the apparition with much spirit, and helping it off with its boa. Jacky, in husky tones, replied, "What ho!" "Been out?" he asked. The question sounds ... | The other remark was still due. "Len--" "Well? What is it?" "Len, you will make it all right?" "I can t have you ask me that again," said the boy, flaring up into a sudden passion. "I ve promised to marry you when I m of age, and that s enough. My word s my word. I ve promised to marry you as soon as ever I m twenty-on... | Howards End |
To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper was ready--and not before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying: | No speaker | that classical concert this afternoon."<|quote|>To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper was ready--and not before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying:</|quote|>"But you do love me, | can tell you, I enjoyed that classical concert this afternoon."<|quote|>To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper was ready--and not before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying:</|quote|>"But you do love me, don t you?" They began | Art, and so getting a wider outlook. For instance, when you came in I was reading Ruskin s Stones of Venice. I don t say this to boast, but just to show you the kind of man I am. I can tell you, I enjoyed that classical concert this afternoon."<|quote|>To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper wa... | m not one of your weak knock-kneed chaps. If a woman s in trouble, I don t leave her in the lurch. That s not my street. No, thank you." "I ll tell you another thing too. I care a good deal about improving myself by means of Literature and Art, and so getting a wider outlook. For instance, when you came in I was readin... | wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole wor... | I ve worries enough. It isn t likely I d throw you over, let alone my word, when I ve spent all this money. Besides, I m an Englishman, and I never go back on my word. Jacky, do be reasonable. Of course I ll marry you. Only do stop badgering me." "When s your birthday, Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh... | am so tired." "You tired?" "Eh?" "I m tired," said he, hanging the boa up. "Oh, Len, I am so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outsid... | to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole ... | Howards End |
"But you do love me, don t you?" | Mrs. Bast | emerged from the bedroom, saying:<|quote|>"But you do love me, don t you?"</|quote|>They began with a soup | supper was ready--and not before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying:<|quote|>"But you do love me, don t you?"</|quote|>They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just | of Venice. I don t say this to boast, but just to show you the kind of man I am. I can tell you, I enjoyed that classical concert this afternoon." To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper was ready--and not before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying:<|quote|>"But you do love me, don t you?"</|... | in the lurch. That s not my street. No, thank you." "I ll tell you another thing too. I care a good deal about improving myself by means of Literature and Art, and so getting a wider outlook. For instance, when you came in I was reading Ruskin s Stones of Venice. I don t say this to boast, but just to show you the kind... | you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky." "That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one says. I jus... | ve spent all this money. Besides, I m an Englishman, and I never go back on my word. Jacky, do be reasonable. Of course I ll marry you. Only do stop badgering me." "When s your birthday, Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose."... | so tired." "I ve been to that classical concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunn... | re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was... | Howards End |
They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just dissolved in some hot water. It was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlie... | No speaker | love me, don t you?"<|quote|>They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just dissolved in some hot water. It was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), whic... | bedroom, saying: "But you do love me, don t you?"<|quote|>They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just dissolved in some hot water. It was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in w... | boast, but just to show you the kind of man I am. I can tell you, I enjoyed that classical concert this afternoon." To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper was ready--and not before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying: "But you do love me, don t you?"<|quote|>They began with a soup square, wh... | No, thank you." "I ll tell you another thing too. I care a good deal about improving myself by means of Literature and Art, and so getting a wider outlook. For instance, when you came in I was reading Ruskin s Stones of Venice. I don t say this to boast, but just to show you the kind of man I am. I can tell you, I enjo... | not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky." "That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one says. I just go straight forward, I do. That ... | an Englishman, and I never go back on my word. Jacky, do be reasonable. Of course I ll marry you. Only do stop badgering me." "When s your birthday, Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, an... | concert I told you about," said Leonard. "What s that?" "I came back as soon as it was over." "Any one been round to our place?" asked Jacky. "Not that I ve seen. I met Mr. Cunningham outside, and we passed a few remarks." "What, not Mr. Cunningham?" "Yes." "Oh, you mean Mr. Cunningham." "Yes. Mr. Cunningham." "I ve be... | the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the time he was cooking he continued to complain bitterly. "It really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. It m... | Howards End |
"That tune fairly gives me the hump," | Leonard | soul, it is the Lord."<|quote|>"That tune fairly gives me the hump,"</|quote|>said Leonard. Jacky followed this, | began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it is the Lord."<|quote|>"That tune fairly gives me the hump,"</|quote|>said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her | the concert at Queen s Hall. Presently she sat upon his knee. The inhabitants of Camelia Road tramped to and fro outside the window, just on a level with their heads, and the family in the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it is the Lord."<|quote|>"That tune fairly gives me the hump,"</|quote|>sai... | soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back home after the concert at Queen s... | before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying: "But you do love me, don t you?" They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just dissolved in some hot water. It was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another ... | than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky." "That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed ... | massive woman of thirty-three, and her weight hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is i... | all the time he was cooking he continued to complain bitterly. "It really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. It makes one feel so wild, when I ve pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, a... | Howards End |
said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a lovely tune. | No speaker | fairly gives me the hump,"<|quote|>said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a lovely tune.</|quote|>"No; I ll play you | is the Lord." "That tune fairly gives me the hump,"<|quote|>said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a lovely tune.</|quote|>"No; I ll play you something lovely. Get up, dear, | she sat upon his knee. The inhabitants of Camelia Road tramped to and fro outside the window, just on a level with their heads, and the family in the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it is the Lord." "That tune fairly gives me the hump,"<|quote|>said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, f... | stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back home after the concert at Queen s Hall. Presently she sat upon his knee. Th... | you do love me, don t you?" They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just dissolved in some hot water. It was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which... | aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky." "That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one says. I just go... | hurt him, but he could not very well say anything. Then she said, "Is that a book you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only h... | concert this afternoon." To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper was ready--and not before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying: "But you do love me, don t you?" They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just dissolved in some hot water. It was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinde... | Howards End |
"No; I ll play you something lovely. Get up, dear, for a minute." | Leonard | thought it a lovely tune.<|quote|>"No; I ll play you something lovely. Get up, dear, for a minute."</|quote|>He went to the piano | that, for her part, she thought it a lovely tune.<|quote|>"No; I ll play you something lovely. Get up, dear, for a minute."</|quote|>He went to the piano and jingled out a little | just on a level with their heads, and the family in the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it is the Lord." "That tune fairly gives me the hump," said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a lovely tune.<|quote|>"No; I ll play you something lovely. Get up, dear, ... | statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back home after the concert at Queen s Hall. Presently she sat upon his knee. The inhabitants of Camelia Road tramped to and fro outside the window, just on a level with their heads,... | dissolved in some hot water. It was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasional... | lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky." "That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one says. I just go straight forward, I do. That s always been my way. I m not one of your weak ... | you re reading?" and he said, "That s a book," and drew it from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky,... | you the kind of man I am. I can tell you, I enjoyed that classical concert this afternoon." To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper was ready--and not before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying: "But you do love me, don t you?" They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just dissolved i... | Howards End |
He went to the piano and jingled out a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel... | No speaker | up, dear, for a minute."<|quote|>He went to the piano and jingled out a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said abou... | play you something lovely. Get up, dear, for a minute."<|quote|>He went to the piano and jingled out a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to t... | on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it is the Lord." "That tune fairly gives me the hump," said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a lovely tune. "No; I ll play you something lovely. Get up, dear, for a minute."<|quote|>He went to the piano and jingled out a little ... | remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back home after the concert at Queen s Hall. Presently she sat upon his knee. The inhabitants of Camelia Road tramped to and fro outside the window, just on a level with their heads, and the family in the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it i... | of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appe... | was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky." "That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one says. I just go straight forward, I do. That s always been my way. I m not one of your weak knock-kneed chaps. If a woman s in trouble, I don t leave her... | from her unreluctant grasp. Margaret s card fell out of it. It fell face downwards, and he murmured, "Bookmarker." "Len--" "What is it?" he asked, a little wearily, for she only had one topic of conversation when she sat upon his knee. "You do love me?" "Jacky, you know that I do. How can you ask such questions!" "But ... | and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the time he was co... | Howards End |
"Len?" | Mrs. Bast | the kitchen a voice called,<|quote|>"Len?"</|quote|>"You in bed?" he asked, | him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called,<|quote|>"Len?"</|quote|>"You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." | hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called,<|quote|>"Len?"</|quote|>"You in bed?" he asked, his forehead ... | smiled at him pleasantly, and Herr some one, and Aunt some one, and the brother--all, all with their hands on the ropes. They had all passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspi... | for a minute." He went to the piano and jingled out a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that od... | tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to wh... | Only do stop badgering me." "When s your birthday, Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the ... | She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back home after the concert at Queen s Hall. Presently she sat upon his knee. The inhabitants of Camelia Road tramped to and fro outside the window, just on a level with their heads, and the fam... | Howards End |
"You in bed?" | Leonard | kitchen a voice called, "Len?"<|quote|>"You in bed?"</|quote|>he asked, his forehead twitching. | From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?"<|quote|>"You in bed?"</|quote|>he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called | a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?"<|quote|>"You in bed?"</|quote|>he asked, his forehead twitch... | at him pleasantly, and Herr some one, and Aunt some one, and the brother--all, all with their hands on the ropes. They had all passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration.... | a minute." He went to the piano and jingled out a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Mi... | freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothin... | do stop badgering me." "When s your birthday, Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitti... | sat upon his knee. The inhabitants of Camelia Road tramped to and fro outside the window, just on a level with their heads, and the family in the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it is the Lord." "That tune fairly gives me the hump," said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part,... | Howards End |
he asked, his forehead twitching. | No speaker | called, "Len?" "You in bed?"<|quote|>he asked, his forehead twitching.</|quote|>"All right." Presently she called | beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?"<|quote|>he asked, his forehead twitching.</|quote|>"All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean | it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?"<|quote|>he asked, his forehead twitching.</|quote|>"All r... | and Herr some one, and Aunt some one, and the brother--all, all with their hands on the ropes. They had all passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cult... | went to the piano and jingled out a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--t... | meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appeara... | me." "When s your birthday, Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began... | of your weak knock-kneed chaps. If a woman s in trouble, I don t leave her in the lurch. That s not my street. No, thank you." "I ll tell you another thing too. I care a good deal about improving myself by means of Literature and Art, and so getting a wider outlook. For instance, when you came in I was reading Ruskin s... | Howards End |
"All right." | Mrs. Bast | he asked, his forehead twitching.<|quote|>"All right."</|quote|>Presently she called him again. | called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching.<|quote|>"All right."</|quote|>Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots | continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching.<|quote|>"All right."</|quote|>Presently she ... | Aunt some one, and the brother--all, all with their hands on the ropes. They had all passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had bett... | jingled out a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted he... | at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and whic... | Len?" "I ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening me... | the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard m... | Howards End |
Presently she called him again. | No speaker | his forehead twitching. "All right."<|quote|>Presently she called him again.</|quote|>"I must clean my boots | "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right."<|quote|>Presently she called him again.</|quote|>"I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he | Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right."<|quote|>Presently she called him again.</|quote|>"I m... | one, and the brother--all, all with their hands on the ropes. They had all passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in f... | a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about... | top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet s... | ve told you again and again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He pu... | eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion t... | Howards End |
"I must clean my boots ready for the morning," | Leonard | Presently she called him again.<|quote|>"I must clean my boots ready for the morning,"</|quote|>he answered. Presently she called | his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again.<|quote|>"I must clean my boots ready for the morning,"</|quote|>he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want | rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again.<|quote|>"I must clean my boots ready for the morn... | with their hands on the ropes. They had all passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see ... | badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then t... | of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror her so... | again, the eleventh of November next. Now get off my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slo... | and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed... | Howards End |
he answered. Presently she called him again. | No speaker | boots ready for the morning,"<|quote|>he answered. Presently she called him again.</|quote|>"I rather want to get | again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning,"<|quote|>he answered. Presently she called him again.</|quote|>"I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He | To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning,"<|quote|>he answered. Presently she called him aga... | passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not fo... | its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad and envious. There was the girl nam... | dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it ... | my knee a bit; some one must get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking ... | stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back home after the concert at Queen s Hall. Presently she sat upon his knee. Th... | Howards End |
"I rather want to get this chapter done." | Leonard | Presently she called him again.<|quote|>"I rather want to get this chapter done."</|quote|>"What?" He closed his ears | for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again.<|quote|>"I rather want to get this chapter done."</|quote|>"What?" He closed his ears against her. "What s that?" | it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again.<|quote|>"I rather want to get this c... | Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness bey... | she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad and envious. There was the girl named Helen, who had pinched his umbrella,... | had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoke... | get supper, I suppose." Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow ... | straight forward, I do. That s always been my way. I m not one of your weak knock-kneed chaps. If a woman s in trouble, I don t leave her in the lurch. That s not my street. No, thank you." "I ll tell you another thing too. I care a good deal about improving myself by means of Literature and Art, and so getting a wider... | Howards End |
"What?" | Mrs. Bast | to get this chapter done."<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>He closed his ears against | him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done."<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>He closed his ears against her. "What s that?" "All | him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done."<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>He ... | could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You i... | receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad and envious. There was the girl named Helen, who had pinched his umbrella, and the German girl who had s... | contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements... | the bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the t... | to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back home after the conc... | Howards End |
He closed his ears against her. | No speaker | get this chapter done." "What?"<|quote|>He closed his ears against her.</|quote|>"What s that?" "All right, | again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?"<|quote|>He closed his ears against her.</|quote|>"What s that?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading | From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?"<|quote|>He closed his ear... | never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?... | a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad and envious. There was the girl named Helen, who had pinched his umbrella, and the German girl who had smiled at ... | enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observ... | bedroom, and began to see to her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the time ... | but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad... | Howards End |
"What s that?" | Mrs. Bast | closed his ears against her.<|quote|>"What s that?"</|quote|>"All right, Jacky, nothing; I | this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ears against her.<|quote|>"What s that?"</|quote|>"All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?" | a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ears against her.<|quote|>"What s that?"</|quote... | read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twit... | the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad and envious. There was the girl named Helen, who had pinched his umbrella, and the German girl who had smiled at him pleasantly, and Herr some one... | with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. ... | her hat. This meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the time he was cooking he continued t... | man I am. I can tell you, I enjoyed that classical concert this afternoon." To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper was ready--and not before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying: "But you do love me, don t you?" They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just dissolved in some hot water... | Howards End |
"All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." | Leonard | against her. "What s that?"<|quote|>"All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book."</|quote|>"What?" "What?" he answered, catching | "What?" He closed his ears against her. "What s that?"<|quote|>"All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book."</|quote|>"What?" "What?" he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she | "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ears against her. "What s that?"<|quote|>"All right, Jacky, noth... | hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All r... | he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad and envious. There was the girl named Helen, who had pinched his umbrella, and the German girl who had smiled at him pleasantly, and Herr some one, and Aunt so... | eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion t... | meant blowing at it with short sharp puffs. Leonard tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the time he was cooking he continued to complain bit... | hot water. It was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her ... | Howards End |
"What?" | Mrs. Bast | I m reading a book."<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>"What?" he answered, catching her | that?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book."<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>"What?" he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she called | "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ears against her. "What s that?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book."<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>"What?" he a... | continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again.... | about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad and envious. There was the girl named Helen, who had pinched his umbrella, and the German girl who had smiled at him pleasantly, and Herr some one, and Aunt some one, and the brother--all, all with t... | and which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time, that he had come straight bac... | tidied up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the time he was cooking he continued to complain bitterly. "It really is too bad when a fellow isn t tru... | you." "I ll tell you another thing too. I care a good deal about improving myself by means of Literature and Art, and so getting a wider outlook. For instance, when you came in I was reading Ruskin s Stones of Venice. I don t say this to boast, but just to show you the kind of man I am. I can tell you, I enjoyed that c... | Howards End |
"What?" | Leonard | m reading a book." "What?"<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>he answered, catching her degraded | "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?"<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she called him | right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ears against her. "What s that?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?"<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>he answer... | aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must c... | music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad and envious. There was the girl named Helen, who had pinched his umbrella, and the German girl who had smiled at him pleasantly, and Herr some one, and Aunt some one, and the brother--all, all with their h... | which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back ho... | up the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the time he was cooking he continued to complain bitterly. "It really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. I... | remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back home after the concert at Queen s Hall. Presently she sat upon his knee. The inhabitants of Camelia Road tramped to and fro outside the window, just on a level with their heads, and the family in the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it i... | Howards End |
he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she called him again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this time, and was ordering his gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons, that the power of Nature could not be shortened by the folly, nor her beauty altoget... | No speaker | reading a book." "What?" "What?"<|quote|>he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she called him again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this time, and was ordering his gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons, that the power of Nature could not be short... | right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?" "What?"<|quote|>he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she called him again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this time, and was ordering his gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons, that the power o... | Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ears against her. "What s that?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?" "What?"<|quote|>he answered, catching her ... | Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boot... | by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad and envious. There was the girl named Helen, who had pinched his umbrella, and the German girl who had smiled at him pleasantly, and Herr some one, and Aunt some one, and the brother--all, all with their hands o... | yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back home aft... | the sitting-room, and began to prepare their evening meal. He put a penny into the slot of the gas-meter, and soon the flat was reeking with metallic fumes. Somehow he could not recover his temper, and all the time he was cooking he continued to complain bitterly. "It really is too bad when a fellow isn t trusted. It m... | his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back home after the concert at Queen s Hall. Presently she sat upon his knee... | Howards End |
"Oh, Margaret," | Aunt Juley | such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII<|quote|>"Oh, Margaret,"</|quote|>cried her aunt next morning, | saddened by the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII<|quote|>"Oh, Margaret,"</|quote|>cried her aunt next morning, "such a most unfortunate thing | by this time, and was ordering his gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons, that the power of Nature could not be shortened by the folly, nor her beauty altogether saddened by the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII<|quote|>"Oh, Margaret,"</|quote|>cried her aun... | answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ears against her. "What s that?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?" "What?" he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she called him again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this tim... | up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the l... | his knee. The inhabitants of Camelia Road tramped to and fro outside the window, just on a level with their heads, and the family in the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it is the Lord." "That tune fairly gives me the hump," said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thou... | I ve pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "H... | kind of man I am. I can tell you, I enjoyed that classical concert this afternoon." To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper was ready--and not before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying: "But you do love me, don t you?" They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just dissolved in some h... | Howards End |
cried her aunt next morning, | No speaker | Leonard. CHAPTER VII "Oh, Margaret,"<|quote|>cried her aunt next morning,</|quote|>"such a most unfortunate thing | the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII "Oh, Margaret,"<|quote|>cried her aunt next morning,</|quote|>"such a most unfortunate thing has happened. I could not | time, and was ordering his gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons, that the power of Nature could not be shortened by the folly, nor her beauty altogether saddened by the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII "Oh, Margaret,"<|quote|>cried her aunt next morning,</... | she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ears against her. "What s that?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?" "What?" he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she called him again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this time, and was ordering ... | narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of ... | The inhabitants of Camelia Road tramped to and fro outside the window, just on a level with their heads, and the family in the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it is the Lord." "That tune fairly gives me the hump," said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a l... | pretended to the people here that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d s... | was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those... | Howards End |
"such a most unfortunate thing has happened. I could not get you alone." | Aunt Juley | cried her aunt next morning,<|quote|>"such a most unfortunate thing has happened. I could not get you alone."</|quote|>The most unfortunate thing was | Leonard. CHAPTER VII "Oh, Margaret," cried her aunt next morning,<|quote|>"such a most unfortunate thing has happened. I could not get you alone."</|quote|>The most unfortunate thing was not very serious. One of | gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons, that the power of Nature could not be shortened by the folly, nor her beauty altogether saddened by the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII "Oh, Margaret," cried her aunt next morning,<|quote|>"such a most unfortunate thi... | rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ears against her. "What s that?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?" "What?" he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she called him again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this time, and was ordering his gondoliers to take hi... | Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the ... | tramped to and fro outside the window, just on a level with their heads, and the family in the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it is the Lord." "That tune fairly gives me the hump," said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a lovely tune. "No; I ll play you s... | that you re my wife--all right, all right, you SHALL be my wife--and I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror,... | the ropes. They had all passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to... | Howards End |
The most unfortunate thing was not very serious. One of the flats in the ornate block opposite had been taken furnished by the Wilcox family, | No speaker | could not get you alone."<|quote|>The most unfortunate thing was not very serious. One of the flats in the ornate block opposite had been taken furnished by the Wilcox family,</|quote|>"coming up, no doubt, in | unfortunate thing has happened. I could not get you alone."<|quote|>The most unfortunate thing was not very serious. One of the flats in the ornate block opposite had been taken furnished by the Wilcox family,</|quote|>"coming up, no doubt, in the hope of getting into | over the whispering lagoons, that the power of Nature could not be shortened by the folly, nor her beauty altogether saddened by the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII "Oh, Margaret," cried her aunt next morning, "such a most unfortunate thing has happened. I could not get you alone."<|quote|>The most unfortunate t... | her. "What s that?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?" "What?" he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she called him again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this time, and was ordering his gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons,... | he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead t... | heads, and the family in the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it is the Lord." "That tune fairly gives me the hump," said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a lovely tune. "No; I ll play you something lovely. Get up, dear, for a minute." He went to the piano... | I ve bought you the ring to wear, and I ve taken this flat furnished, and it s far more than I can afford, and yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m... | enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observ... | Howards End |
"coming up, no doubt, in the hope of getting into London society." | Aunt Juley | furnished by the Wilcox family,<|quote|>"coming up, no doubt, in the hope of getting into London society."</|quote|>That Mrs. Munt should be | block opposite had been taken furnished by the Wilcox family,<|quote|>"coming up, no doubt, in the hope of getting into London society."</|quote|>That Mrs. Munt should be the first to discover the | such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII "Oh, Margaret," cried her aunt next morning, "such a most unfortunate thing has happened. I could not get you alone." The most unfortunate thing was not very serious. One of the flats in the ornate block opposite had been taken furnished by the Wilcox family,<|quote|>"coming up, no doubt, i... | again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this time, and was ordering his gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons, that the power of Nature could not be shortened by the folly, nor her beauty altogether saddened by the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII "Oh, Margar... | for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently s... | the hump," said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a lovely tune. "No; I ll play you something lovely. Get up, dear, for a minute." He went to the piano and jingled out a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she... | yet you aren t content, and I ve also not told the truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky." "That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one says. I... | to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad and envious. There was the girl named Helen, who had pinched his umbrella, and the German... | Howards End |
That Mrs. Munt should be the first to discover the misfortune was not remarkable, for she was so interested in the flats, that she watched their every mutation with unwearying care. In theory she despised them--they took away that old-world look--they cut off the sun--flats house a flashy type of person. But if the tru... | No speaker | of getting into London society."<|quote|>That Mrs. Munt should be the first to discover the misfortune was not remarkable, for she was so interested in the flats, that she watched their every mutation with unwearying care. In theory she despised them--they took away that old-world look--they cut off the sun--flats hous... | no doubt, in the hope of getting into London society."<|quote|>That Mrs. Munt should be the first to discover the misfortune was not remarkable, for she was so interested in the flats, that she watched their every mutation with unwearying care. In theory she despised them--they took away that old-world look--they cut o... | "such a most unfortunate thing has happened. I could not get you alone." The most unfortunate thing was not very serious. One of the flats in the ornate block opposite had been taken furnished by the Wilcox family, "coming up, no doubt, in the hope of getting into London society."<|quote|>That Mrs. Munt should be the f... | gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons, that the power of Nature could not be shortened by the folly, nor her beauty altogether saddened by the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII "Oh, Margaret," cried her aunt next morning, "such a most unfortunate thing has h... | whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done... | part, she thought it a lovely tune. "No; I ll play you something lovely. Get up, dear, for a minute." He went to the piano and jingled out a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interest... | truth when I ve written home." He lowered his voice. "He d stop it." In a tone of horror, that was a little luxurious, he repeated: "My brother d stop it. I m going against the whole world, Jacky." "That s what I am, Jacky. I don t take any heed of what any one says. I just go straight forward, I do. That s always been... | he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "Yo... | Howards End |
"What! a hundred and twenty for a basement? You ll never get it!" | Aunt Juley | rents were, exclaiming for example:<|quote|>"What! a hundred and twenty for a basement? You ll never get it!"</|quote|>And they would answer: "One | porters, and inquire what the rents were, exclaiming for example:<|quote|>"What! a hundred and twenty for a basement? You ll never get it!"</|quote|>And they would answer: "One can but try, madam." The | Wickham Mansions had arisen, and would in a couple of days learn more about them than her nieces in a couple of months, or her nephew in a couple of years. She would stroll across and make friends with the porters, and inquire what the rents were, exclaiming for example:<|quote|>"What! a hundred and twenty for a baseme... | in the flats, that she watched their every mutation with unwearying care. In theory she despised them--they took away that old-world look--they cut off the sun--flats house a flashy type of person. But if the truth had been known, she found her visits to Wickham Place twice as amusing since Wickham Mansions had arisen,... | power of Nature could not be shortened by the folly, nor her beauty altogether saddened by the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII "Oh, Margaret," cried her aunt next morning, "such a most unfortunate thing has happened. I could not get you alone." The most unfortunate thing was not very serious. One of the flats in... | him pleasantly, and Herr some one, and Aunt some one, and the brother--all, all with their hands on the ropes. They had all passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. So... | and Art, and so getting a wider outlook. For instance, when you came in I was reading Ruskin s Stones of Venice. I don t say this to boast, but just to show you the kind of man I am. I can tell you, I enjoyed that classical concert this afternoon." To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper was re... | The inhabitants of Camelia Road tramped to and fro outside the window, just on a level with their heads, and the family in the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul, it is the Lord." "That tune fairly gives me the hump," said Leonard. Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a l... | Howards End |
And they would answer: "One can but try, madam." The passenger lifts, the arrangement for coals (a great temptation for a dishonest porter), were all familiar matters to her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at the Schlegels. Margaret received the information calmly, an... | No speaker | You ll never get it!"<|quote|>And they would answer: "One can but try, madam." The passenger lifts, the arrangement for coals (a great temptation for a dishonest porter), were all familiar matters to her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at the Schlegels. Margaret recei... | and twenty for a basement? You ll never get it!"<|quote|>And they would answer: "One can but try, madam." The passenger lifts, the arrangement for coals (a great temptation for a dishonest porter), were all familiar matters to her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at th... | about them than her nieces in a couple of months, or her nephew in a couple of years. She would stroll across and make friends with the porters, and inquire what the rents were, exclaiming for example: "What! a hundred and twenty for a basement? You ll never get it!"<|quote|>And they would answer: "One can but try, mad... | theory she despised them--they took away that old-world look--they cut off the sun--flats house a flashy type of person. But if the truth had been known, she found her visits to Wickham Place twice as amusing since Wickham Mansions had arisen, and would in a couple of days learn more about them than her nieces in a cou... | altogether saddened by the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER VII "Oh, Margaret," cried her aunt next morning, "such a most unfortunate thing has happened. I could not get you alone." The most unfortunate thing was not very serious. One of the flats in the ornate block opposite had been taken furnished by the Wilcox fa... | all with their hands on the ropes. They had all passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whither he could never follow them, not if he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To ... | in I was reading Ruskin s Stones of Venice. I don t say this to boast, but just to show you the kind of man I am. I can tell you, I enjoyed that classical concert this afternoon." To all his moods Jacky remained equally indifferent. When supper was ready--and not before--she emerged from the bedroom, saying: "But you d... | likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed h... | Howards End |
"Oh, but Helen isn t a girl with no interests," | Margaret | over poor Helen s life.<|quote|>"Oh, but Helen isn t a girl with no interests,"</|quote|>she explained. "She has plenty | it would throw a cloud over poor Helen s life.<|quote|>"Oh, but Helen isn t a girl with no interests,"</|quote|>she explained. "She has plenty of other things and other | the arrangement for coals (a great temptation for a dishonest porter), were all familiar matters to her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at the Schlegels. Margaret received the information calmly, and did not agree that it would throw a cloud over poor Helen s life.<|q... | nephew in a couple of years. She would stroll across and make friends with the porters, and inquire what the rents were, exclaiming for example: "What! a hundred and twenty for a basement? You ll never get it!" And they would answer: "One can but try, madam." The passenger lifts, the arrangement for coals (a great temp... | hope of getting into London society." That Mrs. Munt should be the first to discover the misfortune was not remarkable, for she was so interested in the flats, that she watched their every mutation with unwearying care. In theory she despised them--they took away that old-world look--they cut off the sun--flats house a... | life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather w... | don t you?" They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just dissolved in some hot water. It was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had pre... | better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered... | Howards End |
she explained. | No speaker | a girl with no interests,"<|quote|>she explained.</|quote|>"She has plenty of other | "Oh, but Helen isn t a girl with no interests,"<|quote|>she explained.</|quote|>"She has plenty of other things and other people to | porter), were all familiar matters to her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at the Schlegels. Margaret received the information calmly, and did not agree that it would throw a cloud over poor Helen s life. "Oh, but Helen isn t a girl with no interests,"<|quote|>she expl... | and make friends with the porters, and inquire what the rents were, exclaiming for example: "What! a hundred and twenty for a basement? You ll never get it!" And they would answer: "One can but try, madam." The passenger lifts, the arrangement for coals (a great temptation for a dishonest porter), were all familiar mat... | be the first to discover the misfortune was not remarkable, for she was so interested in the flats, that she watched their every mutation with unwearying care. In theory she despised them--they took away that old-world look--they cut off the sun--flats house a flashy type of person. But if the truth had been known, she... | the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He clos... | Leonard had just dissolved in some hot water. It was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly e... | Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ears against her. "What s that?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?" "What?" he answered, catching her degraded... | Howards End |
"She has plenty of other things and other people to think about. She made a false start with the Wilcoxes, and she ll be as willing as we are to have nothing more to do with them." | Margaret | with no interests," she explained.<|quote|>"She has plenty of other things and other people to think about. She made a false start with the Wilcoxes, and she ll be as willing as we are to have nothing more to do with them."</|quote|>"For a clever girl, dear, | Helen isn t a girl with no interests," she explained.<|quote|>"She has plenty of other things and other people to think about. She made a false start with the Wilcoxes, and she ll be as willing as we are to have nothing more to do with them."</|quote|>"For a clever girl, dear, how very oddly you do | all familiar matters to her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at the Schlegels. Margaret received the information calmly, and did not agree that it would throw a cloud over poor Helen s life. "Oh, but Helen isn t a girl with no interests," she explained.<|quote|>"She ha... | friends with the porters, and inquire what the rents were, exclaiming for example: "What! a hundred and twenty for a basement? You ll never get it!" And they would answer: "One can but try, madam." The passenger lifts, the arrangement for coals (a great temptation for a dishonest porter), were all familiar matters to h... | first to discover the misfortune was not remarkable, for she was so interested in the flats, that she watched their every mutation with unwearying care. In theory she despised them--they took away that old-world look--they cut off the sun--flats house a flashy type of person. But if the truth had been known, she found ... | of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead twitching. "All right." Presently she called him again. "I must clean my boots ready for the morning," he answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ear... | just dissolved in some hot water. It was followed by the tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occas... | he read for ten hours a day. Oh, it was no good, this continual aspiration. Some are born cultured; the rest had better go in for whatever comes easy. To see life steadily and to see it whole was not for the likes of him. From the darkness beyond the kitchen a voice called, "Len?" "You in bed?" he asked, his forehead t... | Howards End |
"For a clever girl, dear, how very oddly you do talk. Helen ll HAVE to have something more to do with them, now that they re all opposite. She may meet that Paul in the street. She cannot very well not bow." | Aunt Juley | more to do with them."<|quote|>"For a clever girl, dear, how very oddly you do talk. Helen ll HAVE to have something more to do with them, now that they re all opposite. She may meet that Paul in the street. She cannot very well not bow."</|quote|>"Of course she must bow. | we are to have nothing more to do with them."<|quote|>"For a clever girl, dear, how very oddly you do talk. Helen ll HAVE to have something more to do with them, now that they re all opposite. She may meet that Paul in the street. She cannot very well not bow."</|quote|>"Of course she must bow. But look here; let s | life. "Oh, but Helen isn t a girl with no interests," she explained. "She has plenty of other things and other people to think about. She made a false start with the Wilcoxes, and she ll be as willing as we are to have nothing more to do with them."<|quote|>"For a clever girl, dear, how very oddly you do talk. Helen ll... | lifts, the arrangement for coals (a great temptation for a dishonest porter), were all familiar matters to her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at the Schlegels. Margaret received the information calmly, and did not agree that it would throw a cloud over poor Helen s l... | the sun--flats house a flashy type of person. But if the truth had been known, she found her visits to Wickham Place twice as amusing since Wickham Mansions had arisen, and would in a couple of days learn more about them than her nieces in a couple of months, or her nephew in a couple of years. She would stroll across ... | answered. Presently she called him again. "I rather want to get this chapter done." "What?" He closed his ears against her. "What s that?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?" "What?" he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she called him again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this tim... | in water (jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having... | I m reading a book." "What?" "What?" he answered, catching her degraded deafness. Presently she called him again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this time, and was ordering his gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons, that the power of Nature could not be shortened... | Howards End |
"Of course she must bow. But look here; let s do the flowers. I was going to say, the will to be interested in him has died, and what else matters? I look on that disastrous episode (over which you were so kind) as the killing of a nerve in Helen. It s dead, and she ll never be troubled with it again. The only things t... | Margaret | cannot very well not bow."<|quote|>"Of course she must bow. But look here; let s do the flowers. I was going to say, the will to be interested in him has died, and what else matters? I look on that disastrous episode (over which you were so kind) as the killing of a nerve in Helen. It s dead, and she ll never be troubl... | Paul in the street. She cannot very well not bow."<|quote|>"Of course she must bow. But look here; let s do the flowers. I was going to say, the will to be interested in him has died, and what else matters? I look on that disastrous episode (over which you were so kind) as the killing of a nerve in Helen. It s dead, an... | to have nothing more to do with them." "For a clever girl, dear, how very oddly you do talk. Helen ll HAVE to have something more to do with them, now that they re all opposite. She may meet that Paul in the street. She cannot very well not bow."<|quote|>"Of course she must bow. But look here; let s do the flowers. I w... | would throw a cloud over poor Helen s life. "Oh, but Helen isn t a girl with no interests," she explained. "She has plenty of other things and other people to think about. She made a false start with the Wilcoxes, and she ll be as willing as we are to have nothing more to do with them." "For a clever girl, dear, how ve... | her nieces in a couple of months, or her nephew in a couple of years. She would stroll across and make friends with the porters, and inquire what the rents were, exclaiming for example: "What! a hundred and twenty for a basement? You ll never get it!" And they would answer: "One can but try, madam." The passenger lifts... | she called him again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this time, and was ordering his gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons, that the power of Nature could not be shortened by the folly, nor her beauty altogether saddened by the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER ... | Leonard managed to convince his stomach that it was having a nourishing meal. After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time, that he had come straight back home after the concert at Queen s Hall. Pre... | she called him again. Ruskin had visited Torcello by this time, and was ordering his gondoliers to take him to Murano. It occurred to him, as he glided over the whispering lagoons, that the power of Nature could not be shortened by the folly, nor her beauty altogether saddened by the misery of such as Leonard. CHAPTER ... | Howards End |
Mrs. Munt did not see, and indeed Margaret was making a most questionable statement--that any emotion, any interest once vividly aroused, can wholly die. | No speaker | again. Don t you see?"<|quote|>Mrs. Munt did not see, and indeed Margaret was making a most questionable statement--that any emotion, any interest once vividly aroused, can wholly die.</|quote|>"I also have the honour | thing, the one important thing--never again. Don t you see?"<|quote|>Mrs. Munt did not see, and indeed Margaret was making a most questionable statement--that any emotion, any interest once vividly aroused, can wholly die.</|quote|>"I also have the honour to inform you that the | troubled with it again. The only things that matter are the things that interest one. Bowing, even calling and leaving cards, even a dinner-party--we can do all those things to the Wilcoxes, if they find it agreeable; but the other thing, the one important thing--never again. Don t you see?"<|quote|>Mrs. Munt did not s... | s do the flowers. I was going to say, the will to be interested in him has died, and what else matters? I look on that disastrous episode (over which you were so kind) as the killing of a nerve in Helen. It s dead, and she ll never be troubled with it again. The only things that matter are the things that interest one.... | "Oh, but Helen isn t a girl with no interests," she explained. "She has plenty of other things and other people to think about. She made a false start with the Wilcoxes, and she ll be as willing as we are to have nothing more to do with them." "For a clever girl, dear, how very oddly you do talk. Helen ll HAVE to have ... | hope of getting into London society." That Mrs. Munt should be the first to discover the misfortune was not remarkable, for she was so interested in the flats, that she watched their every mutation with unwearying care. In theory she despised them--they took away that old-world look--they cut off the sun--flats house a... | this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a lovely tune. "No; I ll play you something lovely. Get up, dear, for a minute." He went to the piano and jingled out a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she r... | passenger lifts, the arrangement for coals (a great temptation for a dishonest porter), were all familiar matters to her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at the Schlegels. Margaret received the information calmly, and did not agree that it would throw a cloud over poor... | Howards End |
"I also have the honour to inform you that the Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might have made you angry, and you had enough to worry you--but I wrote a letter to Mrs. W, and apologised for the trouble that Helen had given them. She didn t answer it." | Margaret | vividly aroused, can wholly die.<|quote|>"I also have the honour to inform you that the Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might have made you angry, and you had enough to worry you--but I wrote a letter to Mrs. W, and apologised for the trouble that Helen had given them. She didn t answer it... | any emotion, any interest once vividly aroused, can wholly die.<|quote|>"I also have the honour to inform you that the Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might have made you angry, and you had enough to worry you--but I wrote a letter to Mrs. W, and apologised for the trouble that Helen had g... | can do all those things to the Wilcoxes, if they find it agreeable; but the other thing, the one important thing--never again. Don t you see?" Mrs. Munt did not see, and indeed Margaret was making a most questionable statement--that any emotion, any interest once vividly aroused, can wholly die.<|quote|>"I also have th... | on that disastrous episode (over which you were so kind) as the killing of a nerve in Helen. It s dead, and she ll never be troubled with it again. The only things that matter are the things that interest one. Bowing, even calling and leaving cards, even a dinner-party--we can do all those things to the Wilcoxes, if th... | She made a false start with the Wilcoxes, and she ll be as willing as we are to have nothing more to do with them." "For a clever girl, dear, how very oddly you do talk. Helen ll HAVE to have something more to do with them, now that they re all opposite. She may meet that Paul in the street. She cannot very well not bo... | interested in the flats, that she watched their every mutation with unwearying care. In theory she despised them--they took away that old-world look--they cut off the sun--flats house a flashy type of person. But if the truth had been known, she found her visits to Wickham Place twice as amusing since Wickham Mansions ... | a minute." He went to the piano and jingled out a little Grieg. He played badly and vulgarly, but the performance was not without its effect, for Jacky said she thought she d be going to bed. As she receded, a new set of interests possessed the boy, and he began to think of what had been said about music by that odd Mi... | her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at the Schlegels. Margaret received the information calmly, and did not agree that it would throw a cloud over poor Helen s life. "Oh, but Helen isn t a girl with no interests," she explained. "She has plenty of other things and oth... | Howards End |
"How very rude!" | Aunt Juley | She didn t answer it."<|quote|>"How very rude!"</|quote|>"I wonder. Or was it | that Helen had given them. She didn t answer it."<|quote|>"How very rude!"</|quote|>"I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." | you that the Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might have made you angry, and you had enough to worry you--but I wrote a letter to Mrs. W, and apologised for the trouble that Helen had given them. She didn t answer it."<|quote|>"How very rude!"</|quote|>"I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, M... | Wilcoxes, if they find it agreeable; but the other thing, the one important thing--never again. Don t you see?" Mrs. Munt did not see, and indeed Margaret was making a most questionable statement--that any emotion, any interest once vividly aroused, can wholly die. "I also have the honour to inform you that the Wilcoxe... | Paul in the street. She cannot very well not bow." "Of course she must bow. But look here; let s do the flowers. I was going to say, the will to be interested in him has died, and what else matters? I look on that disastrous episode (over which you were so kind) as the killing of a nerve in Helen. It s dead, and she ll... | in a couple of days learn more about them than her nieces in a couple of months, or her nephew in a couple of years. She would stroll across and make friends with the porters, and inquire what the rents were, exclaiming for example: "What! a hundred and twenty for a basement? You ll never get it!" And they would answer... | said about music by that odd Miss Schlegel--the one that twisted her face about so when she spoke. Then the thoughts grew sad and envious. There was the girl named Helen, who had pinched his umbrella, and the German girl who had smiled at him pleasantly, and Herr some one, and Aunt some one, and the brother--all, all w... | in a couple of months, or her nephew in a couple of years. She would stroll across and make friends with the porters, and inquire what the rents were, exclaiming for example: "What! a hundred and twenty for a basement? You ll never get it!" And they would answer: "One can but try, madam." The passenger lifts, the arran... | Howards End |
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