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"I wonder. Or was it sensible?" | Margaret | answer it." "How very rude!"<|quote|>"I wonder. Or was it sensible?"</|quote|>"No, Margaret, most rude." "In | given them. She didn t answer it." "How very rude!"<|quote|>"I wonder. Or was it sensible?"</|quote|>"No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class | 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." "How very rude!"<|quote|>"I wonder. Or was it sensible?"</|quote|>"No, Margaret, most... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with u... | 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 never be tr... | 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: "One can b... | 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... | 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 and make friends with the porters, and inquire what the rents were, exclaiming for example: "What! a... | Howards End |
"No, Margaret, most rude." | Aunt Juley | wonder. Or was it sensible?"<|quote|>"No, Margaret, most rude."</|quote|>"In either case one can | it." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?"<|quote|>"No, Margaret, most rude."</|quote|>"In either case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. | 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." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?"<|quote|>"No, Margaret, most rude."</|quote|>"In either case one ca... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time-... | 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 never be troubled with it again. The only th... | 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: "One can but try, madam." The passenger ... | 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 on the ropes. They had all passed up... | 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 something more to do with them, now that they re all opposite. She may meet that Paul in the street. She cannot ver... | Howards End |
"In either case one can class it as reassuring." | Margaret | sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude."<|quote|>"In either case one can class it as reassuring."</|quote|>Mrs. Munt sighed. She was | "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude."<|quote|>"In either case one can class it as reassuring."</|quote|>Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on | 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." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude."<|quote|>"In either case one can class it as reassuring.... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might have made you a... | 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 that matter are ... | 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 arrangem... | 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 on the ropes. They had all passed up that narrow, rich sta... | 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 the ornate block oppo... | Howards End |
Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tal... | No speaker | can class it as reassuring."<|quote|>Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porte... | rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring."<|quote|>Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, g... | 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." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring."<|quote|>Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swana... | 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 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... | 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. Bowing, ... | 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 temptation for a... | 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 on the ropes. They had all passed up that narrow, rich staircase at Wickham Place to some ample room, whit... | 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." The most unfortunate thing was... | Howards End |
"But you will be careful, won t you?" | Aunt Juley | this as a telling snub.<|quote|>"But you will be careful, won t you?"</|quote|>she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly | back, she could not regard this as a telling snub.<|quote|>"But you will be careful, won t you?"</|quote|>she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be | she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub.<|quote|>"But you will be careful, won t you?"</|quote|>she exhorted.... | it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. S... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at... | 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 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... | 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 boots ready for the morning,... | 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 other people to think about. She made a false start with the Wilcoxes, and she ll be as willing as we are to have noth... | Howards End |
she exhorted. | No speaker | be careful, won t you?"<|quote|>she exhorted.</|quote|>"Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And | telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?"<|quote|>she exhorted.</|quote|>"Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." | had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?"<|quote|>she exhorted.</|quote|>"Oh, certainly. Fiendishly carefu... | case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the port... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might have made you angry, and you had en... | 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 very oddly you do talk. Hel... | 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 she called him... | 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... | Howards End |
"Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." | Margaret | won t you?" she exhorted.<|quote|>"Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful."</|quote|>"And Helen must be careful, | "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted.<|quote|>"Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful."</|quote|>"And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried | seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted.<|quote|>"Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful."</|quote|>"And Hel... | can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and v... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might have made you angry, and you had enough t... | 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 very oddly you do talk. Helen ll HAVE ... | 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 she called him again. "I r... | 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 something more to do with them, now that they re all opposite. She m... | Howards End |
"And Helen must be careful, too." | Aunt Juley | exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful."<|quote|>"And Helen must be careful, too."</|quote|>"Careful over what?" cried Helen, | careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful."<|quote|>"And Helen must be careful, too."</|quote|>"Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into | order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful."<|quote|>"And Helen must be careful, too."</|q... | reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he lo... | 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 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 w... | 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 something... | 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 want to get thi... | 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 ... | Howards End |
"Careful over what?" | Helen | Helen must be careful, too."<|quote|>"Careful over what?"</|quote|>cried Helen, at that moment | "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too."<|quote|>"Careful over what?"</|quote|>cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with | he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too."<|quote|>"Careful over what?"</|quote|>cried Hele... | going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately h... | 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 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 apol... | 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 something more to do with them, n... | 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." "What?"... | 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." "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, a... | Howards End |
cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. | No speaker | careful, too." "Careful over what?"<|quote|>cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin.</|quote|>"Nothing" said Margaret, seized with | careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?"<|quote|>cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin.</|quote|>"Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over | a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?"<|quote|>cried Helen, at that moment comi... | Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was tu... | most questionable statement--that any emotion, any interest once vividly aroused, can wholly die. "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 th... | 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 something more to do with them, now that they re all... | 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... | 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 they find it agreeable; but the other thing, the one important thing--never again. Don t you se... | Howards End |
"Nothing" | Margaret | the room with her cousin.<|quote|>"Nothing"</|quote|>said Margaret, seized with a | at that moment coming into the room with her cousin.<|quote|>"Nothing"</|quote|>said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, | though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin.<|quote|>"Nothing"</|quote|>said Marg... | Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regar... | die. "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." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or wa... | 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 something more to do with them, now that they re all opposite. She may meet that Paul in the street. She cannot very well... | "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?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m... | 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 temptation for a dishonest... | Howards End |
said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. | No speaker | room with her cousin. "Nothing"<|quote|>said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness.</|quote|>"Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" | that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing"<|quote|>said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness.</|quote|>"Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic | she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing"<|quote|>said Margaret, seized wit... | regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this... | "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." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it ... | 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... | "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?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m readin... | 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." "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 episod... | Howards End |
"Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" | Helen | seized with a momentary awkwardness.<|quote|>"Careful over what, Aunt Juley?"</|quote|>Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic | her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness.<|quote|>"Careful over what, Aunt Juley?"</|quote|>Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that | not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness.<|quote|>"Care... | magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful... | 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." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rud... | 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 bow." "Of course she must bow. But... | 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?" "All right, Jacky, nothing; I m reading a book." "What?" "What?" he answere... | 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." "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 (... | Howards End |
Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. | No speaker | "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?"<|quote|>Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air.</|quote|>"It is only that a | seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?"<|quote|>Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air.</|quote|>"It is only that a certain family, whom we know | telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?"<|... | Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, ... | 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." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one ca... | 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 bow." "Of course she must bow. But look here; let s do the... | 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 deafness. Pre... | statement--that any emotion, any interest once vividly aroused, can wholly die. "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 Hel... | Howards End |
"It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." | Aunt Juley | Munt assumed a cryptic air.<|quote|>"It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony."</|quote|>Helen began some laughing reply, | over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air.<|quote|>"It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony."</|quote|>Helen began some laughing reply,... | careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air.... | face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly caref... | 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." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring... | 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." "Of course she must bow. But look here; let s do the flowers. I was going to... | 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 deafness. Presently she called him again. Rus... | 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 bow." "Of course she must... | Howards End |
Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, | No speaker | plants are in the balcony."<|quote|>Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed,</|quote|>"What, Helen, you don t | opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony."<|quote|>Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed,</|quote|>"What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" | "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony."<|quote|>Helen began some laughing reply,... | not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over... | "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles... | 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... | 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 by the folly,... | "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles... | Howards End |
"What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" | Aunt Juley | so disconcerted that she exclaimed,<|quote|>"What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?"</|quote|>and deepened the blush to | by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed,<|quote|>"What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?"</|quote|>and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don | know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed,<|quote|>"What, Helen, ... | careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but d... | as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he... | 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. B... | 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," cried her aunt next morning, "such a m... | class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very ... | Howards End |
and deepened the blush to crimson. | No speaker | mind them coming, do you?"<|quote|>and deepened the blush to crimson.</|quote|>"Of course I don t | "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?"<|quote|>and deepened the blush to crimson.</|quote|>"Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little | yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?"<|quote|>and deep... | cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert,... | Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was tu... | 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. Bowing, even calling and leaving cards, even a... | 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 happened. I could not get y... | very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if s... | Howards End |
"Of course I don t mind," | Helen | deepened the blush to crimson.<|quote|>"Of course I don t mind,"</|quote|>said Helen a little crossly. | them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson.<|quote|>"Of course I don t mind,"</|quote|>said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and | have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson.<|quote|>"Of course I... | into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from ... | her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had... | 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. Bowing, even calling and leaving cards, even a dinner-party--we can do all... | 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 happened. I could not get you alone." The most unfortunate... | 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." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." ... | Howards End |
said Helen a little crossly. | No speaker | course I don t mind,"<|quote|>said Helen a little crossly.</|quote|>"It is that you and | the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind,"<|quote|>said Helen a little crossly.</|quote|>"It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly | the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind,"<|quote|>said Helen a little ... | "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants... | Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regar... | 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. Bowing, even calling and leaving cards, even a dinner-party--we can do all those things to the Wilcoxes, ... | 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." The most unfortunate thing was not very serious. One of the... | "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 ... | Howards End |
"It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." | Helen | said Helen a little crossly.<|quote|>"It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all."</|quote|>"I m not grave," protested | course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly.<|quote|>"It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all."</|quote|>"I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in | in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly.<|quote|>"It is that you and Meg are... | a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began som... | for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But y... | (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 they find it agreeable; but t... | 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 the ornate bloc... | 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 they find it agreeable; but the other thi... | Howards End |
"I m not grave," | Margaret | be grave about at all."<|quote|>"I m not grave,"</|quote|>protested Margaret, a little cross | when there s nothing to be grave about at all."<|quote|>"I m not grave,"</|quote|>protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you | "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all."<|quote|>"I m not grave,"</|quote|>protested Margaret, a little cross i... | know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don ... | an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful... | 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?" Mrs. Munt did not see, and indeed Ma... | 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, "coming up, no doubt, in the hope of getting into London society." That Mrs.... | 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 bow." "Of course she must bow. But look here; let s do ... | Howards End |
protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. | No speaker | all." "I m not grave,"<|quote|>protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn.</|quote|>"Well, you look grave; doesn | to be grave about at all." "I m not grave,"<|quote|>protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn.</|quote|>"Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don | t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave,"<|quote|>protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn.</|quote|>"Well, you... | do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them comin... | porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cri... | 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?" Mrs. Munt did not see, and indeed Margaret was making a... | 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, "coming up, no doubt, in the hope of getting into London society." That Mrs. Munt should be the ... | very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if s... | Howards End |
"Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" | Helen | little cross in her turn.<|quote|>"Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?"</|quote|>"I don t feel grave, | not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn.<|quote|>"Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?"</|quote|>"I don t feel grave, that s all I can | the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn.<|quote|>"Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?"</|quote|>"I don ... | night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crim... | hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the roo... | 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?" Mrs. Munt did not see, and indeed Margaret was making a most questionable statement--that any emoti... | 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." That Mrs. Munt should be the first to discover the misfortune was not remarkable, f... | 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 that ... | Howards End |
"I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." | Margaret | grave; doesn t she, Frieda?"<|quote|>"I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack."</|quote|>"No, she does not feel | her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?"<|quote|>"I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack."</|quote|>"No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I | t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?"<|quote|>"I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going... | opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a l... | her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, se... | 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?" 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.... | 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." That Mrs. Munt should be the first to discover the misfortune was not remarkable, for she was so interested in the flats... | 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?" Mrs. Munt did not see, and indeed Ma... | Howards End |
"No, she does not feel grave," | Aunt Juley | quite on the wrong tack."<|quote|>"No, she does not feel grave,"</|quote|>echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can | can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack."<|quote|>"No, she does not feel grave,"</|quote|>echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She | it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack."<|quote|>"No, she does not feel grave,"</|quote|>echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bea... | all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I ... | will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryp... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time-... | by the Wilcox family, "coming up, no doubt, in the 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 ... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might have ... | Howards End |
echoed Mrs. Munt. | No speaker | she does not feel grave,"<|quote|>echoed Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"I can bear witness to | on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave,"<|quote|>echoed Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted | be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave,"<|quote|>echoed Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"I can bear witness to that. She disag... | so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margare... | she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a c... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might have made you angry, and you had en... | no doubt, in the 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 s... | 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 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 l... | Howards End |
"I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" | Aunt Juley | feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--"</|quote|>"Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I | tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--"</|quote|>"Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." | at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--"</|quote|>"Hark!"... | she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in ... | certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might have made you angry, and you had enough to wo... | the 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 hou... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might h... | Howards End |
"Hark!" | Fraulein Mosebach | witness to that. She disagrees--"<|quote|>"Hark!"</|quote|>interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear | Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--"<|quote|>"Hark!"</|quote|>interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For | a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--"<|quote|>"Hark!"</|quote|>interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno ... | them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she... | too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself la... | 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 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,... | 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 truth ha... | 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." "Of course she must bow. But look here; let s do the flowers. I was going... | Howards End |
interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. | No speaker | to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!"<|quote|>interrupted Fraulein Mosebach.</|quote|>"I hear Bruno entering the | Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!"<|quote|>interrupted Fraulein Mosebach.</|quote|>"I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was | little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!"<|quote|>interrupted Fraulein Mosebach.</|quote|>"I hear Bruno en... | coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Fri... | "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last nig... | 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 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 apol... | 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 truth had bee... | 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." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as r... | Howards End |
"I hear Bruno entering the hall." | Fraulein Mosebach | disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach.<|quote|>"I hear Bruno entering the hall."</|quote|>For Herr Liesecke was due | bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach.<|quote|>"I hear Bruno entering the hall."</|quote|>For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call | her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach.<|quote|>"I hear Bruno entering the hall."</|quote... | and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t fe... | cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert,... | most questionable statement--that any emotion, any interest once vividly aroused, can wholly die. "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 th... | 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 fo... | over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after ... | Howards End |
For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arr... | No speaker | hear Bruno entering the hall."<|quote|>For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and lea... | "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall."<|quote|>For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had much... | doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall."<|quote|>For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Pla... | "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you... | into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from ... | interest once vividly aroused, can wholly die. "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 ans... | 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 her visits to Wickham Place twice... | him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, to... | Howards End |
"Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." | Helen | in the doorway and said:<|quote|>"Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson."</|quote|>"Come, Helen," said her cousin. | not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said:<|quote|>"Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson."</|quote|>"Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; | detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said:<|quote|>"Did you say the Matheson... | can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, a... | exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her ... | it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common... | 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... | 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 they find it agreeable; but the oth... | Howards End |
"Come, Helen," | Fraulein Mosebach | laced too tightly was Matheson."<|quote|>"Come, Helen,"</|quote|>said her cousin. "Go, Helen," | name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson."<|quote|>"Come, Helen,"</|quote|>said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued | the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson."<|quote|>"Come, Helen,"</|quote|>said her co... | for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to... | crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she d... | her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "... | 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 her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at th... | don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going qui... | Howards End |
said her cousin. | No speaker | tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen,"<|quote|>said her cousin.</|quote|>"Go, Helen," said her aunt; | the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen,"<|quote|>said her cousin.</|quote|>"Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost | Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen,"<|quote|>said her cousin.</|quote|>"Go, He... | two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove t... | is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel ... | instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you w... | 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 her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at the Schlegels.... | all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I ... | Howards End |
"Go, Helen," | Aunt Juley | "Come, Helen," said her cousin.<|quote|>"Go, Helen,"</|quote|>said her aunt; and continued | laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin.<|quote|>"Go, Helen,"</|quote|>said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the | as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin.<|quote|>"Go, Helen,"</|quote|>said her aunt; an... | He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation w... | and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echo... | she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" ... | 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 her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at the Schlegels. Margaret rec... | she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a c... | Howards End |
said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: | No speaker | said her cousin. "Go, Helen,"<|quote|>said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath:</|quote|>"Helen cannot deceive me. She | tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen,"<|quote|>said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath:</|quote|>"Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed | to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen,"<|quote|>said her aunt; and continued to ... | not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not ... | are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. ... | have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhort... | 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 her, and perhaps a relief from the politico-economical-esthetic atmosphere that reigned at the Schlegels. Margaret received the info... | that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she ex... | Howards End |
"Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." | Aunt Juley | almost in the same breath:<|quote|>"Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind."</|quote|>"Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Frieda | aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath:<|quote|>"Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind."</|quote|>"Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear you, and she | the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath:<|quote|>"Helen cannot deceive me. She do... | five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you... | be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" i... | had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen mu... | 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, and did not agree that it would throw a clo... | back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing... | Howards End |
"Oh, hush!" | Margaret | deceive me. She does mind."<|quote|>"Oh, hush!"</|quote|>breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear | the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind."<|quote|>"Oh, hush!"</|quote|>breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear you, and she can be | the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind."<|quote|>"Oh, hush!"</|quote|>brea... | situation, and said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wond... | not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach.... | to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over wha... | 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. "Oh, but Helen isn t a... | "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted... | Howards End |
breathed Margaret. | No speaker | She does mind." "Oh, hush!"<|quote|>breathed Margaret.</|quote|>"Frieda ll hear you, and | breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!"<|quote|>breathed Margaret.</|quote|>"Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome." | flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!"<|quote|>breathed Margaret.</|quote|... | said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! ... | protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bru... | porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cri... | 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. "Oh, but Helen isn t a girl wit... | common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that... | Howards End |
"Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome." | Margaret | mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret.<|quote|>"Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome."</|quote|>"She minds," persisted Mrs. Munt, | cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret.<|quote|>"Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome."</|quote|>"She minds," persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, | Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret.<|quote|>"Frieda ll hear you... | she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never kn... | a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall... | common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that... | 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. "Oh, but Helen isn t a girl with no interests," ... | as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she ... | Howards End |
"She minds," | Aunt Juley | she can be so tiresome."<|quote|>"She minds,"</|quote|>persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully | "Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome."<|quote|>"She minds,"</|quote|>persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, and pulling | name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome."<|quote|>"She minds,"</|quote|... | below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightl... | doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to ca... | back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing... | 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 other pe... | have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t m... | Howards End |
persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, and pulling the dead chrysanthemums out of the vases. | No speaker | be so tiresome." "She minds,"<|quote|>persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, and pulling the dead chrysanthemums out of the vases.</|quote|>"I knew she d mind--and | hear you, and she can be so tiresome." "She minds,"<|quote|>persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, and pulling the dead chrysanthemums out of the vases.</|quote|>"I knew she d mind--and I m sure a girl | the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome." "She minds,"<|quote|>persisted Mrs. M... | leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Mathe... | she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for t... | turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Ma... | 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 other people to thin... | back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing... | Howards End |
"I knew she d mind--and I m sure a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all b... | Aunt Juley | chrysanthemums out of the vases.<|quote|>"I knew she d mind--and I m sure a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don ... | room, and pulling the dead chrysanthemums out of the vases.<|quote|>"I knew she d mind--and I m sure a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wr... | aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome." "She minds," persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, and pulling the dead chrysanthemums out of the vases.<|quote|>"I kne... | that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost i... | on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not ente... | telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" M... | 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 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 cle... | t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; does... | Howards End |
"Mr. Wilcox, possibly." | Margaret | and a copper-coloured face be?"<|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox, possibly."</|quote|>"I knew it. And there | elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?"<|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox, possibly."</|quote|>"I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s | in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?"<|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox, possibly."</|quote|>"I knew it. And ... | sure a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawin... | she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me.... | Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," pro... | 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 that matter ... | as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Jule... | Howards End |
"I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." | Aunt Juley | face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly."<|quote|>"I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox."</|quote|>"It s a shame to | a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly."<|quote|>"I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox."</|quote|>"It s a shame to call his face copper colour," | re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly."<|quote|>"I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox."</... | ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room windo... | the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind.... | so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margare... | 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 that matter are the things... | "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last nig... | Howards End |
"It s a shame to call his face copper colour," | Margaret | And there s Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"It s a shame to call his face copper colour,"</|quote|>complained Margaret. "He has a | Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"It s a shame to call his face copper colour,"</|quote|>complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a | There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"It s a shame to call his face copper colour,"</|quo... | people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. The... | Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Fried... | don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; ... | 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. Bowing, even call... | little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No... | Howards End |
complained Margaret. | No speaker | call his face copper colour,"<|quote|>complained Margaret.</|quote|>"He has a remarkably good | "It s a shame to call his face copper colour,"<|quote|>complained Margaret.</|quote|>"He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of | There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour,"<|quote|>complained Margaret.</|quote|>"He has a remarkably good... | you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw h... | knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome." "She minds," pe... | blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s ... | 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. Bowing, even calling and leaving cards, even a dinner-party--we... | that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she ex... | Howards End |
"He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." | Margaret | face copper colour," complained Margaret.<|quote|>"He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age."</|quote|>Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could | a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret.<|quote|>"He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age."</|quote|>Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox | Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret.<|quote|>"He has a remarkably good complexion for a... | and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start ... | the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome." "She minds," persisted Mr... | crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can... | 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. Bowing, even calling and leaving cards, even a dinner-party--we can do... | how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be car... | Howards End |
Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her. | No speaker | a man of his age."<|quote|>Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her.</|quote|>"Helen did not take the | a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age."<|quote|>Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her.</|quote|>"Helen did not take the news quite as I expected... | with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age."<|quote|>Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could ... | reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper... | Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome." "She minds," persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, and pulling the dead ... | "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not f... | (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 they find it agreeable; but t... | an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tall hat. But unfortunately his back was turned to her, and though she had cut his back, she could not regard this as a telling snub. "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful... | Howards End |
"Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans." | Margaret | Margaret tried to stop her.<|quote|>"Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans."</|quote|>"It s as well to | should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her.<|quote|>"Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans."</|quote|>"It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as | colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her.<|quote|>"Helen did not take... | Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion... | can be so tiresome." "She minds," persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, and pulling the dead chrysanthemums out of the vases. "I knew she d mind--and I m sure a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles ha... | "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due... | 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?" Mrs. Munt did not see, and indeed Margaret was making a most questionable statement--that any emoti... | entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs... | Howards End |
"It s as well to be prepared." | Aunt Juley | s no need for plans."<|quote|>"It s as well to be prepared."</|quote|>"No--it s as well not | in her really, so there s no need for plans."<|quote|>"It s as well to be prepared."</|quote|>"No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" | complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her. "Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans."<|quote|>"It s as well to be prepared."</|quote|>"No--it s as wel... | a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from ... | d mind--and I m sure a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up ag... | tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quit... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the... | s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees... | Howards End |
"No--it s as well not to be prepared." | Margaret | as well to be prepared."<|quote|>"No--it s as well not to be prepared."</|quote|>"Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew | need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared."<|quote|>"No--it s as well not to be prepared."</|quote|>"Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. | the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her. "Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared."<|quote|>"No--it s as well not to be prepared."</|quote|>"Why?" "Becaus... | "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pu... | ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room windo... | echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a ... | 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 Wilcoxes are bored with us. I didn t tell you at the time--it might have made you angry, and you had en... | her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--wher... | Howards End |
"Why?" | Aunt Juley | well not to be prepared."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Because--" Her thought drew being | be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She | pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her. "Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure... | "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to... | people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. The... | that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and... | 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 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 l... | you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome.... | Howards End |
"Because--" | Margaret | not to be prepared." "Why?"<|quote|>"Because--"</|quote|>Her thought drew being from | prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?"<|quote|>"Because--"</|quote|>Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could | in the future. Margaret tried to stop her. "Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?"<|quote|>"Because--"</|quote|>Her thought drew being from the obscure border... | s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to sto... | I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evi... | She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen... | 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 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... | and she can be so tiresome." "She minds," persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, and pulling the dead chrysanthemums out of the vases. "I knew she d mind--and I m sure a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Ch... | Howards End |
Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stoc... | No speaker | to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--"<|quote|>Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-pa... | "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--"<|quote|>Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an exami... | the future. Margaret tried to stop her. "Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--"<|quote|>Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She co... | a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop ... | know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie,... | disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for the two younger girls. He was not entering the hall--in fact, he did not enter it for quite five minutes. But Frieda detected a delicate situation, and said that she and Helen had... | 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 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 ... | "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due... | Howards End |
"Because I d sooner risk it," | Margaret | adopt another method, or fail.<|quote|>"Because I d sooner risk it,"</|quote|>was her lame conclusion. "But | who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail.<|quote|>"Because I d sooner risk it,"</|quote|>was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her | that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail.<|quote|>"Because I d sooner risk... | Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life befo... | him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, c... | finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her co... | them. She didn t answer it." "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificent... | an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs.... | Howards End |
was her lame conclusion. | No speaker | I d sooner risk it,"<|quote|>was her lame conclusion.</|quote|>"But imagine the evenings," exclaimed | another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it,"<|quote|>was her lame conclusion.</|quote|>"But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the | the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it,"<|quote|>was her lame conclusion.<... | really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves ... | would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. ... | But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued ... | "How very rude!" "I wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles... | "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well... | Howards End |
"But imagine the evenings," | Aunt Juley | it," was her lame conclusion.<|quote|>"But imagine the evenings,"</|quote|>exclaimed her aunt, pointing to | "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion.<|quote|>"But imagine the evenings,"</|quote|>exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout | beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion.<|quote|>"But imagine the evening... | no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of j... | with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion... | prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret al... | wonder. Or was it sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him ... | a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?... | Howards End |
exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering can. | No speaker | conclusion. "But imagine the evenings,"<|quote|>exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering can.</|quote|>"Turn the electric light on | risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings,"<|quote|>exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering can.</|quote|>"Turn the electric light on here or there, and it | at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings,"<|quote|>exclaimed her aunt, pointing... | "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary ... | a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from ... | was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: ... | sensible?" "No, Margaret, most rude." "In either case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She ... | crimson. "Of course I don t mind," said Helen a little crossly. "It is that you and Meg are both so absurdly grave about it, when there s nothing to be grave about at all." "I m not grave," protested Margaret, a little cross in her turn. "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can... | Howards End |
"Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost the same room. One evening they may forget to draw their blinds down, and you ll see them; and the next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, ... | Aunt Juley | spout of the watering can.<|quote|>"Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost the same room. One evening they may forget to draw their blinds down, and you ll see them; and the next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Im... | to the Mansions with the spout of the watering can.<|quote|>"Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost the same room. One evening they may forget to draw their blinds down, and you ll see them; and the next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the ... | a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering can.<|quote|>"Turn the electric l... | prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a poss... | Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret... | the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "F... | Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter--and very common he looked in a tal... | cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome." "She minds," persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, and pulling the dead chrysanthemums ou... | Howards End |
"I hope to risk things all my life." | Margaret | you d rather risk it."<|quote|>"I hope to risk things all my life."</|quote|>"Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But | that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it."<|quote|>"I hope to risk things all my life."</|quote|>"Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with | and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it."<|quote|>"I hope to risk things all my life."</|quote|... | evenings," exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering can. "Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost the same room. One evening they may forget to draw their blinds down, and you ll see them; and the next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the bal... | plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is ne... | she d mind--and I m sure a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled u... | "But you will be careful, won t you?" she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assum... | him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, c... | Howards End |
"Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." | Aunt Juley | risk things all my life."<|quote|>"Oh, Margaret, most dangerous."</|quote|>"But after all," she continued | risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life."<|quote|>"Oh, Margaret, most dangerous."</|quote|>"But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s | out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life."<|quote|>"Oh, Margaret, most dangerous."</|quote|>"But a... | with the spout of the watering can. "Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost the same room. One evening they may forget to draw their blinds down, and you ll see them; and the next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. I... | "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, ... | ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room windo... | she exhorted. "Oh, certainly. Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a c... | would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. ... | Howards End |
"But after all," | Margaret | life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous."<|quote|>"But after all,"</|quote|>she continued with a smile, | to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous."<|quote|>"But after all,"</|quote|>she continued with a smile, "there s never any great | Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous."<|quote|>"But after all,"</|quote|>she continu... | the watering can. "Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost the same room. One evening they may forget to draw their blinds down, and you ll see them; and the next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out o... | not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party,... | experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wi... | Fiendishly careful." "And Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by... | be so tiresome." "She minds," persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, and pulling the dead chrysanthemums out of the vases. "I knew she d mind--and I m sure a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had ta... | Howards End |
she continued with a smile, | No speaker | most dangerous." "But after all,"<|quote|>she continued with a smile,</|quote|>"there s never any great | all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all,"<|quote|>she continued with a smile,</|quote|>"there s never any great risk as long as you | the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all,"<|quote|>she continued with a smile,</|quote|>"th... | "Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost the same room. One evening they may forget to draw their blinds down, and you ll see them; and the next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, ... | prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a poss... | coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. Th... | Helen must be careful, too." "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, ... | taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would... | Howards End |
"there s never any great risk as long as you have money." | Margaret | she continued with a smile,<|quote|>"there s never any great risk as long as you have money."</|quote|>"Oh, shame! What a shocking | most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile,<|quote|>"there s never any great risk as long as you have money."</|quote|>"Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money pads the edges | Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile,<|quote|>"there s never any great risk as long a... | here or there, and it s almost the same room. One evening they may forget to draw their blinds down, and you ll see them; and the next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite a... | drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who... | about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a ... | "Careful over what?" cried Helen, at that moment coming into the room with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last nig... | Helen," said her cousin. "Go, Helen," said her aunt; and continued to Margaret almost in the same breath: "Helen cannot deceive me. She does mind." "Oh, hush!" breathed Margaret. "Frieda ll hear you, and she can be so tiresome." "She minds," persisted Mrs. Munt, moving thoughtfully about the room, and pulling the dead ... | Howards End |
"Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" | Aunt Juley | long as you have money."<|quote|>"Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!"</|quote|>"Money pads the edges of | never any great risk as long as you have money."<|quote|>"Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!"</|quote|>"Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God | the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s never any great risk as long as you have money."<|quote|>"Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!"</|quote|>"M... | they may forget to draw their blinds down, and you ll see them; and the next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unne... | many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Becaus... | taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would... | with her cousin. "Nothing" said Margaret, seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons-... | Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her. "Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for ... | Howards End |
"Money pads the edges of things," | Margaret | shame! What a shocking speech!"<|quote|>"Money pads the edges of things,"</|quote|>said Miss Schlegel. "God help | as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!"<|quote|>"Money pads the edges of things,"</|quote|>said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none." "But | tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!"<|quote|>"Money pads the edges of things,"</|quot... | blinds down, and you ll see them; and the next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk... | those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her... | d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a... | seized with a momentary awkwardness. "Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Hel... | and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start ... | Howards End |
said Miss Schlegel. | No speaker | pads the edges of things,"<|quote|>said Miss Schlegel.</|quote|>"God help those who have | What a shocking speech!" "Money pads the edges of things,"<|quote|>said Miss Schlegel.</|quote|>"God help those who have none." "But this is something | and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money pads the edges of things,"<|quote|>said Miss Schlegel.</|quote|>"God help tho... | them; and the next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things... | emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine... | perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" ... | over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconc... | a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-roo... | Howards End |
"God help those who have none." | Margaret | of things," said Miss Schlegel.<|quote|>"God help those who have none."</|quote|>"But this is something quite | speech!" "Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel.<|quote|>"God help those who have none."</|quote|>"But this is something quite new!" said Mrs. Munt, who | rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel.<|quote|>"God help those who have none."<... | next, you yours, and they ll see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life."... | beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," excl... | Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possib... | Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all b... | with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford t... | Howards End |
"But this is something quite new!" | Aunt Juley | help those who have none."<|quote|>"But this is something quite new!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, who collected | things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none."<|quote|>"But this is something quite new!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel | risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none."<|quote|>"But this is something quite... | see you. Impossible to sit out on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerou... | expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansion... | you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s M... | air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconc... | vases. "I knew she d mind--and I m sure a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They r... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable. | No speaker | this is something quite new!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable.</|quote|>"New for me; sensible people | those who have none." "But this is something quite new!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable.</|quote|>"New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. | Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none." "But this is something quite new!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, who coll... | on the balconies. Impossible to water the plants, or even speak. Imagine going out of the front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she contin... | to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering... | all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a sham... | certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed... | themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her aunt, point... | Howards End |
"New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talk... | Margaret | by those that are portable.<|quote|>"New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income ... | nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable.<|quote|>"New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we real... | have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none." "But this is something quite new!" said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable.<|quote|>"New for me; se... | opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money ... | relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering can. "Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost the same room. One evening they may forget to draw ... | is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." ... | taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons--where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs. Munt was so disconcerted that she exclaimed, "What, Helen, you don t mind them coming, do you?" and deepened the blush to crimson. "Of course I don t mind,"... | to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightly was Matheson." "Come, Helen," said her... | Howards End |
"I call that rather cynical." | Aunt Juley | but the absence of coin."<|quote|>"I call that rather cynical."</|quote|>"So do I. But Helen | not the absence of love, but the absence of coin."<|quote|>"I call that rather cynical."</|quote|>"So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to | tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin."<|quote|>"I call that rather cynical."</|quote|>"So do I. ... | by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. L... | front-door, and they come out opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! Wh... | "Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt t... | "Well, you look grave; doesn t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due... | dead chrysanthemums out of the vases. "I knew she d mind--and I m sure a girl ought to! Such an experience! Such awful coarse-grained people! I know more about them than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t k... | Howards End |
"So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape from those whom they love no long... | Margaret | "I call that rather cynical."<|quote|>"So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever es... | but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical."<|quote|>"So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, a... | that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical."<|quote|>"So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, ... | "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talk... | opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money ... | news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare fo... | t she, Frieda?" "I don t feel grave, that s all I can say; you re going quite on the wrong tack." "No, she does not feel grave," echoed Mrs. Munt. "I can bear witness to that. She disagrees--" "Hark!" interrupted Fraulein Mosebach. "I hear Bruno entering the hall." For Herr Liesecke was due at Wickham Place to call for... | who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering can. "Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost the same room. One evening they m... | Howards End |
"That s more like Socialism," | Aunt Juley | and motor-cars to part them."<|quote|>"That s more like Socialism,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. "Call | and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them."<|quote|>"That s more like Socialism,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. "Call it what you like. I | poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape from those whom they love no longer. We rich can. Imagine the tragedy last June, if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them."<|quote|>"That s more like Socialism,"</|quote|... | but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, and they ... | nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all ... | fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering can. "Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost... | and Helen had much better wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew t... | opposite at the same moment. And yet you tell me that plans are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money ... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. | No speaker | "That s more like Socialism,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt suspiciously.</|quote|>"Call it what you like. | and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt suspiciously.</|quote|>"Call it what you like. I call it going through | whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape from those whom they love no longer. We rich can. Imagine the tragedy last June, if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt suspiciously.</|quote|>"... | "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape fro... | by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. L... | stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering can. "Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost the same room. One e... | wait for Bruno down below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman ... | "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to... | Howards End |
"Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. I m tired of these rich people who pretend to be poor, and think it shows a nice mind to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves. I stand each year upon six hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and ... | Margaret | Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously.<|quote|>"Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. I m tired of these rich people who pretend to be poor, and think it shows a nice mind to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves. I stand each year upon ... | them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously.<|quote|>"Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. I m tired of these rich people who pretend to be poor, and think it shows a nice mind to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves... | love, and they can hardly ever escape from those whom they love no longer. We rich can. Imagine the tragedy last June, if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously.<|quote|>"Call it what you like. I ca... | cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape from those whom they lo... | portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. Last night, when we... | human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering can. "Turn the electric light on here or there, and it s almost the same room. One evening they may forget to... | below, and leave Margaret and Mrs. Munt to finish arranging the flowers. Helen acquiesced. But, as if to prove that the situation was not delicate really, she stopped in the doorway and said: "Did you say the Mathesons flat, Aunt Juley? How wonderful you are! I never knew that the name of the woman who laced too tightl... | concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her. "Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s ... | Howards End |
"There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" | Aunt Juley | here is down there reality."<|quote|>"There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--"</|quote|>"What is it?" "Helen was | what s a joke up here is down there reality."<|quote|>"There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--"</|quote|>"What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes | our thoughts are the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality."<|quote|>"There they go--there goes Fraulein M... | of money that keep their feet above the waves. I stand each year upon six hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand upon eight, and as fast as our pounds crumble away into the sea they are renewed--from the sea, yes, from the sea. And all our thoughts are the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and al... | always reach those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape from those whom they love no longer. We rich can. Imagine the tragedy last June, if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously.... | never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none." "But this is something quite new!" said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that a... | than you do, which you forget, and if Charles had taken you that motor drive--well, you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There... | edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none." "But this is something quite new!" said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes s... | Howards End |
"What is it?" | Margaret | she does dress charmingly. Oh!--"<|quote|>"What is it?"</|quote|>"Helen was looking up at | Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--"<|quote|>"What is it?"</|quote|>"Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn | t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--"<|quote|>"What is it?"</|quote|>"Helen wa... | hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand upon eight, and as fast as our pounds crumble away into the sea they are renewed--from the sea, yes, from the sea. And all our thoughts are the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we... | those whom they love no longer. We rich can. Imagine the tragedy last June, if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. "Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread ope... | speech!" "Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none." "But this is something quite new!" said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You... | you d have reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache a... | not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always reach those whom the... | Howards End |
"Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." | Aunt Juley | charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?"<|quote|>"Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat."</|quote|>"Why shouldn t she?" "I | a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?"<|quote|>"Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat."</|quote|>"Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted | steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?"<|quote|>"Helen was looking up at the... | Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand upon eight, and as fast as our pounds crumble away into the sea they are renewed--from the sea, yes, from the sea. And all our thoughts are the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below t... | love no longer. We rich can. Imagine the tragedy last June, if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. "Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. ... | the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none." "But this is something quite new!" said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcox... | reached the house a perfect wreck. Oh, Margaret, you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper... | prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But imagine the evenings," exclaimed her aunt, pointing to the Mansions with the spout of the watering ca... | Howards End |
"Why shouldn t she?" | Margaret | up at the Wilcoxes flat."<|quote|>"Why shouldn t she?"</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, I | is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat."<|quote|>"Why shouldn t she?"</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it | sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat."<|quote|>"Why shouldn t she?"</|quote|>"I be... | upon eight, and as fast as our pounds crumble away into the sea they are renewed--from the sea, yes, from the sea. And all our thoughts are the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do... | tragedy last June, if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. "Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. I m tired of these rich people who preten... | help those who have none." "But this is something quite new!" said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so f... | you don t know what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I kn... | are unnecessary, and you d rather risk it." "I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there s never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help tho... | Howards End |
"I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?" | Aunt Juley | flat." "Why shouldn t she?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?"</|quote|>"I had worked round to | looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?"</|quote|>"I had worked round to myself, as usual," answered Margaret | to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, I interrupted... | fast as our pounds crumble away into the sea they are renewed--from the sea, yes, from the sea. And all our thoughts are the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometim... | Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. "Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. I m tired of these rich people who pretend to be poor, and thin... | none." "But this is something quite new!" said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet... | what you are in for! They re all bottled up against the drawing-room window. There s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And ther... | the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, and they can ... | Howards End |
"I had worked round to myself, as usual," | Margaret | you were saying about reality?"<|quote|>"I had worked round to myself, as usual,"</|quote|>answered Margaret in tones that | interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?"<|quote|>"I had worked round to myself, as usual,"</|quote|>answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied. "Do tell | here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?"<|quote|>"I had worked round... | from the sea. And all our thoughts are the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there g... | to part them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. "Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. I m tired of these rich people who pretend to be poor, and think it shows a nice mind to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves... | a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering ... | s Mrs. Wilcox--I ve seen her. There s Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret... | stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic... | Howards End |
answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied. | No speaker | round to myself, as usual,"<|quote|>answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied.</|quote|>"Do tell me this, at | about reality?" "I had worked round to myself, as usual,"<|quote|>answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied.</|quote|>"Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for | goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?" "I had worked round to myself, as usual,"<|quote|>answered Margaret in tones t... | the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a Ge... | said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. "Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. I m tired of these rich people who pretend to be poor, and think it shows a nice mind to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves. I stand each year upon six hundred pounds, ... | by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. L... | Paul. There s Evie, who is a minx. There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion... | "But this is something quite new!" said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that w... | Howards End |
"Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?" | Aunt Juley | tones that were suddenly preoccupied.<|quote|>"Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?"</|quote|>"Too difficult. Ask me another. | as usual," answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied.<|quote|>"Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?"</|quote|>"Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for poverty or | does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?" "I had worked round to myself, as usual," answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied.<|quote|>"Do tell me this, ... | and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen ... | like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. I m tired of these rich people who pretend to be poor, and think it shows a nice mind to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves. I stand each year upon six hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand u... | sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talking up here r... | There s Charles--I saw him to start with. And who would an elderly man with a moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, ... | upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowes... | Howards End |
"Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for poverty or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!" | Margaret | rich or for the poor?"<|quote|>"Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for poverty or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!"</|quote|>"For riches!" echoed Mrs. Munt, | events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?"<|quote|>"Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for poverty or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!"</|quote|>"For riches!" echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at | shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?" "I had worked round to myself, as usual," answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied. "Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?"<|quote|>"Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for... | people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I inte... | I m tired of these rich people who pretend to be poor, and think it shows a nice mind to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves. I stand each year upon six hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand upon eight, and as fast as our pounds crumble away into the sea they are renew... | as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lo... | moustache and a copper-coloured face be?" "Mr. Wilcox, possibly." "I knew it. And there s Mr. Wilcox." "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She p... | "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talk... | Howards End |
"For riches!" | Aunt Juley | For riches. Hurrah for riches!"<|quote|>"For riches!"</|quote|>echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as | for poverty or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!"<|quote|>"For riches!"</|quote|>echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at last secured | reality?" "I had worked round to myself, as usual," answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied. "Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?" "Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for poverty or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!"<|quote|>"For riches!"</|quote|>echoed Mrs... | up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?" "I had worked round to m... | nice mind to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves. I stand each year upon six hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand upon eight, and as fast as our pounds crumble away into the sea they are renewed--from the sea, yes, from the sea. And all our thoughts are the thoughts o... | s only when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather c... | "It s a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to... | open on the table. I m tired of these rich people who pretend to be poor, and think it shows a nice mind to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves. I stand each year upon six hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand upon eight, and as fast as our pounds crumble away into the... | Howards End |
echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at last secured her nut. | No speaker | Hurrah for riches!" "For riches!"<|quote|>echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at last secured her nut.</|quote|>"Yes. For riches. Money for | or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!" "For riches!"<|quote|>echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at last secured her nut.</|quote|>"Yes. For riches. Money for ever!" "So am I, and | had worked round to myself, as usual," answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied. "Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?" "Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for poverty or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!" "For riches!"<|quote|>echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it ... | is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?" "I had worked round to myself, a... | to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves. I stand each year upon six hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand upon eight, and as fast as our pounds crumble away into the sea they are renewed--from the sea, yes, from the sea. And all our thoughts are the thoughts of six-hund... | when we see some one near us tottering that we realise all that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical.... | a shame to call his face copper colour," complained Margaret. "He has a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop ... | if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. "Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. I m tired of these rich people who pretend to be poor, and t... | Howards End |
"Yes. For riches. Money for ever!" | Margaret | at last secured her nut.<|quote|>"Yes. For riches. Money for ever!"</|quote|>"So am I, and so, | Munt, having, as it were, at last secured her nut.<|quote|>"Yes. For riches. Money for ever!"</|quote|>"So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most | were suddenly preoccupied. "Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?" "Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for poverty or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!" "For riches!" echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at last secured her nut.<|quote|>"Yes. For riches. Money for ever!"</|quo... | a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?" "I had worked round to myself, as usual," answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied. "Do tell me t... | waves. I stand each year upon six hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand upon eight, and as fast as our pounds crumble away into the sea they are renewed--from the sea, yes, from the sea. And all our thoughts are the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t wan... | that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we ... | a remarkably good complexion for a man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her. "Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox ... | who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands. It is so firm beneath our feet that we forget its very existence. It s only when we see ... | Howards End |
"So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us." | Aunt Juley | For riches. Money for ever!"<|quote|>"So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us."</|quote|>"Thank you so much, Aunt | last secured her nut. "Yes. For riches. Money for ever!"<|quote|>"So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us."</|quote|>"Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked | this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?" "Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for poverty or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!" "For riches!" echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at last secured her nut. "Yes. For riches. Money for ever!"<|quote|>"So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most of m... | Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?" "I had worked round to myself, as usual," answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied. "Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the ... | six hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand upon eight, and as fast as our pounds crumble away into the sea they are renewed--from the sea, yes, from the sea. And all our thoughts are the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves... | night, when we were talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that w... | man of his age." Mrs. Munt, triumphant elsewhere, could afford to concede Mr. Wilcox his complexion. She passed on from it to the plan of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her. "Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so the... | call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. I m tired of these rich people who pretend to be poor, and think it shows a nice mind to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves. I stand each year upon six hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand upon eigh... | Howards End |
"Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers." | Margaret | that you agree with us."<|quote|>"Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers."</|quote|>"Not at all, dear. I | Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us."<|quote|>"Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers."</|quote|>"Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me | riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!" "For riches!" echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at last secured her nut. "Yes. For riches. Money for ever!" "So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us."<|quote|>"Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have... | was it you were saying about reality?" "I had worked round to myself, as usual," answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied. "Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?" "Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for poverty or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!" "For riches!... | sea they are renewed--from the sea, yes, from the sea. And all our thoughts are the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is dow... | that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot al... | of campaign that her nieces should pursue in the future. Margaret tried to stop her. "Helen did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew bein... | the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always ... | Howards End |
"Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help you in more important things." | Aunt Juley | you have done the flowers."<|quote|>"Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help you in more important things."</|quote|>"Well, would you be very | While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers."<|quote|>"Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help you in more important things."</|quote|>"Well, would you be very kind? Would you come round | last secured her nut. "Yes. For riches. Money for ever!" "So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us." "Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers."<|quote|>"Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help y... | Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied. "Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?" "Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for poverty or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!" "For riches!" echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at last secured her nut. "Yes. For riches. Money f... | thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German... | call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape from t... | did not take the news quite as I expected, but the Wilcox nerve is dead in her really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that tho... | that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape from those whom they love no longer. We rich can. Imagine the tragedy last June, if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor peo... | Howards End |
"Well, would you be very kind? Would you come round with me to the registry office? There s a housemaid who won t say yes but doesn t say no." | Margaret | you in more important things."<|quote|>"Well, would you be very kind? Would you come round with me to the registry office? There s a housemaid who won t say yes but doesn t say no."</|quote|>On their way thither they | you would let me help you in more important things."<|quote|>"Well, would you be very kind? Would you come round with me to the registry office? There s a housemaid who won t say yes but doesn t say no."</|quote|>On their way thither they too looked up at the | am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us." "Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers." "Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help you in more important things."<|quote|>"Well, would you be very kind? Would you come r... | for the rich or for the poor?" "Too difficult. Ask me another. Am I for poverty or for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!" "For riches!" echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at last secured her nut. "Yes. For riches. Money for ever!" "So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am ... | ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why sh... | we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands, and that most of the others are down below the surface of the sea. The poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape from those whom they love no longer. We rich can. Imagine the tragedy last June, if Hel... | her really, so there s no need for plans." "It s as well to be prepared." "No--it s as well not to be prepared." "Why?" "Because--" Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themsel... | want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the... | Howards End |
On their way thither they too looked up at the Wilcoxes flat. Evie was in the balcony, | No speaker | but doesn t say no."<|quote|>On their way thither they too looked up at the Wilcoxes flat. Evie was in the balcony,</|quote|>"staring most rudely," according to | who won t say yes but doesn t say no."<|quote|>On their way thither they too looked up at the Wilcoxes flat. Evie was in the balcony,</|quote|>"staring most rudely," according to Mrs. Munt. Oh yes, it | have done the flowers." "Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help you in more important things." "Well, would you be very kind? Would you come round with me to the registry office? There s a housemaid who won t say yes but doesn t say no."<|quote|>On their way thither they too looked up at the Wilcoxes flat. Evie... | as it were, at last secured her nut. "Yes. For riches. Money for ever!" "So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us." "Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers." "Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me... | "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a German she does dress charmingly. Oh!--" "What is it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?" "I had worked round to myself, as usual," answered Marga... | always reach those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape from those whom they love no longer. We rich can. Imagine the tragedy last June, if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously.... | from the obscure borderland. She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt hu... | that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we ... | Howards End |
"staring most rudely," | Aunt Juley | Evie was in the balcony,<|quote|>"staring most rudely,"</|quote|>according to Mrs. Munt. Oh | up at the Wilcoxes flat. Evie was in the balcony,<|quote|>"staring most rudely,"</|quote|>according to Mrs. Munt. Oh yes, it was a nuisance, | more important things." "Well, would you be very kind? Would you come round with me to the registry office? There s a housemaid who won t say yes but doesn t say no." On their way thither they too looked up at the Wilcoxes flat. Evie was in the balcony,<|quote|>"staring most rudely,"</|quote|>according to Mrs. Munt. Oh... | and so, I am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us." "Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers." "Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help you in more important things." "Well, would you be very kind? Would you come... | it?" "Helen was looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?" "I had worked round to myself, as usual," answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied. "Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the ... | they love no longer. We rich can. Imagine the tragedy last June, if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. "Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the ta... | who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame ... | poor, and think it shows a nice mind to ignore the piles of money that keep their feet above the waves. I stand each year upon six hundred pounds, and Helen upon the same, and Tibby will stand upon eight, and as fast as our pounds crumble away into the sea they are renewed--from the sea, yes, from the sea. And all our ... | Howards End |
according to Mrs. Munt. Oh yes, it was a nuisance, there was no doubt of it. Helen was proof against a passing encounter, but--Margaret began to lose confidence. Might it reawake the dying nerve if the family were living close against her eyes? And Frieda Mosebach was stopping with them for another fortnight, and Fried... | No speaker | the balcony, "staring most rudely,"<|quote|>according to Mrs. Munt. Oh yes, it was a nuisance, there was no doubt of it. Helen was proof against a passing encounter, but--Margaret began to lose confidence. Might it reawake the dying nerve if the family were living close against her eyes? And Frieda Mosebach was stoppin... | Wilcoxes flat. Evie was in the balcony, "staring most rudely,"<|quote|>according to Mrs. Munt. Oh yes, it was a nuisance, there was no doubt of it. Helen was proof against a passing encounter, but--Margaret began to lose confidence. Might it reawake the dying nerve if the family were living close against her eyes? And ... | "Well, would you be very kind? Would you come round with me to the registry office? There s a housemaid who won t say yes but doesn t say no." On their way thither they too looked up at the Wilcoxes flat. Evie was in the balcony, "staring most rudely,"<|quote|>according to Mrs. Munt. Oh yes, it was a nuisance, there wa... | am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us." "Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers." "Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help you in more important things." "Well, would you be very kind? Would you come round wit... | looking up at the Wilcoxes flat." "Why shouldn t she?" "I beg your pardon, I interrupted you. What was it you were saying about reality?" "I had worked round to myself, as usual," answered Margaret in tones that were suddenly preoccupied. "Do tell me this, at all events. Are you for the rich or for the poor?" "Too diff... | longer. We rich can. Imagine the tragedy last June, if Helen and Paul Wilcox had been poor people, and couldn t invoke railways and motor-cars to part them." "That s more like Socialism," said Mrs. Munt suspiciously. "Call it what you like. I call it going through life with one s hand spread open on the table. I m tire... | all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail. "Because I d sooner risk it," was her lame conclusion. "But... | the thoughts of six-hundred-pounders, and all our speeches; and because we don t want to steal umbrellas ourselves, we forget that below the sea people do want to steal them and do steal them sometimes, and that what s a joke up here is down there reality." "There they go--there goes Fraulein Mosebach. Really, for a Ge... | Howards End |
"Helen, you must tell me whether this thing worries you." | Margaret | about the matter to Helen.<|quote|>"Helen, you must tell me whether this thing worries you."</|quote|>"If what?" said Helen, who | rather matronly step of speaking about the matter to Helen.<|quote|>"Helen, you must tell me whether this thing worries you."</|quote|>"If what?" said Helen, who was washing her hands for | being rejected by genuine housemaids on the ground of her numerous stairs. Her failure depressed her, and though she forgot the failure, the depression remained. On her way home she again glanced up at the Wilcoxes flat, and took the rather matronly step of speaking about the matter to Helen.<|quote|>"Helen, you must t... | with all his defects and wrong-headedness, had been Literature, and had he lived, he would have persuaded his daughter rightly. The registry office was holding its morning reception. A string of carriages filled the street. Miss Schlegel waited her turn, and finally had to be content with an insidious "temporary," bein... | become true; just as the remark, "England and Germany are bound to fight," renders war a little more likely each time that it is made, and is therefore made the more readily by the gutter press of either nation. Have the private emotions also their gutter press? Margaret thought so, and feared that good Aunt Juley and ... | "Yes. For riches. Money for ever!" "So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us." "Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers." "Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help you in more important things." ... | that an independent income means. Last night, when we were talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we ... | t say no." On their way thither they too looked up at the Wilcoxes flat. Evie was in the balcony, "staring most rudely," according to Mrs. Munt. Oh yes, it was a nuisance, there was no doubt of it. Helen was proof against a passing encounter, but--Margaret began to lose confidence. Might it reawake the dying nerve if t... | Howards End |
"If what?" | Helen | whether this thing worries you."<|quote|>"If what?"</|quote|>said Helen, who was washing | "Helen, you must tell me whether this thing worries you."<|quote|>"If what?"</|quote|>said Helen, who was washing her hands for lunch. "The | numerous stairs. Her failure depressed her, and though she forgot the failure, the depression remained. On her way home she again glanced up at the Wilcoxes flat, and took the rather matronly step of speaking about the matter to Helen. "Helen, you must tell me whether this thing worries you."<|quote|>"If what?"</|quote... | had he lived, he would have persuaded his daughter rightly. The registry office was holding its morning reception. A string of carriages filled the street. Miss Schlegel waited her turn, and finally had to be content with an insidious "temporary," being rejected by genuine housemaids on the ground of her numerous stair... | bound to fight," renders war a little more likely each time that it is made, and is therefore made the more readily by the gutter press of either nation. Have the private emotions also their gutter press? Margaret thought so, and feared that good Aunt Juley and Frieda were typical specimens of it. They might, by contin... | so, I am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us." "Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers." "Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help you in more important things." "Well, would you be very kind? Would you come rou... | talking up here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on th... | you come round with me to the registry office? There s a housemaid who won t say yes but doesn t say no." On their way thither they too looked up at the Wilcoxes flat. Evie was in the balcony, "staring most rudely," according to Mrs. Munt. Oh yes, it was a nuisance, there was no doubt of it. Helen was proof against a p... | Howards End |
said Helen, who was washing her hands for lunch. | No speaker | thing worries you." "If what?"<|quote|>said Helen, who was washing her hands for lunch.</|quote|>"The Ws coming." "No, of | must tell me whether this thing worries you." "If what?"<|quote|>said Helen, who was washing her hands for lunch.</|quote|>"The Ws coming." "No, of course not." "Really?" "Really." Then | Her failure depressed her, and though she forgot the failure, the depression remained. On her way home she again glanced up at the Wilcoxes flat, and took the rather matronly step of speaking about the matter to Helen. "Helen, you must tell me whether this thing worries you." "If what?"<|quote|>said Helen, who was wash... | lived, he would have persuaded his daughter rightly. The registry office was holding its morning reception. A string of carriages filled the street. Miss Schlegel waited her turn, and finally had to be content with an insidious "temporary," being rejected by genuine housemaids on the ground of her numerous stairs. Her ... | fight," renders war a little more likely each time that it is made, and is therefore made the more readily by the gutter press of either nation. Have the private emotions also their gutter press? Margaret thought so, and feared that good Aunt Juley and Frieda were typical specimens of it. They might, by continual chatt... | am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us." "Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers." "Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help you in more important things." "Well, would you be very kind? Would you come round wit... | here round the fire, I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love, but the absence of coin." "I call that rather cynical." "So do I. But Helen and I, we ought to remember, when we are tempted to criticise others, that we are standing on these islands... | housemaid who won t say yes but doesn t say no." On their way thither they too looked up at the Wilcoxes flat. Evie was in the balcony, "staring most rudely," according to Mrs. Munt. Oh yes, it was a nuisance, there was no doubt of it. Helen was proof against a passing encounter, but--Margaret began to lose confidence.... | Howards End |
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