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"Then I will stay. I m enjoying this." | Margaret | interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite."<|quote|>"Then I will stay. I m enjoying this."</|quote|>Dolly s photograph was now | certain that I m not interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite."<|quote|>"Then I will stay. I m enjoying this."</|quote|>Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For | best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after Christmas, but they were very nice about it. There is Dolly s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite certain that I m not interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite."<|quote|>"Then I will stay. I m enjoying t... | to golf. Dolly plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The ... | felt mildly interested in the fortunes of the Wilcox family. She had acquired the habit on Helen s account, and it still clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expr... | a little longer--I am taking a day in bed. Now and then I do." "I thought of you as one of the early risers." "At Howards End--yes; there is nothing to get up for in London." "Nothing to get up for?" cried the scandalised Margaret. "When there are all the autumn exhibitions, and Ysaye playing in the afternoon! Not to m... | "I have been rude to you; and my sister is not even at home, so there was not even that excuse." "Indeed?" "She has just gone to Germany." "She gone as well," murmured the other. "Yes, certainly, it is quite safe--safe, absolutely, now." "You ve been worrying too!" exclaimed Margaret, getting more and more excited, and... | people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these were the "chinless sunburnt men" whom Helen had espied one afternoon through the window. Margaret felt mildly interested in the fortunes of the Wilcox family. She had acquired the habit on... | Howards End |
Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to ... | No speaker | stay. I m enjoying this."<|quote|>Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pr... | "Yes, quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this."<|quote|>Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a ... | of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after Christmas, but they were very nice about it. There is Dolly s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite certain that I m not interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this."<|quote|>Dolly s photograph was now ex... | believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after C... | Wilcox family. She had acquired the habit on Helen s account, and it still clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, ... | bed. Now and then I do." "I thought of you as one of the early risers." "At Howards End--yes; there is nothing to get up for in London." "Nothing to get up for?" cried the scandalised Margaret. "When there are all the autumn exhibitions, and Ysaye playing in the afternoon! Not to mention people." "The truth is, I am a ... | sister is not even at home, so there was not even that excuse." "Indeed?" "She has just gone to Germany." "She gone as well," murmured the other. "Yes, certainly, it is quite safe--safe, absolutely, now." "You ve been worrying too!" exclaimed Margaret, getting more and more excited, and taking a chair without invitatio... | and arranged things. Did Paul tell you?" "There is nothing to be gained by discussing that," said Mrs. Wilcox after a moment s pause. "Mrs. Wilcox, were you very angry with us last June? I wrote you a letter and you didn t answer it." "I was certainly against taking Mrs. Matheson s flat. I knew it was opposite your hou... | Howards End |
"They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." | Mrs. Wilcox | that they would be happy.<|quote|>"They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon."</|quote|>"Lucky people!" "I can hardly | She found time to hope that they would be happy.<|quote|>"They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon."</|quote|>"Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn | triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy.<|quote|>"They have gone to Nap... | interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this." Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often pr... | club, and are both devoted to golf. Dolly plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of ... | elder son, is married." "Indeed!" "We took the flat chiefly on that account, and also that Paul could get his African outfit. The flat belongs to a cousin of my husband s, and she most kindly offered it to us. So before the day came we were able to make the acquaintance of Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Ma... | Mrs. Wilcox, smiling, and a little losing her expression of annoyance. "I think you put it best in your letter--it was an instinct, which may be wrong." "It wasn t that your son still--" "Oh no; he often--my Paul is very young, you see." "Then what was it?" She repeated: "An instinct which may be wrong." "In other word... | and it still clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it ... | Howards End |
"Lucky people!" | Margaret | to Naples for their honeymoon."<|quote|>"Lucky people!"</|quote|>"I can hardly imagine Charles | be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon."<|quote|>"Lucky people!"</|quote|>"I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn t he | a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon."<|quote|>"Lucky people!"</|quote|>... | stay. I m enjoying this." Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. Fr... | plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would ... | flat chiefly on that account, and also that Paul could get his African outfit. The flat belongs to a cousin of my husband s, and she most kindly offered it to us. So before the day came we were able to make the acquaintance of Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell.... | expression of annoyance. "I think you put it best in your letter--it was an instinct, which may be wrong." "It wasn t that your son still--" "Oh no; he often--my Paul is very young, you see." "Then what was it?" She repeated: "An instinct which may be wrong." "In other words, they belong to types that can fall in love,... | we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these were the "chinless sunburnt men" whom Helen had espied one afternoon through the window. Margaret felt mildly interested in the fortunes of... | Howards End |
"I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." | Mrs. Wilcox | for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!"<|quote|>"I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy."</|quote|>"Doesn t he care for | "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!"<|quote|>"I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy."</|quote|>"Doesn t he care for travelling?" "He likes travel, but | man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!"<|quote|>"I can hardly imag... | m enjoying this." Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her M... | too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have prefer... | on that account, and also that Paul could get his African outfit. The flat belongs to a cousin of my husband s, and she most kindly offered it to us. So before the day came we were able to make the acquaintance of Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father i... | annoyance. "I think you put it best in your letter--it was an instinct, which may be wrong." "It wasn t that your son still--" "Oh no; he often--my Paul is very young, you see." "Then what was it?" She repeated: "An instinct which may be wrong." "In other words, they belong to types that can fall in love, but couldn t ... | who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these were the "chinless sunburnt men" whom Helen had espied one afternoon through the window. Margaret felt mildly interested in the fortunes of the Wilcox family. She had acquired ... | Howards End |
"Doesn t he care for travelling?" | Margaret | hardly imagine Charles in Italy."<|quote|>"Doesn t he care for travelling?"</|quote|>"He likes travel, but he | honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy."<|quote|>"Doesn t he care for travelling?"</|quote|>"He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. | Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy."<|quote|>"Doesn t he ... | now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features... | and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after Christmas, but they we... | could get his African outfit. The flat belongs to a cousin of my husband s, and she most kindly offered it to us. So before the day came we were able to make the acquaintance of Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the b... | in your letter--it was an instinct, which may be wrong." "It wasn t that your son still--" "Oh no; he often--my Paul is very young, you see." "Then what was it?" She repeated: "An instinct which may be wrong." "In other words, they belong to types that can fall in love, but couldn t live together. That s dreadfully pro... | get up for in London." "Nothing to get up for?" cried the scandalised Margaret. "When there are all the autumn exhibitions, and Ysaye playing in the afternoon! Not to mention people." "The truth is, I am a little tired. First came the wedding, and then Paul went off, and, instead of resting yesterday, I paid a round of... | Howards End |
"He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." | Mrs. Wilcox | t he care for travelling?"<|quote|>"He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at How... | imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn t he care for travelling?"<|quote|>"He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for ... | prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn t he care for travelling?"<|quote|>"He likes travel, but... | dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculat... | mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after Christmas, but they were very nice about it. T... | flat belongs to a cousin of my husband s, and she most kindly offered it to us. So before the day came we were able to make the acquaintance of Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother ... | which may be wrong." "It wasn t that your son still--" "Oh no; he often--my Paul is very young, you see." "Then what was it?" She repeated: "An instinct which may be wrong." "In other words, they belong to types that can fall in love, but couldn t live together. That s dreadfully probable. I m afraid that in nine cases... | Mrs. Wilcox, moving with uneasiness beneath the clothes. "I always sound uncertain over things. It is my way of speaking." "That s all right, and I m sure, too." Here the maid came in to remove the breakfast-tray. They were interrupted, and when they resumed conversation it was on more normal lines. "I must say good-by... | Howards End |
"I suppose you have a garage there?" | Margaret | being stored at Howards End."<|quote|>"I suppose you have a garage there?"</|quote|>"Yes. My husband built a | which for the present is being stored at Howards End."<|quote|>"I suppose you have a garage there?"</|quote|>"Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, | through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End."<|quote|>"I suppose you have a garage there?"</|quote|>"Yes... | that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn t he care for travelling?" "He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most i... | very nice about it. There is Dolly s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite certain that I m not interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this." Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had ... | in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these were the "chinless sunburnt men" whom Helen had espied one afternoon through the window. Margaret felt mildly interested in the fortunes of the Wilcox family. She had acquired the habit on Helen s account, and it still clung to her. She asked for more information about... | that in nine cases out of ten Nature pulls one way and human nature another." "These are indeed other words," said Mrs. Wilcox. "I had nothing so coherent in my head. I was merely alarmed when I knew that my boy cared for your sister." "Ah, I have always been wanting to ask you. How DID you know? Helen was so surprised... | stop a little longer--I am taking a day in bed. Now and then I do." "I thought of you as one of the early risers." "At Howards End--yes; there is nothing to get up for in London." "Nothing to get up for?" cried the scandalised Margaret. "When there are all the autumn exhibitions, and Ysaye playing in the afternoon! Not... | Howards End |
"Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." | Mrs. Wilcox | you have a garage there?"<|quote|>"Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony."</|quote|>The last words had an | at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?"<|quote|>"Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony."</|quote|>The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where | is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?"<|quote|>"Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to ... | God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn t he care for travelling?" "He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I thin... | s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite certain that I m not interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this." Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." D... | So perhaps these were the "chinless sunburnt men" whom Helen had espied one afternoon through the window. Margaret felt mildly interested in the fortunes of the Wilcox family. She had acquired the habit on Helen s account, and it still clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and ... | Nature pulls one way and human nature another." "These are indeed other words," said Mrs. Wilcox. "I had nothing so coherent in my head. I was merely alarmed when I knew that my boy cared for your sister." "Ah, I have always been wanting to ask you. How DID you know? Helen was so surprised when our aunt drove up, and y... | unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They belong to t... | Howards End |
The last words had an indescribable ring about them. | No speaker | the paddock for the pony."<|quote|>The last words had an indescribable ring about them.</|quote|>"Where s the pony gone?" | in what used to be the paddock for the pony."<|quote|>The last words had an indescribable ring about them.</|quote|>"Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. | wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony."<|quote|>The last words had an indescribable ring about them... | t he care for travelling?" "He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End... | examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features pre... | the habit on Helen s account, and it still clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and ... | that my boy cared for your sister." "Ah, I have always been wanting to ask you. How DID you know? Helen was so surprised when our aunt drove up, and you stepped forward and arranged things. Did Paul tell you?" "There is nothing to be gained by discussing that," said Mrs. Wilcox after a moment s pause. "Mrs. Wilcox, wer... | quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They belong to the same club, and are both devoted to golf. Dolly plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on ... | Howards End |
"Where s the pony gone?" | Margaret | an indescribable ring about them.<|quote|>"Where s the pony gone?"</|quote|>asked Margaret after a pause. | pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them.<|quote|>"Where s the pony gone?"</|quote|>asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever | at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them.<|quote|>"Where s the pony gone?"</|quote|>asked Margaret afte... | he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My ... | Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that h... | clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--wh... | have always been wanting to ask you. How DID you know? Helen was so surprised when our aunt drove up, and you stepped forward and arranged things. Did Paul tell you?" "There is nothing to be gained by discussing that," said Mrs. Wilcox after a moment s pause. "Mrs. Wilcox, were you very angry with us last June? I wrote... | the wedding, and then Paul went off, and, instead of resting yesterday, I paid a round of calls." "A wedding?" "Yes; Charles, my elder son, is married." "Indeed!" "We took the flat chiefly on that account, and also that Paul could get his African outfit. The flat belongs to a cousin of my husband s, and she most kindly... | Howards End |
asked Margaret after a pause. | No speaker | "Where s the pony gone?"<|quote|>asked Margaret after a pause.</|quote|>"The pony? Oh, dead, ever | an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?"<|quote|>asked Margaret after a pause.</|quote|>"The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm | you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?"<|quote|>asked Margaret after a pause.</|quote|>"The pony? Oh, de... | so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only... | she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till G... | for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards E... | ask you. How DID you know? Helen was so surprised when our aunt drove up, and you stepped forward and arranged things. Did Paul tell you?" "There is nothing to be gained by discussing that," said Mrs. Wilcox after a moment s pause. "Mrs. Wilcox, were you very angry with us last June? I wrote you a letter and you didn t... | Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these were the "chinless sunburnt men" whom Helen had espied one afternoon through the window. Margaret felt mildly interested in the fortunes of the Wilcox family. Sh... | Howards End |
"The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." | Mrs. Wilcox | asked Margaret after a pause.<|quote|>"The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago."</|quote|>"The wych-elm I remember. Helen | "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause.<|quote|>"The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago."</|quote|>"The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a | "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause.<|quote|>"The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago."</|quote|>"Th... | is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west... | that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found ti... | Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell ... | know? Helen was so surprised when our aunt drove up, and you stepped forward and arranged things. Did Paul tell you?" "There is nothing to be gained by discussing that," said Mrs. Wilcox after a moment s pause. "Mrs. Wilcox, were you very angry with us last June? I wrote you a letter and you didn t answer it." "I was c... | quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this." Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. Sh... | Howards End |
"The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." | Margaret | dead, ever so long ago."<|quote|>"The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree."</|quote|>"It is the finest wych-elm | a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago."<|quote|>"The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree."</|quote|>"It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister | last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago."<|quote|>"The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very... | think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wy... | and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They hav... | in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They be... | drove up, and you stepped forward and arranged things. Did Paul tell you?" "There is nothing to be gained by discussing that," said Mrs. Wilcox after a moment s pause. "Mrs. Wilcox, were you very angry with us last June? I wrote you a letter and you didn t answer it." "I was certainly against taking Mrs. Matheson s fla... | settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She ... | Howards End |
"It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" | Mrs. Wilcox | as a very splendid tree."<|quote|>"It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?"</|quote|>"No." "Oh, it might interest | remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree."<|quote|>"It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?"</|quote|>"No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth | in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree."<|quote|>"It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did... | so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last wor... | a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly ima... | little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They belong to the same club, and are both devoted to golf. Dolly plays golf too, though ... | "There is nothing to be gained by discussing that," said Mrs. Wilcox after a moment s pause. "Mrs. Wilcox, were you very angry with us last June? I wrote you a letter and you didn t answer it." "I was certainly against taking Mrs. Matheson s flat. I knew it was opposite your house." "But it s all right now?" "I think s... | small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They belong to the same club, and are both devoted to golf. Dolly plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are ... | Howards End |
"No." | Margaret | tell you about the teeth?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Oh, it might interest you. | in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck | indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Oh, it might... | present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margar... | prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn t he care for travelling?" "He likes travel, but he does... | and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They belong to the same club, and are both devoted to golf. Dolly plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very m... | s pause. "Mrs. Wilcox, were you very angry with us last June? I wrote you a letter and you didn t answer it." "I was certainly against taking Mrs. Matheson s flat. I knew it was opposite your house." "But it s all right now?" "I think so." "You only think? You aren t sure? I do love these little muddles tidied up?" "Oh... | still clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quicken... | Howards End |
"Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." | Mrs. Wilcox | you about the teeth?" "No."<|quote|>"Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to ... | Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No."<|quote|>"Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost ... | ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No."<|quote|>"Oh, it might interest you. There ar... | is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after... | opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn t he care for travelling?" "He likes travel, but he does see throu... | equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They belong to the same club, and are both devoted to golf. Dolly plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much ... | pause. "Mrs. Wilcox, were you very angry with us last June? I wrote you a letter and you didn t answer it." "I was certainly against taking Mrs. Matheson s flat. I knew it was opposite your house." "But it s all right now?" "I think so." "You only think? You aren t sure? I do love these little muddles tidied up?" "Oh y... | in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They be... | Howards End |
"I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." | Margaret | one comes to the tree."<|quote|>"I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions."</|quote|>"Do you think that the | grown over now, and no one comes to the tree."<|quote|>"I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions."</|quote|>"Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, | teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree."<|quote|>"I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions."... | asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet... | so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only... | much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after Christmas, but they were very nice about it. There is Dolly s photograph--in that double fra... | little muddles tidied up?" "Oh yes, I m sure," said Mrs. Wilcox, moving with uneasiness beneath the clothes. "I always sound uncertain over things. It is my way of speaking." "That s all right, and I m sure, too." Here the maid came in to remove the breakfast-tray. They were interrupted, and when they resumed conversat... | suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They belong to the same club, and are both devoted to golf. Dolly plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they... | Howards End |
"Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" | Mrs. Wilcox | folklore and all festering superstitions."<|quote|>"Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?"</|quote|>"Of course it did. It | tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions."<|quote|>"Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?"</|quote|>"Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I | the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions."<|quote|>"Do you think that the tree really did cure toot... | ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in lo... | in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, n... | few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after Christmas, but they were very nice about it. There is Dolly s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite certain that I m not interr... | said Mrs. Wilcox, moving with uneasiness beneath the clothes. "I always sound uncertain over things. It is my way of speaking." "That s all right, and I m sure, too." Here the maid came in to remove the breakfast-tray. They were interrupted, and when they resumed conversation it was on more normal lines. "I must say go... | robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagi... | Howards End |
"Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." | Margaret | if one believed in it?"<|quote|>"Of course it did. It would cure anything--once."</|quote|>"Certainly I remember cases--you see | tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?"<|quote|>"Of course it did. It would cure anything--once."</|quote|>"Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End | they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?"<|quote|>"Of course it did. It would cure anything--on... | splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cur... | not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The... | man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after Christmas, but they were very nice about it. There is Dolly s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite certain that I m not interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this." Dolly s... | It is my way of speaking." "That s all right, and I m sure, too." Here the maid came in to remove the breakfast-tray. They were interrupted, and when they resumed conversation it was on more normal lines. "I must say good-bye now--you will be getting up." "No--please stop a little longer--I am taking a day in bed. Now ... | is Dolly s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite certain that I m not interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this." Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should ca... | Howards End |
"Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." | Mrs. Wilcox | did. It would cure anything--once."<|quote|>"Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there."</|quote|>The conversation again shifted. At | in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once."<|quote|>"Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there."</|quote|>The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little | will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once."<|quote|>"Certainly I remember cases--... | Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown ov... | a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about ... | having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after Christmas, but they were very nice about it. There is Dolly s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite certain that I m not interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this." Dolly s photograph was now examined. It ... | all right, and I m sure, too." Here the maid came in to remove the breakfast-tray. They were interrupted, and when they resumed conversation it was on more normal lines. "I must say good-bye now--you will be getting up." "No--please stop a little longer--I am taking a day in bed. Now and then I do." "I thought of you a... | Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn t he care for travelling?" "He l... | Howards End |
The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wi... | No speaker | it. I was born there."<|quote|>The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Nap... | long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there."<|quote|>The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieti... | love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there."<|quote|>The conversation a... | the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the t... | garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The ... | is Dolly s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite certain that I m not interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this." Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should ca... | they resumed conversation it was on more normal lines. "I must say good-bye now--you will be getting up." "No--please stop a little longer--I am taking a day in bed. Now and then I do." "I thought of you as one of the early risers." "At Howards End--yes; there is nothing to get up for in London." "Nothing to get up for... | were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after Christmas, but they were very nice about it. There is Dolly s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite... | Howards End |
"Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." | Mrs. Wilcox | curious note was struck again.<|quote|>"Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up."</|quote|>"I m so glad!" "I--I | Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again.<|quote|>"Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up."</|quote|>"I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think | grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again.<|quote|>"... | hostess explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played wit... | that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--on... | Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn t he care for travelling?" "He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His fath... | "Indeed!" "We took the flat chiefly on that account, and also that Paul could get his African outfit. The flat belongs to a cousin of my husband s, and she most kindly offered it to us. So before the day came we were able to make the acquaintance of Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s... | enjoying this." Dolly s photograph was now examined. It was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Mar... | Howards End |
"I m so glad!" | Margaret | You have cheered me up."<|quote|>"I m so glad!"</|quote|>"I--I wonder whether you ever | good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up."<|quote|>"I m so glad!"</|quote|>"I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think | apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up."<|quote|>"I m ... | too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was p... | toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at How... | "Doesn t he care for travelling?" "He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howa... | could get his African outfit. The flat belongs to a cousin of my husband s, and she most kindly offered it to us. So before the day came we were able to make the acquaintance of Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the b... | made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after Christmas, but they were very nice about it. There is Dolly s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite certain that I m not interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this." Dolly s photograph... | Howards End |
"I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" | Mrs. Wilcox | up." "I m so glad!"<|quote|>"I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?"</|quote|>"I think of nothing else," | coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!"<|quote|>"I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?"</|quote|>"I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting | her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!"<|quote|>"I--I wonder whether... | was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finge... | almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long befor... | for travelling?" "He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I supp... | outfit. The flat belongs to a cousin of my husband s, and she most kindly offered it to us. So before the day came we were able to make the acquaintance of Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army.... | passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn t he care for travelli... | Howards End |
"I think of nothing else," | Margaret | you ever think about yourself?"<|quote|>"I think of nothing else,"</|quote|>said Margaret, blushing, but letting | so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?"<|quote|>"I think of nothing else,"</|quote|>said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that | she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?"<|quote|>"I think of noth... | anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said ... | to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there."... | see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband ... | my husband s, and she most kindly offered it to us. So before the day came we were able to make the acquaintance of Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these w... | as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two to... | Howards End |
said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. | No speaker | "I think of nothing else,"<|quote|>said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid.</|quote|>"I wonder. I wondered at | you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else,"<|quote|>said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid.</|quote|>"I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I | all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else,"<|quote|>said Margaret, blu... | of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the hou... | I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again s... | he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last mon... | most kindly offered it to us. So before the day came we were able to make the acquaintance of Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these were the "chinless sunb... | man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after Christmas, but they were very nice about it. There is Dolly s photograph--in that double frame." "Are you quite certain that I m not interrupting, Mrs. Wilcox?" "Yes, quite." "Then I will stay. I m enjoying this." Dolly s... | Howards End |
"I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." | Mrs. Wilcox | in that of the invalid.<|quote|>"I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg."</|quote|>"I M sure!" "I almost | but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid.<|quote|>"I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg."</|quote|>"I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for | Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid.<|quote|>"I wonder. I wond... | Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the... | really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was intere... | would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in ... | able to make the acquaintance of Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these were the "chinless sunburnt men" whom Helen had espied one afternoon through the win... | him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring ab... | Howards End |
"I M sure!" | Margaret | wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg."<|quote|>"I M sure!"</|quote|>"I almost think--" "Yes?" asked | that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg."<|quote|>"I M sure!"</|quote|>"I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a | again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg."<|quote|>"I M sure!"<... | She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good... | believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained th... | the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock fo... | Dolly s people, which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these were the "chinless sunburnt men" whom Helen had espied one afternoon through the window. Margaret felt mildly interes... | "He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a ga... | Howards End |
"I almost think--" | Mrs. Wilcox | at Heidelberg." "I M sure!"<|quote|>"I almost think--"</|quote|>"Yes?" asked Margaret, for there | invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!"<|quote|>"I almost think--"</|quote|>"Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause | Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!"<|quote|>"I almost think--"</|qu... | played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, g... | "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End wa... | not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The... | which we had not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these were the "chinless sunburnt men" whom Helen had espied one afternoon through the window. Margaret felt mildly interested in the fortu... | as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, i... | Howards End |
"Yes?" | Margaret | M sure!" "I almost think--"<|quote|>"Yes?"</|quote|>asked Margaret, for there was | I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--"<|quote|>"Yes?"</|quote|>asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that | you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--"<|quote|>"Yes?"</|quote|>asked Margaret... | photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank y... | did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own prop... | abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words ... | not yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these were the "chinless sunburnt men" whom Helen had espied one afternoon through the window. Margaret felt mildly interested in the fortunes of the Wi... | in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howard... | Howards End |
asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. | No speaker | sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?"<|quote|>asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows.</|quote|>"I almost think you forget | wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?"<|quote|>asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows.</|quote|>"I almost think ... | for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?"<|quote|>asked Margaret, for there w... | frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for comi... | It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property.... | His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indes... | yet done." Margaret asked who Dolly s people were. "Fussell. The father is in the Indian army--retired; the brother is in the army. The mother is dead." So perhaps these were the "chinless sunburnt men" whom Helen had espied one afternoon through the window. Margaret felt mildly interested in the fortunes of the Wilcox... | God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honeymoon." "Lucky people!" "I can hardly imagine Charles in Italy." "Doesn t he care for travelling?" "He likes travel, but he does see through foreigners so. What he enjoys most is a motor tour in England, and I thin... | Howards End |
"I almost think you forget you re a girl." | Mrs. Wilcox | of shifting and eternal shadows.<|quote|>"I almost think you forget you re a girl."</|quote|>Margaret was startled and a | from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows.<|quote|>"I almost think you forget you re a girl."</|quote|>Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," | wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows.<|quote|>"I almost think you forge... | note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M... | was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew... | of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the fine... | afternoon through the window. Margaret felt mildly interested in the fortunes of the Wilcox family. She had acquired the habit on Helen s account, and it still clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet a... | seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. ... | Howards End |
Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. | No speaker | forget you re a girl."<|quote|>Margaret was startled and a little annoyed.</|quote|>"I m twenty-nine," she remarked. | shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl."<|quote|>Margaret was startled and a little annoyed.</|quote|>"I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly | "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl."<|quote|>Margaret was startled and a little ann... | you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a... | was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it,... | what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your siste... | the fortunes of the Wilcox family. She had acquired the habit on Helen s account, and it still clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that ... | had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. ... | Howards End |
"I m twenty-nine," | Margaret | startled and a little annoyed.<|quote|>"I m twenty-nine,"</|quote|>she remarked. "That s not | re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed.<|quote|>"I m twenty-nine,"</|quote|>she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox | long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed.<|quote|>"I m twenty-nine,"</|quote|>she r... | up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was someho... | when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, ... | the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No... | had acquired the habit on Helen s account, and it still clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all ... | At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring... | Howards End |
she remarked. | No speaker | little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"That s not so wildly | Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What | that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"That s not... | so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to ... | an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cu... | last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it migh... | habit on Helen s account, and it still clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equa... | explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the ph... | Howards End |
"That s not so wildly girlish." | Margaret | "I m twenty-nine," she remarked.<|quote|>"That s not so wildly girlish."</|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes | startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked.<|quote|>"That s not so wildly girlish."</|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you | somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked.<|quote|>"That s not so wildly girlish... | "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicke... | was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finge... | had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest ... | Helen s account, and it still clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. ... | it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards E... | Howards End |
Mrs. Wilcox smiled. | No speaker | s not so wildly girlish."<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox smiled.</|quote|>"What makes you say that? | m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish."<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox smiled.</|quote|>"What makes you say that? Do you mean that I | the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish."<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox smiled.</|quote|... | about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the rea... | of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finall... | "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into t... | clung to her. She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--wh... | as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, i... | Howards End |
"What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" | Margaret | wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled.<|quote|>"What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?"</|quote|>A shake of the head. | remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled.<|quote|>"What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?"</|quote|>A shake of the head. "I only meant that I | quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled.<|quote|>"What makes you say th... | think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their... | of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must b... | pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, abo... | She asked for more information about Miss Dolly Fussell that was, and was given it in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of... | me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they ... | Howards End |
A shake of the head. | No speaker | have been gauche and rude?"<|quote|>A shake of the head.</|quote|>"I only meant that I | Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?"<|quote|>A shake of the head.</|quote|>"I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to | of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?"<|quote|>A shake of the head.</|quote|>"I o... | the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almo... | in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-ma... | "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they th... | in even, unemotional tones. Mrs. Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They be... | the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housek... | Howards End |
"I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." | Mrs. Wilcox | A shake of the head.<|quote|>"I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly."</|quote|>"Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. | have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head.<|quote|>"I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly."</|quote|>"Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than | "I almost think you forget you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head.<|quote|>"I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to... | wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re... | bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was s... | spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of... | Wilcox s voice, though sweet and compelling, had little range of expression. It suggested that pictures, concerts, and people are all of small and equal value. Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They belong to the same club, and are bo... | of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the b... | Howards End |
"Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her." | Margaret | I cannot put things clearly."<|quote|>"Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her."</|quote|>"Yes. You have got it. | in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly."<|quote|>"Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her."</|quote|>"Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word." "Inexperience," | girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly."<|quote|>"Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, yo... | of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes y... | and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I thin... | might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and al... | Only once had it quickened--when speaking of Howards End. "Charles and Albert Fussell have known one another some time. They belong to the same club, and are both devoted to golf. Dolly plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They... | pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder w... | Howards End |
"Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word." | Mrs. Wilcox | I presume to advise her."<|quote|>"Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word."</|quote|>"Inexperience," repeated Margaret, in serious | Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her."<|quote|>"Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word."</|quote|>"Inexperience," repeated Margaret, in serious yet buoyant tones. "Of course, | shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her."<|quote|>"Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word."</|quote|>"Ine... | shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am ... | riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder.... | put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of cour... | belong to the same club, and are both devoted to golf. Dolly plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he mad... | is a motor tour in England, and I think that would have carried the day if the weather had not been so abominable. His father gave him a car for a wedding present, which for the present is being stored at Howards End." "I suppose you have a garage there?" "Yes. My husband built a little one only last month, to the west... | Howards End |
"Inexperience," | Margaret | it. Inexperience is the word."<|quote|>"Inexperience,"</|quote|>repeated Margaret, in serious yet | her." "Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word."<|quote|>"Inexperience,"</|quote|>repeated Margaret, in serious yet buoyant tones. "Of course, I | am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her." "Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word."<|quote|>"Inexperience,"</|quote|>repeated Margaret, in seriou... | you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in som... | Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" ... | if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." ... | to golf. Dolly plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The ... | did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own prop... | Howards End |
repeated Margaret, in serious yet buoyant tones. | No speaker | Inexperience is the word." "Inexperience,"<|quote|>repeated Margaret, in serious yet buoyant tones.</|quote|>"Of course, I have everything | "Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word." "Inexperience,"<|quote|>repeated Margaret, in serious yet buoyant tones.</|quote|>"Of course, I have everything to learn--absolutely everything--just as much | fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her." "Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word." "Inexperience,"<|quote|>repeated Margaret, in serious yet buoyan... | re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some bo... | Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked... | they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Ce... | golf. Dolly plays golf too, though I believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fus... | after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is the finest wych-elm in Hertfordshire. Did your sister tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the groun... | Howards End |
"Of course, I have everything to learn--absolutely everything--just as much as Helen. Life s very difficult and full of surprises. At all events, I ve got as far as that. To be humble and kind, to go straight ahead, to love people rather than pity them, to remember the submerged--well, one can t do all these things at ... | Margaret | in serious yet buoyant tones.<|quote|>"Of course, I have everything to learn--absolutely everything--just as much as Helen. Life s very difficult and full of surprises. At all events, I ve got as far as that. To be humble and kind, to go straight ahead, to love people rather than pity them, to remember the submerged--w... | the word." "Inexperience," repeated Margaret, in serious yet buoyant tones.<|quote|>"Of course, I have everything to learn--absolutely everything--just as much as Helen. Life s very difficult and full of surprises. At all events, I ve got as far as that. To be humble and kind, to go straight ahead, to love people rathe... | you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her." "Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word." "Inexperience," repeated Margaret, in serious yet buoyant tones.<|quote|>"Of course, I have everyt... | a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clear... | have cheered me up." "I m so glad!" "I--I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause... | it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and all festering superstitions." "Do you think that the tree really did cure toothache, if one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you s... | believe not so well; and they first met in a mixed foursome. We all like her, and are very much pleased. They were married on the 11th, a few days before Paul sailed. Charles was very anxious to have his brother as best man, so he made a great point of having it on the 11th. The Fussells would have preferred it after C... | the west of the house, not far from the wych-elm, in what used to be the paddock for the pony." The last words had an indescribable ring about them. "Where s the pony gone?" asked Margaret after a pause. "The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago." "The wych-elm I remember. Helen spoke of it as a very splendid tree." "It is... | Howards End |
"Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly," | Mrs. Wilcox | me, I ve started preaching!"<|quote|>"Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her | have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!"<|quote|>"Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows. | at once, worse luck, because they re so contradictory. It s then that proportion comes in--to live by proportion. Don t BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!"<|quote|>"Indeed, you put... | everything--just as much as Helen. Life s very difficult and full of surprises. At all events, I ve got as far as that. To be humble and kind, to go straight ahead, to love people rather than pity them, to remember the submerged--well, one can t do all these things at once, worse luck, because they re so contradictory.... | remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m ... | account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut h... | was signed "For dear Mims," which Mrs. Wilcox interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposi... | It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property.... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows. | No speaker | the difficulties of life splendidly,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows.</|quote|>"It is just what I | started preaching!" "Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows.</|quote|>"It is just what I should have liked to say | contradictory. It s then that proportion comes in--to live by proportion. Don t BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!" "Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly,"<|quote|>s... | difficult and full of surprises. At all events, I ve got as far as that. To be humble and kind, to go straight ahead, to love people rather than pity them, to remember the submerged--well, one can t do all these things at once, worse luck, because they re so contradictory. It s then that proportion comes in--to live by... | Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presu... | the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally s... | interpreted as "the name she and Charles had settled that she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had draw... | might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the tree." "I should. I love folklore and al... | Howards End |
"It is just what I should have liked to say about them myself." | Mrs. Wilcox | hand into the deeper shadows.<|quote|>"It is just what I should have liked to say about them myself."</|quote|>CHAPTER IX Mrs. Wilcox cannot | said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows.<|quote|>"It is just what I should have liked to say about them myself."</|quote|>CHAPTER IX Mrs. Wilcox cannot be accused of giving Margaret | proportion. Don t BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!" "Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly," said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows.<|quote|... | got as far as that. To be humble and kind, to go straight ahead, to love people rather than pity them, to remember the submerged--well, one can t do all these things at once, worse luck, because they re so contradictory. It s then that proportion comes in--to live by proportion. Don t BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs ... | that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her." "Yes. You have got it. Inexperienc... | Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and... | she should call me." Dolly looked silly, and had one of those triangular faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to... | tell you about the teeth?" "No." "Oh, it might interest you. There are pigs teeth stuck into the trunk, about four feet from the ground. The country people put them in long ago, and they think that if they chew a piece of the bark, it will cure the toothache. The teeth are almost grown over now, and no one comes to the... | Howards End |
CHAPTER IX Mrs. Wilcox cannot be accused of giving Margaret much information about life. And Margaret, on the other hand, has made a fair show of modesty, and has pretended to an inexperience that she certainly did not feel. She had kept house for over ten years; she had entertained, almost with distinction; she had br... | No speaker | to say about them myself."<|quote|>CHAPTER IX Mrs. Wilcox cannot be accused of giving Margaret much information about life. And Margaret, on the other hand, has made a fair show of modesty, and has pretended to an inexperience that she certainly did not feel. She had kept house for over ten years; she had entertained, ... | what I should have liked to say about them myself."<|quote|>CHAPTER IX Mrs. Wilcox cannot be accused of giving Margaret much information about life. And Margaret, on the other hand, has made a fair show of modesty, and has pretended to an inexperience that she certainly did not feel. She had kept house for over ten yea... | in as a last resource, when the better things have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!" "Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly," said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows. "It is just what I should have liked to say about them myself."<|quote|>CHAPTER IX Mrs. ... | ahead, to love people rather than pity them, to remember the submerged--well, one can t do all these things at once, worse luck, because they re so contradictory. It s then that proportion comes in--to live by proportion. Don t BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when t... | only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her." "Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word." "Inexperience," repeated Margaret, in serio... | being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was struck... | faces that so often prove attractive to a robust man. She was very pretty. From her Margaret passed to Charles, whose features prevailed opposite. She speculated on the forces that had drawn the two together till God parted them. She found time to hope that they would be happy. "They have gone to Naples for their honey... | the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? ... | Howards End |
"I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." | Mrs. Wilcox | answer. The question was repeated:<|quote|>"I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now."</|quote|>Margaret checked herself and said, | occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated:<|quote|>"I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now."</|quote|>Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard | hay, a flower. Twice she deplored the weather, twice criticised the train service on the Great Northern Railway. They vigorously assented, and rushed on, and when she inquired whether there was any news of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated:<|quote|>"I h... | in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and whose age was half her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and withered her delicate imaginings; it was the social counterpart of a motor-car, all jerks, and she was a wisp of hay, a flower. Twice she deplored the weather, twice c... | two delightful people" who had been asked to meet her, and the atmosphere was one of polite bewilderment. Her tastes were simple, her knowledge of culture slight, and she was not interested in the New English Art Club, nor in the dividing-line between Journalism and Literature, which was started as a conversational har... | to love people rather than pity them, to remember the submerged--well, one can t do all these things at once, worse luck, because they re so contradictory. It s then that proportion comes in--to live by proportion. Don t BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the bett... | one believed in it?" "Of course it did. It would cure anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explaine... | do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!" "Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly," said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows. "It is just what I should have liked to say about them myse... | Howards End |
Margaret checked herself and said, | No speaker | safe in Germany by now."<|quote|>Margaret checked herself and said,</|quote|>"Yes, thank you; I heard | hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now."<|quote|>Margaret checked herself and said,</|quote|>"Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday." But the demon | train service on the Great Northern Railway. They vigorously assented, and rushed on, and when she inquired whether there was any news of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now."<|quote|>Margaret checked he... | to strangers who had never shared it, and whose age was half her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and withered her delicate imaginings; it was the social counterpart of a motor-car, all jerks, and she was a wisp of hay, a flower. Twice she deplored the weather, twice criticised the train service on the Great Northern Rail... | the atmosphere was one of polite bewilderment. Her tastes were simple, her knowledge of culture slight, and she was not interested in the New English Art Club, nor in the dividing-line between Journalism and Literature, which was started as a conversational hare. The delightful people darted after it with cries of joy,... | one can t do all these things at once, worse luck, because they re so contradictory. It s then that proportion comes in--to live by proportion. Don t BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preach... | anything--once." "Certainly I remember cases--you see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored... | I ve started preaching!" "Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly," said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows. "It is just what I should have liked to say about them myself." CHAPTER IX Mrs. Wilcox cannot be accused of giving Margaret much information about life. And Margaret, on the ot... | Howards End |
"Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday." | Margaret | Margaret checked herself and said,<|quote|>"Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday."</|quote|>But the demon of vociferation | safe in Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said,<|quote|>"Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday."</|quote|>But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the | Northern Railway. They vigorously assented, and rushed on, and when she inquired whether there was any news of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said,<|quote|>"Yes, thank... | shared it, and whose age was half her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and withered her delicate imaginings; it was the social counterpart of a motor-car, all jerks, and she was a wisp of hay, a flower. Twice she deplored the weather, twice criticised the train service on the Great Northern Railway. They vigorously assent... | polite bewilderment. Her tastes were simple, her knowledge of culture slight, and she was not interested in the New English Art Club, nor in the dividing-line between Journalism and Literature, which was started as a conversational hare. The delightful people darted after it with cries of joy, Margaret leading them, an... | these things at once, worse luck, because they re so contradictory. It s then that proportion comes in--to live by proportion. Don t BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!" "Indeed, yo... | see I lived at Howards End long, long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fusse... | Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other;... | Howards End |
But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the next moment she was off again. | No speaker | you; I heard on Tuesday."<|quote|>But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the next moment she was off again.</|quote|>"Only on Tuesday, for they | herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday."<|quote|>But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the next moment she was off again.</|quote|>"Only on Tuesday, for they live right away at Stettin. | on, and when she inquired whether there was any news of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday."<|quote|>But the demon of vociferatio... | her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and withered her delicate imaginings; it was the social counterpart of a motor-car, all jerks, and she was a wisp of hay, a flower. Twice she deplored the weather, twice criticised the train service on the Great Northern Railway. They vigorously assented, and rushed on, and when she in... | knowledge of culture slight, and she was not interested in the New English Art Club, nor in the dividing-line between Journalism and Literature, which was started as a conversational hare. The delightful people darted after it with cries of joy, Margaret leading them, and not till the meal was half over did they realis... | they re so contradictory. It s then that proportion comes in--to live by proportion. Don t BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!" "Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly,... | long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there." The conversation again shifted. At the time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Ch... | of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows. "I almost think you forget you re a girl." Margaret was startled and a little annoyed. "I m twenty-nine," she remarked. "That s not so wildly girlish." Mrs. Wilcox smiled. "What makes y... | Howards End |
"Only on Tuesday, for they live right away at Stettin. Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?" | Margaret | moment she was off again.<|quote|>"Only on Tuesday, for they live right away at Stettin. Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?"</|quote|>"Never," said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, | in her, and the next moment she was off again.<|quote|>"Only on Tuesday, for they live right away at Stettin. Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?"</|quote|>"Never," said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, while her neighbour, a young | much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday." But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the next moment she was off again.<|quote|>"Only on Tuesday, for they liv... | of a motor-car, all jerks, and she was a wisp of hay, a flower. Twice she deplored the weather, twice criticised the train service on the Great Northern Railway. They vigorously assented, and rushed on, and when she inquired whether there was any news of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein t... | in the dividing-line between Journalism and Literature, which was started as a conversational hare. The delightful people darted after it with cries of joy, Margaret leading them, and not till the meal was half over did they realise that the principal guest had taken no part in the chase. There was no common topic. Mrs... | BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!" "Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly," said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows. "It is just what I should... | time it seemed little more than aimless chatter. She was interested when her hostess explained that Howards End was her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yor... | that proportion comes in--to live by proportion. Don t BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!" "Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly," said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her ... | Howards End |
"Never," | Mrs. Wilcox | any one living at Stettin?"<|quote|>"Never,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, while | Stettin. Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?"<|quote|>"Never,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, while her neighbour, a young man | Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday." But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the next moment she was off again. "Only on Tuesday, for they live right away at Stettin. Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?"<|quote|>"Never,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox grave... | twice criticised the train service on the Great Northern Railway. They vigorously assented, and rushed on, and when she inquired whether there was any news of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margar... | it with cries of joy, Margaret leading them, and not till the meal was half over did they realise that the principal guest had taken no part in the chase. There was no common topic. Mrs. Wilcox, whose life had been spent in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and who... | have failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!" "Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly," said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows. "It is just what I should have liked to say about them myself." CHAPTER IX Mrs. Wilcox cannot be accused of giving Margaret much infor... | her own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, sma... | made a fair show of modesty, and has pretended to an inexperience that she certainly did not feel. She had kept house for over ten years; she had entertained, almost with distinction; she had brought up a charming sister, and was bringing up a brother. Surely, if experience is attainable, she had attained it. Yet the l... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, while her neighbour, a young man low down in the Education Office, began to discuss what people who lived at Stettin ought to look like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on. | No speaker | one living at Stettin?" "Never,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, while her neighbour, a young man low down in the Education Office, began to discuss what people who lived at Stettin ought to look like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on.</|quote|>"People at Stettin drop things | Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?" "Never,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, while her neighbour, a young man low down in the Education Office, began to discuss what people who lived at Stettin ought to look like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on.</|quote|>"People at Stettin drop th... | by now." Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday." But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the next moment she was off again. "Only on Tuesday, for they live right away at Stettin. Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?" "Never,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, while her nei... | criticised the train service on the Great Northern Railway. They vigorously assented, and rushed on, and when she inquired whether there was any news of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margaret che... | with cries of joy, Margaret leading them, and not till the meal was half over did they realise that the principal guest had taken no part in the chase. There was no common topic. Mrs. Wilcox, whose life had been spent in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and whose ... | failed, and a deadlock--Gracious me, I ve started preaching!" "Indeed, you put the difficulties of life splendidly," said Mrs. Wilcox, withdrawing her hand into the deeper shadows. "It is just what I should have liked to say about them myself." CHAPTER IX Mrs. Wilcox cannot be accused of giving Margaret much informatio... | own property. She was bored when too minute an account was given of the Fussell family, of the anxieties of Charles concerning Naples, of the movements of Mr. Wilcox and Evie, who were motoring in Yorkshire. Margaret could not bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed... | about them myself." CHAPTER IX Mrs. Wilcox cannot be accused of giving Margaret much information about life. And Margaret, on the other hand, has made a fair show of modesty, and has pretended to an inexperience that she certainly did not feel. She had kept house for over ten years; she had entertained, almost with dis... | Howards End |
"People at Stettin drop things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Oder, which truly is something special. Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, you would love the Oder! The river, or rather ... | Margaret | as Stettininity? Margaret swept on.<|quote|>"People at Stettin drop things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Oder, which truly is something special. Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, yo... | Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on.<|quote|>"People at Stettin drop things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Oder, which truly is something speci... | Stettin. Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?" "Never," said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, while her neighbour, a young man low down in the Education Office, began to discuss what people who lived at Stettin ought to look like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on.<|quote|>"People at Stettin drop th... | was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday." But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the next moment she was off again. "Only on Tuesday, for they live right away at Stettin. Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?... | been spent in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and whose age was half her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and withered her delicate imaginings; it was the social counterpart of a motor-car, all jerks, and she was a wisp of hay, a flower. Twice she deplored the weath... | myself." CHAPTER IX Mrs. Wilcox cannot be accused of giving Margaret much information about life. And Margaret, on the other hand, has made a fair show of modesty, and has pretended to an inexperience that she certainly did not feel. She had kept house for over ten years; she had entertained, almost with distinction; s... | bear being bored. She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly s glass, apologised, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going--there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby s riding-master. Then the curious note was s... | till the meal was half over did they realise that the principal guest had taken no part in the chase. There was no common topic. Mrs. Wilcox, whose life had been spent in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and whose age was half her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and... | Howards End |
"Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." | Mrs. Wilcox | run through an intensest green."<|quote|>"Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel."</|quote|>"So I say, but Helen, | blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green."<|quote|>"Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel."</|quote|>"So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says | interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Oder, which truly is something special. Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, you would love the Oder! The river, or rather rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green."<|quote|>"Indeed! That sounds like... | Education Office, began to discuss what people who lived at Stettin ought to look like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on. "People at Stettin drop things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clo... | on, and when she inquired whether there was any news of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday." But the demon of vociferation was in... | it. Yet the little luncheon-party that she gave in Mrs. Wilcox s honour was not a success. The new friend did not blend with the "one or two delightful people" who had been asked to meet her, and the atmosphere was one of polite bewilderment. Her tastes were simple, her knowledge of culture slight, and she was not inte... | ever think about yourself?" "I think of nothing else," said Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver... | as far as that. To be humble and kind, to go straight ahead, to love people rather than pity them, to remember the submerged--well, one can t do all these things at once, worse luck, because they re so contradictory. It s then that proportion comes in--to live by proportion. Don t BEGIN with proportion. Only prigs do t... | Howards End |
"So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at on... | Margaret | most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel."<|quote|>"So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. ... | "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel."<|quote|>"So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down ... | the view of the Oder, which truly is something special. Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, you would love the Oder! The river, or rather rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel."<|quote|>"So I say, but He... | Stettin ought to look like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on. "People at Stettin drop things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Oder, which trul... | of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday." But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the next moment she was off again. "Only on... | Wilcox s honour was not a success. The new friend did not blend with the "one or two delightful people" who had been asked to meet her, and the atmosphere was one of polite bewilderment. Her tastes were simple, her knowledge of culture slight, and she was not interested in the New English Art Club, nor in the dividing-... | Margaret, blushing, but letting her hand remain in that of the invalid. "I wonder. I wondered at Heidelberg." "I M sure!" "I almost think--" "Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause--a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from t... | Railway. They vigorously assented, and rushed on, and when she inquired whether there was any news of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on ... | Howards End |
asked the man, laughing. | No speaker | overhanging warehouses make of that?"<|quote|>asked the man, laughing.</|quote|>"They make a great deal | major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?"<|quote|>asked the man, laughing.</|quote|>"They make a great deal of it," replied Margaret, unexpectedly | minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?"<|quote|>asked the man, laugh... | like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. T... | to discuss what people who lived at Stettin ought to look like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on. "People at Stettin drop things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, ... | realise that the principal guest had taken no part in the chase. There was no common topic. Mrs. Wilcox, whose life had been spent in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and whose age was half her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and withered her delicate imaginings; it... | Wilcox smiled. "What makes you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presu... | I heard on Tuesday." But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the next moment she was off again. "Only on Tuesday, for they live right away at Stettin. Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?" "Never," said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, while her neighbour, a young man low down in the Education Office, began to discus... | Howards End |
"They make a great deal of it," | Margaret | that?" asked the man, laughing.<|quote|>"They make a great deal of it,"</|quote|>replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off | the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing.<|quote|>"They make a great deal of it,"</|quote|>replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track. "I | rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing.<|quote|>"They make a gre... | view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme... | who lived at Stettin ought to look like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on. "People at Stettin drop things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Ode... | guest had taken no part in the chase. There was no common topic. Mrs. Wilcox, whose life had been spent in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and whose age was half her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and withered her delicate imaginings; it was the social counterpart... | you say that? Do you mean that I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her." "Yes. Yo... | and when she inquired whether there was any news of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday." But the demon of vociferation was in her... | Howards End |
replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track. | No speaker | a great deal of it,"<|quote|>replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track.</|quote|>"I think it s affectation | the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it,"<|quote|>replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track.</|quote|>"I think it s affectation to compare the Oder to | mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it,"<|quote|>replied Margaret, unexpectedl... | Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud... | like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on. "People at Stettin drop things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Oder, which truly is something special... | chase. There was no common topic. Mrs. Wilcox, whose life had been spent in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and whose age was half her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and withered her delicate imaginings; it was the social counterpart of a motor-car, all jerks, and... | I have been gauche and rude?" A shake of the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her." "Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is ... | dividing-line between Journalism and Literature, which was started as a conversational hare. The delightful people darted after it with cries of joy, Margaret leading them, and not till the meal was half over did they realise that the principal guest had taken no part in the chase. There was no common topic. Mrs. Wilco... | Howards End |
"I think it s affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin take beauty seriously, which we don t, and the average Englishman doesn t, and despises all who do. Now don t say Germans have no taste, or I shall scream. They haven t. But--but--such a tremendous but!--the... | Margaret | off on a new track.<|quote|>"I think it s affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin take beauty seriously, which we don t, and the average Englishman doesn t, and despises all who do. Now don t say Germans have no taste, or I shall scream. They haven t. But--but-... | it," replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track.<|quote|>"I think it s affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin take beauty seriously, which we don t, and the average Englishman doesn t, and despises all who do. Now don t say Germans have no taste... | at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it," replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track.<|quote|>"I think it s aff... | like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, ... | swept on. "People at Stettin drop things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Oder, which truly is something special. Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, you would love the Oder! The river, ... | life had been spent in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and whose age was half her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and withered her delicate imaginings; it was the social counterpart of a motor-car, all jerks, and she was a wisp of hay, a flower. Twice she deplored ... | the head. "I only meant that I am fifty-one, and that to me both of you--Read it all in some book or other; I cannot put things clearly." "Oh, I ve got it--inexperience. I m no better than Helen, you mean, and yet I presume to advise her." "Yes. You have got it. Inexperience is the word." "Inexperience," repeated Marga... | has made a fair show of modesty, and has pretended to an inexperience that she certainly did not feel. She had kept house for over ten years; she had entertained, almost with distinction; she had brought up a charming sister, and was bringing up a brother. Surely, if experience is attainable, she had attained it. Yet t... | Howards End |
"Yes, yes. The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat veterinary surgeon whose voice broke with sobs as he repeated some mawkish poetry. So e... | Margaret | "Is anything gained by that?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes. The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat veterinary surgeon whose voice broke with sobs as... | They do take poetry seriously." "Is anything gained by that?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes. The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat veterinary surgeo... | take beauty seriously, which we don t, and the average Englishman doesn t, and despises all who do. Now don t say Germans have no taste, or I shall scream. They haven t. But--but--such a tremendous but!--they take poetry seriously. They do take poetry seriously." "Is anything gained by that?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes. The Ger... | pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it," replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track. "I think it s affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin take beauty seriously, whic... | they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I rem... | Railway. They vigorously assented, and rushed on, and when she inquired whether there was any news of Helen, her hostess was too much occupied in placing Rothenstein to answer. The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on ... | learn--absolutely everything--just as much as Helen. Life s very difficult and full of surprises. At all events, I ve got as far as that. To be humble and kind, to go straight ahead, to love people rather than pity them, to remember the submerged--well, one can t do all these things at once, worse luck, because they re... | herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday." But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the next moment she was off again. "Only on Tuesday, for they live right away at Stettin. Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?" "Never," said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, while her neighbour, a young man low down in th... | Howards End |
said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied: | No speaker | that I agree. Do you?"<|quote|>said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied:</|quote|>"I think Miss Schlegel puts | do." "I am not sure that I agree. Do you?"<|quote|>said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied:</|quote|>"I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill | strains after beauty, he peoples Nature with gods too consciously. Of course Bocklin strains, because he wants something--beauty and all the other intangible gifts that are floating about the world. So his landscapes don t come off, and Leader s do." "I am not sure that I agree. Do you?"<|quote|>said he, turning to Mrs... | and cannot remember one fragment of verse to thrill myself with. My blood boils--well, I m half German, so put it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after beauty, he p... | Germans have no taste, or I shall scream. They haven t. But--but--such a tremendous but!--they take poetry seriously. They do take poetry seriously." "Is anything gained by that?" "Yes, yes. The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking bea... | truly is something special. Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, you would love the Oder! The river, or rather rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no... | had kept house for over ten years; she had entertained, almost with distinction; she had brought up a charming sister, and was bringing up a brother. Surely, if experience is attainable, she had attained it. Yet the little luncheon-party that she gave in Mrs. Wilcox s honour was not a success. The new friend did not bl... | things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Oder, which truly is something special. Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, you would love the Oder! The river, or rather rivers--there seem to be... | Howards End |
"I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" | Mrs. Wilcox | to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied:<|quote|>"I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;"</|quote|>and a chill fell on | Do you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied:<|quote|>"I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;"</|quote|>and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, | too consciously. Of course Bocklin strains, because he wants something--beauty and all the other intangible gifts that are floating about the world. So his landscapes don t come off, and Leader s do." "I am not sure that I agree. Do you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied:<|quote|>"I think Miss Schlegel puts... | thrill myself with. My blood boils--well, I m half German, so put it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after beauty, he peoples Nature with gods too consciously. Of c... | They haven t. But--but--such a tremendous but!--they take poetry seriously. They do take poetry seriously." "Is anything gained by that?" "Yes, yes. The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that ... | would love the Oder! The river, or rather rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to b... | had entertained, almost with distinction; she had brought up a charming sister, and was bringing up a brother. Surely, if experience is attainable, she had attained it. Yet the little luncheon-party that she gave in Mrs. Wilcox s honour was not a success. The new friend did not blend with the "one or two delightful peo... | the Education Office, began to discuss what people who lived at Stettin ought to look like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on. "People at Stettin drop things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a... | Howards End |
and a chill fell on the conversation. | No speaker | Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;"<|quote|>and a chill fell on the conversation.</|quote|>"Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something | Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;"<|quote|>and a chill fell on the conversation.</|quote|>"Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s | he wants something--beauty and all the other intangible gifts that are floating about the world. So his landscapes don t come off, and Leader s do." "I am not sure that I agree. Do you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;"<|quote|>and a chill fell on the con... | m half German, so put it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after beauty, he peoples Nature with gods too consciously. Of course Bocklin strains, because he wants some... | take poetry seriously. They do take poetry seriously." "Is anything gained by that?" "Yes, yes. The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat ve... | rather rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remin... | brought up a charming sister, and was bringing up a brother. Surely, if experience is attainable, she had attained it. Yet the little luncheon-party that she gave in Mrs. Wilcox s honour was not a success. The new friend did not blend with the "one or two delightful people" who had been asked to meet her, and the atmos... | Stettin take beauty seriously, which we don t, and the average Englishman doesn t, and despises all who do. Now don t say Germans have no taste, or I shall scream. They haven t. But--but--such a tremendous but!--they take poetry seriously. They do take poetry seriously." "Is anything gained by that?" "Yes, yes. The Ger... | Howards End |
"Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." | Margaret | chill fell on the conversation.<|quote|>"Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly."</|quote|>"I do not mean it | puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation.<|quote|>"Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly."</|quote|>"I do not mean it as a snub. Your last | intangible gifts that are floating about the world. So his landscapes don t come off, and Leader s do." "I am not sure that I agree. Do you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation.<|quote|>"Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something ni... | to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after beauty, he peoples Nature with gods too consciously. Of course Bocklin strains, because he wants something--beauty and all the othe... | seriously." "Is anything gained by that?" "Yes, yes. The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat veterinary surgeon whose voice broke with sob... | them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the... | bringing up a brother. Surely, if experience is attainable, she had attained it. Yet the little luncheon-party that she gave in Mrs. Wilcox s honour was not a success. The new friend did not blend with the "one or two delightful people" who had been asked to meet her, and the atmosphere was one of polite bewilderment. ... | Education Office, began to discuss what people who lived at Stettin ought to look like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on. "People at Stettin drop things into boats out of overhanging warehouses. At least, our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clo... | Howards End |
"I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." | Mrs. Wilcox | told you put things splendidly."<|quote|>"I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side."</|quote|>"The other side? Then you | such a snub to be told you put things splendidly."<|quote|>"I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side."</|quote|>"The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give | am not sure that I agree. Do you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly."<|quote|>"I do not mean it as a snub. Your la... | my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after beauty, he peoples Nature with gods too consciously. Of course Bocklin strains, because he wants something--beauty and all the other intangible gifts that are floating about the world. So his landscapes don t come off, and Leader s do." "I am not sure that ... | it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat veterinary surgeon whose voice broke with sobs as he repeated some mawkish poetry. So easy for me to laugh--I, who never repeat poetry, good or bad, and canno... | Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in se... | in Mrs. Wilcox s honour was not a success. The new friend did not blend with the "one or two delightful people" who had been asked to meet her, and the atmosphere was one of polite bewilderment. Her tastes were simple, her knowledge of culture slight, and she was not interested in the New English Art Club, nor in the d... | it s affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin take beauty seriously, which we don t, and the average Englishman doesn t, and despises all who do. Now don t say Germans have no taste, or I shall scream. They haven t. But--but--such a tremendous but!--they take po... | Howards End |
"The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." | Margaret | said on the other side."<|quote|>"The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side."</|quote|>"I have no side. But | wanted to hear what is said on the other side."<|quote|>"The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side."</|quote|>"I have no side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, | that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side."<|quote|>"The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side."<... | world. So his landscapes don t come off, and Leader s do." "I am not sure that I agree. Do you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put th... | with sobs as he repeated some mawkish poetry. So easy for me to laugh--I, who never repeat poetry, good or bad, and cannot remember one fragment of verse to thrill myself with. My blood boils--well, I m half German, so put it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things ... | The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make ... | Her tastes were simple, her knowledge of culture slight, and she was not interested in the New English Art Club, nor in the dividing-line between Journalism and Literature, which was started as a conversational hare. The delightful people darted after it with cries of joy, Margaret leading them, and not till the meal w... | Stettin. Did you ever know any one living at Stettin?" "Never," said Mrs. Wilcox gravely, while her neighbour, a young man low down in the Education Office, began to discuss what people who lived at Stettin ought to look like. Was there such a thing as Stettininity? Margaret swept on. "People at Stettin drop things int... | Howards End |
"I have no side. But my husband" | Mrs. Wilcox | good! Give us your side."<|quote|>"I have no side. But my husband"</|quote|>"--her voice softened, the chill | Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side."<|quote|>"I have no side. But my husband"</|quote|>"--her voice softened, the chill increased--" "has very little faith | "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side."<|quote|>"I have no side. But my husband"</|quote|>"--her voice softene... | am not sure that I agree. Do you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speec... | laugh--I, who never repeat poetry, good or bad, and cannot remember one fragment of verse to thrill myself with. My blood boils--well, I m half German, so put it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, ... | but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it," r... | interested in the New English Art Club, nor in the dividing-line between Journalism and Literature, which was started as a conversational hare. The delightful people darted after it with cries of joy, Margaret leading them, and not till the meal was half over did they realise that the principal guest had taken no part ... | anything gained by that?" "Yes, yes. The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat veterinary surgeon whose voice broke with sobs as he repeated... | Howards End |
"--her voice softened, the chill increased--" | No speaker | no side. But my husband"<|quote|>"--her voice softened, the chill increased--"</|quote|>"has very little faith in | us your side." "I have no side. But my husband"<|quote|>"--her voice softened, the chill increased--"</|quote|>"has very little faith in the Continent, and our children | snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my husband"<|quote|>"--her voice softened, the chill increased--"</|quot... | you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Gene... | bad, and cannot remember one fragment of verse to thrill myself with. My blood boils--well, I m half German, so put it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after beauty,... | There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it," replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off o... | nor in the dividing-line between Journalism and Literature, which was started as a conversational hare. The delightful people darted after it with cries of joy, Margaret leading them, and not till the meal was half over did they realise that the principal guest had taken no part in the chase. There was no common topic.... | to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What ... | Howards End |
"has very little faith in the Continent, and our children have all taken after him." | Mrs. Wilcox | voice softened, the chill increased--"<|quote|>"has very little faith in the Continent, and our children have all taken after him."</|quote|>"On what grounds? Do they | side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, the chill increased--"<|quote|>"has very little faith in the Continent, and our children have all taken after him."</|quote|>"On what grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is | so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, the chill increased--"<|quote|>"has very little faith in the Continent, an... | Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite ... | of verse to thrill myself with. My blood boils--well, I m half German, so put it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after beauty, he peoples Nature with gods too consc... | several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it," replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track. "I think it ... | and Literature, which was started as a conversational hare. The delightful people darted after it with cries of joy, Margaret leading them, and not till the meal was half over did they realise that the principal guest had taken no part in the chase. There was no common topic. Mrs. Wilcox, whose life had been spent in t... | It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianis... | Howards End |
"On what grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?" | Margaret | have all taken after him."<|quote|>"On what grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?"</|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; | the Continent, and our children have all taken after him."<|quote|>"On what grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?"</|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to | to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, the chill increased--" "has very little faith in the Continent, and our children have all taken after him."<|quote|>"On what grounds? Do they feel that th... | the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side?... | it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after beauty, he peoples Nature with gods too consciously. Of course Bocklin strains, because he wants something--beauty and all ... | into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it," replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track. "I think it s affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses o... | with cries of joy, Margaret leading them, and not till the meal was half over did they realise that the principal guest had taken no part in the chase. There was no common topic. Mrs. Wilcox, whose life had been spent in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and whose ... | the Oder, which truly is something special. Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, you would love the Oder! The river, or rather rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle... | Howards End |
Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to grounds. She was not intellectual, nor even alert, and it was odd that, all the same, she should give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a personality that transcended their own and dwarfed their activ... | No speaker | Continent is in bad form?"<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to grounds. She was not intellectual, nor even alert, and it was odd that, all the same, she should give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a personality that transcende... | Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?"<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to grounds. She was not intellectual, nor even alert, and it was odd that, all the same, she should give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a perso... | you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, the chill increased--" "has very little faith in the Continent, and our children have all taken after him." "On what grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?"<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid ... | a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my ... | islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after beauty, he peoples Nature with gods too consciously. Of course Bocklin strains, because he wants something--beauty and all the other intangible gifts that are floating about the world. So his landscap... | warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it," replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track. "I think it s affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin take beauty seriously, which we don t, and the average Englishman... | half over did they realise that the principal guest had taken no part in the chase. There was no common topic. Mrs. Wilcox, whose life had been spent in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and whose age was half her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and withered her deli... | who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks,... | Howards End |
"You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art ha... | Margaret | may be of greater importance.<|quote|>"You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interest... | life from a life that may be of greater importance.<|quote|>"You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or... | uncharitable word had passed her lips. Yet she and daily life were out of focus; one or the other must show blurred. And at lunch she seemed more out of focus than usual, and nearer the line that divides daily life from a life that may be of greater importance.<|quote|>"You will admit, though, that the Continent--it se... | the same, she should give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a personality that transcended their own and dwarfed their activities. There was no bitterness in Mrs. Wilcox; there was not even criticism; she was lovable, and no ungracious or uncharitable wo... | Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, the chill increased--" "has very little faith in the Continent, and our children ha... | life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat veterinary surgeon whose voice broke with sobs as he repeated some mawkish poetry. So easy for me to laugh--I, who never repeat poetry, good or bad, and cannot remember one fragment of verse to thrill myself with. My blood boils--well, I m half... | The question was repeated: "I hope that your sister is safe in Germany by now." Margaret checked herself and said, "Yes, thank you; I heard on Tuesday." But the demon of vociferation was in her, and the next moment she was off again. "Only on Tuesday, for they live right away at Stettin. Did you ever know any one livin... | despises all who do. Now don t say Germans have no taste, or I shall scream. They haven t. But--but--such a tremendous but!--they take poetry seriously. They do take poetry seriously." "Is anything gained by that?" "Yes, yes. The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterp... | Howards End |
"I do not want to go to Prussia," | Mrs. Wilcox | good to touch with tongs."<|quote|>"I do not want to go to Prussia,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox "not even | we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs."<|quote|>"I do not want to go to Prussia,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see that interesting view | kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs."<|quote|>"I do no... | really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through de... | Thought and Art, was conscious of a personality that transcended their own and dwarfed their activities. There was no bitterness in Mrs. Wilcox; there was not even criticism; she was lovable, and no ungracious or uncharitable word had passed her lips. Yet she and daily life were out of focus; one or the other must show... | intangible gifts that are floating about the world. So his landscapes don t come off, and Leader s do." "I am not sure that I agree. Do you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than... | our cousins do, but aren t particularly rich. The town isn t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Oder, which truly is something special. Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, you would love the Oder! The river, or rather rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run t... | zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a personality that transcended their own and dwarfed their activities. There was no bitterness in Mrs. Wilcox; there was not even criticism; she was lovable, and no ungracious or uncharitable word had passed her lips. Yet she and daily life were out of ... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Wilcox | No speaker | want to go to Prussia,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox</|quote|>"not even to see that | with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox</|quote|>"not even to see that interesting view that you were | persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilc... | any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more ... | that transcended their own and dwarfed their activities. There was no bitterness in Mrs. Wilcox; there was not even criticism; she was lovable, and no ungracious or uncharitable word had passed her lips. Yet she and daily life were out of focus; one or the other must show blurred. And at lunch she seemed more out of fo... | So his landscapes don t come off, and Leader s do." "I am not sure that I agree. Do you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things sp... | The town isn t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Oder, which truly is something special. Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, you would love the Oder! The river, or rather rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That soun... | Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. ... | Howards End |
"not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." | Mrs. Wilcox | to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox<|quote|>"not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End."</|quote|>"Then you ought to!" said | do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox<|quote|>"not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End."</|quote|>"Then you ought to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a house | decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox<|quote|>"not even to see th... | it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of a... | own and dwarfed their activities. There was no bitterness in Mrs. Wilcox; there was not even criticism; she was lovable, and no ungracious or uncharitable word had passed her lips. Yet she and daily life were out of focus; one or the other must show blurred. And at lunch she seemed more out of focus than usual, and nea... | don t come off, and Leader s do." "I am not sure that I agree. Do you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do n... | t interesting, except for a clock that rolls its eyes, and the view of the Oder, which truly is something special. Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, you would love the Oder! The river, or rather rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a mos... | good or bad, and cannot remember one fragment of verse to thrill myself with. My blood boils--well, I m half German, so put it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after... | Howards End |
"Then you ought to!" | Margaret | discuss anything at Howards End."<|quote|>"Then you ought to!"</|quote|>said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a | am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End."<|quote|>"Then you ought to!"</|quote|>said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand | questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End."<|quote|>"Then you ought to!"</|quote|>said M... | in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here t... | passed her lips. Yet she and daily life were out of focus; one or the other must show blurred. And at lunch she seemed more out of focus than usual, and nearer the line that divides daily life from a life that may be of greater importance. "You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Cont... | Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long w... | the Oder! The river, or rather rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like musi... | Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, the chill increased--" "has very little fai... | Howards End |
said Margaret. | No speaker | End." "Then you ought to!"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"Discussion keeps a house alive. | never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks | think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"Discussion ke... | and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good t... | she and daily life were out of focus; one or the other must show blurred. And at lunch she seemed more out of focus than usual, and nearer the line that divides daily life from a life that may be of greater importance. "You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it ... | splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on ... | or rather rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to re... | little faith in the Continent, and our children have all taken after him." "On what grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?" Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to grounds. She was not intellectual, nor even alert, and it was odd that, all the same, she should give the idea of greatness.... | Howards End |
"Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone." | Margaret | you ought to!" said Margaret.<|quote|>"Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone."</|quote|>"It cannot stand without them," | anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret.<|quote|>"Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone."</|quote|>"It cannot stand without them," said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching | too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret.<|quote|>"Discussion keeps a house alive. It can... | have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch ... | daily life were out of focus; one or the other must show blurred. And at lunch she seemed more out of focus than usual, and nearer the line that divides daily life from a life that may be of greater importance. "You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all m... | a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." ... | rivers--there seem to be dozens of them--are intense blue, and the plain they run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her o... | gained by that?" "Yes, yes. The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat veterinary surgeon whose voice broke with sobs as he repeated some maw... | Howards End |
"It cannot stand without them," | Mrs. Wilcox | by bricks and mortar alone."<|quote|>"It cannot stand without them,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching | house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone."<|quote|>"It cannot stand without them,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and | Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone."<|quote|>"It cannot stand... | this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox ... | And at lunch she seemed more out of focus than usual, and nearer the line that divides daily life from a life that may be of greater importance. "You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is un... | that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have ... | run through an intensest green." "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember... | and cannot remember one fragment of verse to thrill myself with. My blood boils--well, I m half German, so put it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after beauty, he p... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people. | No speaker | "It cannot stand without them,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people.</|quote|>"It cannot stand without them, | by bricks and mortar alone." "It cannot stand without them,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people.</|quote|>"It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I | even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone." "It cannot stand without them,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox... | and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see that interesting vie... | more out of focus than usual, and nearer the line that divides daily life from a life that may be of greater importance. "You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another je... | snub to be told you put things splendidly." "I do not mean it as a snub. Your last speech interested me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my hu... | "Indeed! That sounds like a most beautiful view, Miss Schlegel." "So I say, but Helen, who will muddle things, says no, it s like music. The course of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things g... | their own and dwarfed their activities. There was no bitterness in Mrs. Wilcox; there was not even criticism; she was lovable, and no ungracious or uncharitable word had passed her lips. Yet she and daily life were out of focus; one or the other must show blurred. And at lunch she seemed more out of focus than usual, a... | Howards End |
"It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here." | Mrs. Wilcox | breasts of the delightful people.<|quote|>"It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here."</|quote|>"Never mind us or her. | a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people.<|quote|>"It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here."</|quote|>"Never mind us or her. Do say!" "I sometimes think | you ought to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone." "It cannot stand without them," said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people.<|quote|>"It cannot stand ... | that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps ... | that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call th... | seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, the chill increased--" "has very little faith in the Continent, and our children have all taken after him."... | of the Oder is to be like music. It s obliged to remind her of a symphonic poem. The part by the landing-stage is in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the B... | do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, the chill increased--" "has very little faith in the Continent, and our children have all taken afte... | Howards End |
"Never mind us or her. Do say!" | Margaret | daughter disagrees with me here."<|quote|>"Never mind us or her. Do say!"</|quote|>"I sometimes think that it | to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here."<|quote|>"Never mind us or her. Do say!"</|quote|>"I sometimes think that it is wiser to leave action | Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people. "It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here."<|quote|>"Never mind us o... | to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone." "It cannot stand without them," said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedl... | like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action ... | disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, the chill increased--" "has very little faith in the Continent, and our children have all taken after him." "On what grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?" Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attentio... | in B minor, if I remember rightly, but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing... | And at lunch she seemed more out of focus than usual, and nearer the line that divides daily life from a life that may be of greater importance. "You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is un... | Howards End |
"I sometimes think that it is wiser to leave action and discussion to men." | Mrs. Wilcox | us or her. Do say!"<|quote|>"I sometimes think that it is wiser to leave action and discussion to men."</|quote|>There was a little silence. | with me here." "Never mind us or her. Do say!"<|quote|>"I sometimes think that it is wiser to leave action and discussion to men."</|quote|>There was a little silence. "One admits that the arguments | thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people. "It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here." "Never mind us or her. Do say!"<|quote|>"I sometimes think that it is... | were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone." "It cannot stand without them," said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and rous... | another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go... | "I have no side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, the chill increased--" "has very little faith in the Continent, and our children have all taken after him." "On what grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?" Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to grounds. She was not intellectual, ... | but lower down things get extremely mixed. There is a slodgy theme in several keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it," r... | is in bad form?" Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to grounds. She was not intellectual, nor even alert, and it was odd that, all the same, she should give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a personality that transcended their own and dw... | Howards End |
There was a little silence. | No speaker | action and discussion to men."<|quote|>There was a little silence.</|quote|>"One admits that the arguments | it is wiser to leave action and discussion to men."<|quote|>There was a little silence.</|quote|>"One admits that the arguments against the suffrage ARE extraordinarily | breasts of the delightful people. "It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here." "Never mind us or her. Do say!" "I sometimes think that it is wiser to leave action and discussion to men."<|quote|>There was a little silen... | anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone." "It cannot stand without them," said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful p... | for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital ... | very little faith in the Continent, and our children have all taken after him." "On what grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?" Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to grounds. She was not intellectual, nor even alert, and it was odd that, all the same, she should give the idea of great... | keys at once, meaning mud-banks, and another for the navigable canal, and the exit into the Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it," replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track. "I think it s affect... | his landscapes don t come off, and Leader s do." "I am not sure that I agree. Do you?" said he, turning to Mrs. Wilcox. She replied: "I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nicer than that. It s such a snub to be told you put things splen... | Howards End |
said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread. | No speaker | the suffrage ARE extraordinarily strong,"<|quote|>said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread.</|quote|>"Are they? I never follow | admits that the arguments against the suffrage ARE extraordinarily strong,"<|quote|>said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread.</|quote|>"Are they? I never follow any arguments. I am only | expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here." "Never mind us or her. Do say!" "I sometimes think that it is wiser to leave action and discussion to men." There was a little silence. "One admits that the arguments against the suffrage ARE extraordinarily strong,"<|quote|>said a girl oppo... | cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone." "It cannot stand without them," said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people. "It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation t... | kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want t... | grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?" Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to grounds. She was not intellectual, nor even alert, and it was odd that, all the same, she should give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a pers... | Baltic is in C sharp major, pianissimo." "What do the overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it," replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track. "I think it s affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin... | and Art, was conscious of a personality that transcended their own and dwarfed their activities. There was no bitterness in Mrs. Wilcox; there was not even criticism; she was lovable, and no ungracious or uncharitable word had passed her lips. Yet she and daily life were out of focus; one or the other must show blurred... | Howards End |
"Are they? I never follow any arguments. I am only too thankful not to have a vote myself." | Mrs. Wilcox | forward and crumbling her bread.<|quote|>"Are they? I never follow any arguments. I am only too thankful not to have a vote myself."</|quote|>"We didn t mean the | said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread.<|quote|>"Are they? I never follow any arguments. I am only too thankful not to have a vote myself."</|quote|>"We didn t mean the vote, though, did we?" supplied | with me here." "Never mind us or her. Do say!" "I sometimes think that it is wiser to leave action and discussion to men." There was a little silence. "One admits that the arguments against the suffrage ARE extraordinarily strong," said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread.<|quote|>"Are they? I neve... | without them," said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people. "It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here." "Nev... | through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see th... | form?" Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to grounds. She was not intellectual, nor even alert, and it was odd that, all the same, she should give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a personality that transcended their own and dwarfed thei... | overhanging warehouses make of that?" asked the man, laughing. "They make a great deal of it," replied Margaret, unexpectedly rushing off on a new track. "I think it s affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin take beauty seriously, which we don t, and the averag... | another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go... | Howards End |
"We didn t mean the vote, though, did we?" | Margaret | to have a vote myself."<|quote|>"We didn t mean the vote, though, did we?"</|quote|>supplied Margaret. "Aren t we | am only too thankful not to have a vote myself."<|quote|>"We didn t mean the vote, though, did we?"</|quote|>supplied Margaret. "Aren t we differing on something much wider, | leave action and discussion to men." There was a little silence. "One admits that the arguments against the suffrage ARE extraordinarily strong," said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread. "Are they? I never follow any arguments. I am only too thankful not to have a vote myself."<|quote|>"We didn t ... | time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people. "It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here." "Never mind us or her. Do say!" "I sometimes think that it is wiser to leave action and discussion to men." There ... | to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss... | alert, and it was odd that, all the same, she should give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a personality that transcended their own and dwarfed their activities. There was no bitterness in Mrs. Wilcox; there was not even criticism; she was lovable, and ... | unexpectedly rushing off on a new track. "I think it s affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin take beauty seriously, which we don t, and the average Englishman doesn t, and despises all who do. Now don t say Germans have no taste, or I shall scream. They haven... | importance. "You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literatur... | Howards End |
supplied Margaret. | No speaker | the vote, though, did we?"<|quote|>supplied Margaret.</|quote|>"Aren t we differing on | myself." "We didn t mean the vote, though, did we?"<|quote|>supplied Margaret.</|quote|>"Aren t we differing on something much wider, Mrs. Wilcox? | little silence. "One admits that the arguments against the suffrage ARE extraordinarily strong," said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread. "Are they? I never follow any arguments. I am only too thankful not to have a vote myself." "We didn t mean the vote, though, did we?"<|quote|>supplied Margaret... | delightful people. "It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here." "Never mind us or her. Do say!" "I sometimes think that it is wiser to leave action and discussion to men." There was a little silence. "One admits that th... | vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret. "D... | she should give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a personality that transcended their own and dwarfed their activities. There was no bitterness in Mrs. Wilcox; there was not even criticism; she was lovable, and no ungracious or uncharitable word had pas... | it s affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin take beauty seriously, which we don t, and the average Englishman doesn t, and despises all who do. Now don t say Germans have no taste, or I shall scream. They haven t. But--but--such a tremendous but!--they take po... | me so much. Generally people do not seem quite to like Germany. I have long wanted to hear what is said on the other side." "The other side? Then you do disagree. Oh, good! Give us your side." "I have no side. But my husband" "--her voice softened, the chill increased--" "has very little faith in the Continent, and our... | Howards End |
"Aren t we differing on something much wider, Mrs. Wilcox? Whether women are to remain what they have been since the dawn of history; or whether, since men have moved forward so far, they too may move forward a little now. I say they may. I would even admit a biological change." | Margaret | though, did we?" supplied Margaret.<|quote|>"Aren t we differing on something much wider, Mrs. Wilcox? Whether women are to remain what they have been since the dawn of history; or whether, since men have moved forward so far, they too may move forward a little now. I say they may. I would even admit a biological chang... | didn t mean the vote, though, did we?" supplied Margaret.<|quote|>"Aren t we differing on something much wider, Mrs. Wilcox? Whether women are to remain what they have been since the dawn of history; or whether, since men have moved forward so far, they too may move forward a little now. I say they may. I would even ad... | "One admits that the arguments against the suffrage ARE extraordinarily strong," said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread. "Are they? I never follow any arguments. I am only too thankful not to have a vote myself." "We didn t mean the vote, though, did we?" supplied Margaret.<|quote|>"Aren t we dif... | "It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here." "Never mind us or her. Do say!" "I sometimes think that it is wiser to leave action and discussion to men." There was a little silence. "One admits that the arguments against... | that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps ... | give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a personality that transcended their own and dwarfed their activities. There was no bitterness in Mrs. Wilcox; there was not even criticism; she was lovable, and no ungracious or uncharitable word had passed her lip... | affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin take beauty seriously, which we don t, and the average Englishman doesn t, and despises all who do. Now don t say Germans have no taste, or I shall scream. They haven t. But--but--such a tremendous but!--they take poetry ... | feel that the Continent is in bad form?" Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to grounds. She was not intellectual, nor even alert, and it was odd that, all the same, she should give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her friends over Thought and Art, was conscious of a personality that tran... | Howards End |
"I don t know, I don t know." | Mrs. Wilcox | even admit a biological change."<|quote|>"I don t know, I don t know."</|quote|>"I must be getting back | say they may. I would even admit a biological change."<|quote|>"I don t know, I don t know."</|quote|>"I must be getting back to my overhanging warehouse," said | we differing on something much wider, Mrs. Wilcox? Whether women are to remain what they have been since the dawn of history; or whether, since men have moved forward so far, they too may move forward a little now. I say they may. I would even admit a biological change."<|quote|>"I don t know, I don t know."</|quote|>"... | that the arguments against the suffrage ARE extraordinarily strong," said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread. "Are they? I never follow any arguments. I am only too thankful not to have a vote myself." "We didn t mean the vote, though, did we?" supplied Margaret. "Aren t we differing on something ... | to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone." "It cannot stand without them," said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people. "It cannot stand without them, and ... | Yet she and daily life were out of focus; one or the other must show blurred. And at lunch she seemed more out of focus than usual, and nearer the line that divides daily life from a life that may be of greater importance. "You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really... | tremendous but!--they take poetry seriously. They do take poetry seriously." "Is anything gained by that?" "Yes, yes. The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Hei... | Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of th... | Howards End |
said the man. | No speaker | back to my overhanging warehouse,"<|quote|>said the man.</|quote|>"They ve turned disgracefully strict." | know." "I must be getting back to my overhanging warehouse,"<|quote|>said the man.</|quote|>"They ve turned disgracefully strict." Mrs. Wilcox also rose. "Oh, | since the dawn of history; or whether, since men have moved forward so far, they too may move forward a little now. I say they may. I would even admit a biological change." "I don t know, I don t know." "I must be getting back to my overhanging warehouse,"<|quote|>said the man.</|quote|>"They ve turned disgracefully st... | her bread. "Are they? I never follow any arguments. I am only too thankful not to have a vote myself." "We didn t mean the vote, though, did we?" supplied Margaret. "Aren t we differing on something much wider, Mrs. Wilcox? Whether women are to remain what they have been since the dawn of history; or whether, since men... | cannot stand without them," said Mrs. Wilcox, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people. "It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with m... | at lunch she seemed more out of focus than usual, and nearer the line that divides daily life from a life that may be of greater importance. "You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is unique... | The German is always on the lookout for beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat veterinary surgeon whose voice broke with sobs as he repeated some mawkish poetry. So easy for me ... | "not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone." "It cannot stand without them," said Mrs. Wilcox, u... | Howards End |
Mrs. Wilcox also rose. | No speaker | "They ve turned disgracefully strict."<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox also rose.</|quote|>"Oh, but come upstairs for | overhanging warehouse," said the man. "They ve turned disgracefully strict."<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox also rose.</|quote|>"Oh, but come upstairs for a little. Miss Quested plays. | men have moved forward so far, they too may move forward a little now. I say they may. I would even admit a biological change." "I don t know, I don t know." "I must be getting back to my overhanging warehouse," said the man. "They ve turned disgracefully strict."<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox also rose.</|quote|>"Oh, but come u... | arguments. I am only too thankful not to have a vote myself." "We didn t mean the vote, though, did we?" supplied Margaret. "Aren t we differing on something much wider, Mrs. Wilcox? Whether women are to remain what they have been since the dawn of history; or whether, since men have moved forward so far, they too may ... | catching on to the thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people. "It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here." "Never mind us or her. Do say!" "I sometimes think... | than usual, and nearer the line that divides daily life from a life that may be of greater importance. "You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was g... | beauty. He may miss it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat veterinary surgeon whose voice broke with sobs as he repeated some mawkish poetry. So easy for me to laugh--I, who never repeat poetry, go... | this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox ... | Howards End |
"Oh, but come upstairs for a little. Miss Quested plays. Do you like MacDowell? Do you mind his only having two noises? If you must really go, I ll see you out. Won t you even have coffee?" | Margaret | strict." Mrs. Wilcox also rose.<|quote|>"Oh, but come upstairs for a little. Miss Quested plays. Do you like MacDowell? Do you mind his only having two noises? If you must really go, I ll see you out. Won t you even have coffee?"</|quote|>They left the dining-room closing | man. "They ve turned disgracefully strict." Mrs. Wilcox also rose.<|quote|>"Oh, but come upstairs for a little. Miss Quested plays. Do you like MacDowell? Do you mind his only having two noises? If you must really go, I ll see you out. Won t you even have coffee?"</|quote|>They left the dining-room closing the door beh... | so far, they too may move forward a little now. I say they may. I would even admit a biological change." "I don t know, I don t know." "I must be getting back to my overhanging warehouse," said the man. "They ve turned disgracefully strict." Mrs. Wilcox also rose.<|quote|>"Oh, but come upstairs for a little. Miss Quest... | too thankful not to have a vote myself." "We didn t mean the vote, though, did we?" supplied Margaret. "Aren t we differing on something much wider, Mrs. Wilcox? Whether women are to remain what they have been since the dawn of history; or whether, since men have moved forward so far, they too may move forward a little... | thought, and rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of the delightful people. "It cannot stand without them, and I sometimes think--But I cannot expect your generation to agree, for even my daughter disagrees with me here." "Never mind us or her. Do say!" "I sometimes think that it is wiser t... | the line that divides daily life from a life that may be of greater importance. "You will admit, though, that the Continent--it seems silly to speak of the Continent, but really it is all more like itself than any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Co... | it through stupidity, or misinterpret it, but he is always asking beauty to enter his life, and I believe that in the end it will come. At Heidelberg I met a fat veterinary surgeon whose voice broke with sobs as he repeated some mawkish poetry. So easy for me to laugh--I, who never repeat poetry, good or bad, and canno... | any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more ... | Howards End |
They left the dining-room closing the door behind them, and as Mrs. Wilcox buttoned up her jacket, she said: | No speaker | t you even have coffee?"<|quote|>They left the dining-room closing the door behind them, and as Mrs. Wilcox buttoned up her jacket, she said:</|quote|>"What an interesting life you | ll see you out. Won t you even have coffee?"<|quote|>They left the dining-room closing the door behind them, and as Mrs. Wilcox buttoned up her jacket, she said:</|quote|>"What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, | said the man. "They ve turned disgracefully strict." Mrs. Wilcox also rose. "Oh, but come upstairs for a little. Miss Quested plays. Do you like MacDowell? Do you mind his only having two noises? If you must really go, I ll see you out. Won t you even have coffee?"<|quote|>They left the dining-room closing the door beh... | since the dawn of history; or whether, since men have moved forward so far, they too may move forward a little now. I say they may. I would even admit a biological change." "I don t know, I don t know." "I must be getting back to my overhanging warehouse," said the man. "They ve turned disgracefully strict." Mrs. Wilco... | daughter disagrees with me here." "Never mind us or her. Do say!" "I sometimes think that it is wiser to leave action and discussion to men." There was a little silence. "One admits that the arguments against the suffrage ARE extraordinarily strong," said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread. "Are t... | any part of it is like England. England is unique. Do have another jelly first. I was going to say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more ... | sobs as he repeated some mawkish poetry. So easy for me to laugh--I, who never repeat poetry, good or bad, and cannot remember one fragment of verse to thrill myself with. My blood boils--well, I m half German, so put it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teuto... | and our children have all taken after him." "On what grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?" Mrs. Wilcox had no idea; she paid little attention to grounds. She was not intellectual, nor even alert, and it was odd that, all the same, she should give the idea of greatness. Margaret, zigzagging with her ... | Howards End |
"What an interesting life you all lead in London!" | Mrs. Wilcox | up her jacket, she said:<|quote|>"What an interesting life you all lead in London!"</|quote|>"No, we don t," said | and as Mrs. Wilcox buttoned up her jacket, she said:<|quote|>"What an interesting life you all lead in London!"</|quote|>"No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. | Miss Quested plays. Do you like MacDowell? Do you mind his only having two noises? If you must really go, I ll see you out. Won t you even have coffee?" They left the dining-room closing the door behind them, and as Mrs. Wilcox buttoned up her jacket, she said:<|quote|>"What an interesting life you all lead in London!"... | a little now. I say they may. I would even admit a biological change." "I don t know, I don t know." "I must be getting back to my overhanging warehouse," said the man. "They ve turned disgracefully strict." Mrs. Wilcox also rose. "Oh, but come upstairs for a little. Miss Quested plays. Do you like MacDowell? Do you mi... | to leave action and discussion to men." There was a little silence. "One admits that the arguments against the suffrage ARE extraordinarily strong," said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread. "Are they? I never follow any arguments. I am only too thankful not to have a vote myself." "We didn t mean ... | say that the Continent, for good or for evil, is interested in ideas. Its Literature and Art have what one might call the kink of the unseen about them, and this persists even through decadence and affectation. There is more liberty of action in England, but for liberty of thought go to bureaucratic Prussia. People wil... | bad, and cannot remember one fragment of verse to thrill myself with. My blood boils--well, I m half German, so put it down to patriotism--when I listen to the tasteful contempt of the average islander for things Teutonic, whether they re Bocklin or my veterinary surgeon. Oh, Bocklin, they say; he strains after beauty,... | we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs." "I do not want to go to Prussia," said Mrs. Wilcox "not even to see that interesting view that you were describing. And for discussing with humility I am too old. We never discuss anything at Howards End." "Then you ought to!" said Margaret. "Discussion keeps a hou... | Howards End |
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