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"No, we don t," | Margaret | you all lead in London!"<|quote|>"No, we don t,"</|quote|>said Margaret, with a sudden | said: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!"<|quote|>"No, we don t,"</|quote|>said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. "We lead the lives | 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: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!"<|quote|>"No, we don t,"</|quote|>said Margaret, with a su... | 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 mind his only having two noises? If you ... | 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 the vote, though, did we?" supplied Margaret. "Are... | 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 questions ... | 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... | 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... | Howards End |
said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. | No speaker | London!" "No, we don t,"<|quote|>said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion.</|quote|>"We lead the lives of | life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t,"<|quote|>said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion.</|quote|>"We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have | 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: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t,"<|quote|>said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion.</|quote|>"We l... | 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 mind his only having two noises? If you must really go, I ll see... | 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. "Aren t we differing on som... | 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 think ourse... | 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 course Bocklin strains, ... | 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." "It cannot stand without them," sa... | Howards End |
"We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and stable at the bottom. We really have. All my friends have. Don t pretend you enjoyed lunch, for you loathed it, but forgive me by coming again, alone, or by asking me to you." | Margaret | Margaret, with a sudden revulsion.<|quote|>"We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and stable at the bottom. We really have. All my friends have. Don t pretend you enjoyed lunch, for you loathed it, but forgive me by coming again, alone, or by asking me to you."</|quote|>"I... | "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion.<|quote|>"We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and stable at the bottom. We really have. All my friends have. Don t pretend you enjoyed lunch, for you loathed it, but forgive me by coming again, alone, or by asking me... | 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: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion.<|quote|>"We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs.... | 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 mind his only having two noises? If you must really go, I ll see you out. Won t you even h... | 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 much wider, Mrs. Wilcox? Whethe... | 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 with tongs... | 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 something--beauty a... | 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 rousing, for the first and last time, a faint hope in the breasts of... | Howards End |
"I am used to young people," | Mrs. Wilcox | by asking me to you."<|quote|>"I am used to young people,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, and with | by coming again, alone, or by asking me to you."<|quote|>"I am used to young people,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, and with each word she spoke the | a sudden revulsion. "We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and stable at the bottom. We really have. All my friends have. Don t pretend you enjoyed lunch, for you loathed it, but forgive me by coming again, alone, or by asking me to you."<|quote|>"I am used to young people... | 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: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. "We lead the lives of gibbering monke... | 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." "I don t know, I don t know." "I must be getting back to my o... | 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 house alive. It c... | 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;" and a chill fell on the conversatio... | 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... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Wilcox, and with each word she spoke the outlines of known things grew dim. | No speaker | am used to young people,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, and with each word she spoke the outlines of known things grew dim.</|quote|>"I hear a great deal | asking me to you." "I am used to young people,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, and with each word she spoke the outlines of known things grew dim.</|quote|>"I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for | lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and stable at the bottom. We really have. All my friends have. Don t pretend you enjoyed lunch, for you loathed it, but forgive me by coming again, alone, or by asking me to you." "I am used to young people,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, and with eac... | 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: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. "We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--... | 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." "I don t know, I don t know." "I must be getting back to my overhanging warehouse," said the man. "... | 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 house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar ... | 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;" and a chill fell on the conversation. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, say something nice... | 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 ... | Howards End |
"I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and only wish I could have joined in more. For one thing, I m not particularly well just to-day. For another, you young... | Mrs. Wilcox | of known things grew dim.<|quote|>"I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and only wish I could have joined in more. For one thing, I m not particularly well j... | word she spoke the outlines of known things grew dim.<|quote|>"I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and only wish I could have joined in more. For one thing,... | have. All my friends have. Don t pretend you enjoyed lunch, for you loathed it, but forgive me by coming again, alone, or by asking me to you." "I am used to young people," said Mrs. Wilcox, and with each word she spoke the outlines of known things grew dim.<|quote|>"I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like... | behind them, and as Mrs. Wilcox buttoned up her jacket, she said: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. "We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and stable at the bottom. We really have. All my friends have... | 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. Wilcox also rose. "Oh, but come upstairs for... | 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, unexpectedly catch... | 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 not mean it as a ... | 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 ... | Howards End |
They were silent for a moment. Then, with a newborn emotion, they shook hands. The conversation ceased suddenly when Margaret re-entered the dining-room; her friends had been talking over her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresting. CHAPTER X Several days passed. Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory peo... | No speaker | young. I never forget that."<|quote|>They were silent for a moment. Then, with a newborn emotion, they shook hands. The conversation ceased suddenly when Margaret re-entered the dining-room; her friends had been talking over her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresting. CHAPTER X Several days passed. Was Mrs.... | the same boat, old and young. I never forget that."<|quote|>They were silent for a moment. Then, with a newborn emotion, they shook hands. The conversation ceased suddenly when Margaret re-entered the dining-room; her friends had been talking over her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresting. CHAPTER X Severa... | I could have joined in more. For one thing, I m not particularly well just to-day. For another, you younger people move so quickly that it dazes me. Charles is the same, Dolly the same. But we are all in the same boat, old and young. I never forget that."<|quote|>They were silent for a moment. Then, with a newborn emot... | she spoke the outlines of known things grew dim. "I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and only wish I could have joined in more. For one thing, I m not part... | have coffee?" They left the dining-room closing the door behind them, and as Mrs. Wilcox buttoned up her jacket, she said: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. "We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and ... | 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," said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread... | 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." "On what grounds? Do they feel that the Continent is in bad form?" Mrs. Wilcox h... | 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. "Oh, but come upstairs for a little. Miss Quested plays... | Howards End |
"First of all," | Margaret | started out in a brougham.<|quote|>"First of all,"</|quote|>began Margaret, "we must make | clock one cheerless morning they started out in a brougham.<|quote|>"First of all,"</|quote|>began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off | with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Christmas was nearing, and Mrs. Wilcox felt behindhand with the presents. She had taken some more days in bed, and must make up for lost time. Margaret accepted, and at eleven o clock one cheerless morning they started out in a brougham.<|quote|>"First of all,"</|quote... | be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come all was ready. The crisis opened with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Chr... | those who coquette with friendship, though the dull ache that they inflict, the sense of misdirected effort and exhaustion, may be as intolerable. Was she one of these? Margaret feared so at first, for, with a Londoner s impatience, she wanted everything to be settled up immediately. She mistrusted the periods of quiet... | dim. "I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and only wish I could have joined in more. For one thing, I m not particularly well just to-day. For another, you ... | 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, unexpectedly c... | unsatisfactory people--there are many of them--who dangle intimacy and then withdraw it? They evoke our interests and affections, and keep the life of the spirit dawdling round them. Then they withdraw. When physical passion is involved, there is a definite name for such behaviour--flirting--and if carried far enough i... | Howards End |
began Margaret, | No speaker | a brougham. "First of all,"<|quote|>began Margaret,</|quote|>"we must make a list | morning they started out in a brougham. "First of all,"<|quote|>began Margaret,</|quote|>"we must make a list and tick off the people | Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Christmas was nearing, and Mrs. Wilcox felt behindhand with the presents. She had taken some more days in bed, and must make up for lost time. Margaret accepted, and at eleven o clock one cheerless morning they started out in a brougham. "First of all,"<|quote|>began Margaret,</|quote... | refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come all was ready. The crisis opened with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Christmas was neari... | with friendship, though the dull ache that they inflict, the sense of misdirected effort and exhaustion, may be as intolerable. Was she one of these? Margaret feared so at first, for, with a Londoner s impatience, she wanted everything to be settled up immediately. She mistrusted the periods of quiet that are essential... | a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and only wish I could have joined in more. For one thing, I m not particularly well just to-day. For another, you younger peopl... | 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, unexpectedly catching on to the tho... | left the dining-room closing the door behind them, and as Mrs. Wilcox buttoned up her jacket, she said: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. "We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and stable at the botto... | Howards End |
"we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" | Margaret | "First of all," began Margaret,<|quote|>"we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?"</|quote|>"I thought we would go | started out in a brougham. "First of all," began Margaret,<|quote|>"we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?"</|quote|>"I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket | Schlegel come shopping? Christmas was nearing, and Mrs. Wilcox felt behindhand with the presents. She had taken some more days in bed, and must make up for lost time. Margaret accepted, and at eleven o clock one cheerless morning they started out in a brougham. "First of all," began Margaret,<|quote|>"we must make a li... | fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come all was ready. The crisis opened with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Christmas was nearing, and Mrs... | though the dull ache that they inflict, the sense of misdirected effort and exhaustion, may be as intolerable. Was she one of these? Margaret feared so at first, for, with a Londoner s impatience, she wanted everything to be settled up immediately. She mistrusted the periods of quiet that are essential to true growth. ... | deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and only wish I could have joined in more. For one thing, I m not particularly well just to-day. For another, you younger people move s... | 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, unexpectedly catching on to the thought, and ... | All my friends have. Don t pretend you enjoyed lunch, for you loathed it, but forgive me by coming again, alone, or by asking me to you." "I am used to young people," said Mrs. Wilcox, and with each word she spoke the outlines of known things grew dim. "I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertai... | Howards End |
"I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," | Mrs. Wilcox | moment. Have you any ideas?"<|quote|>"I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. | fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?"<|quote|>"I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be | time. Margaret accepted, and at eleven o clock one cheerless morning they started out in a brougham. "First of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?"<|quote|>"I thought we would go to Harrods or the Ha... | perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come all was ready. The crisis opened with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Christmas was nearing, and Mrs. Wilcox felt behindhand with the presents. She had taken some more days in bed, and must make up for lost time. Margaret accepted, and at eleven o cl... | for, with a Londoner s impatience, she wanted everything to be settled up immediately. She mistrusted the periods of quiet that are essential to true growth. Desiring to book Mrs. Wilcox as a friend, she pressed on the ceremony, pencil, as it were, in hand, pressing the more because the rest of the family were away, an... | Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and only wish I could have joined in more. For one thing, I m not particularly well just to-day. For another, you younger people move so quickly that it dazes me. Charles is the same, Dolly the same. But we are all in the same boat, old and young. I never forget that." They were s... | 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 I sometimes think--But I cannot expect y... | 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?" They left the dining-room closing the door behind them... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. | No speaker | Harrods or the Haymarket Stores,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly.</|quote|>"Everything is sure to be | thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly.</|quote|>"Everything is sure to be there. I am not a | they started out in a brougham. "First of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly.</|quote|>"Everyt... | all was ready. The crisis opened with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Christmas was nearing, and Mrs. Wilcox felt behindhand with the presents. She had taken some more days in bed, and must make up for lost time. Margaret accepted, and at eleven o clock one cheerless morning they started out in a brougham... | settled up immediately. She mistrusted the periods of quiet that are essential to true growth. Desiring to book Mrs. Wilcox as a friend, she pressed on the ceremony, pencil, as it were, in hand, pressing the more because the rest of the family were away, and the opportunity seemed favourable. But the elder woman would ... | have joined in more. For one thing, I m not particularly well just to-day. For another, you younger people move so quickly that it dazes me. Charles is the same, Dolly the same. But we are all in the same boat, old and young. I never forget that." They were silent for a moment. Then, with a newborn emotion, they shook ... | 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... | loathed it, but forgive me by coming again, alone, or by asking me to you." "I am used to young people," said Mrs. Wilcox, and with each word she spoke the outlines of known things grew dim. "I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I ... | Howards End |
"Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page." | Mrs. Wilcox | said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly.<|quote|>"Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page."</|quote|>"Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, writing | Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly.<|quote|>"Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page."</|quote|>"Oh, hooray!" said Ma... | brougham. "First of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly.<|quote|>"Everything is sure to be there. I am ... | opened with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Christmas was nearing, and Mrs. Wilcox felt behindhand with the presents. She had taken some more days in bed, and must make up for lost time. Margaret accepted, and at eleven o clock one cheerless morning they started out in a brougham. "First of all," began Ma... | the periods of quiet that are essential to true growth. Desiring to book Mrs. Wilcox as a friend, she pressed on the ceremony, pencil, as it were, in hand, pressing the more because the rest of the family were away, and the opportunity seemed favourable. But the elder woman would not be hurried. She refused to fit in w... | one thing, I m not particularly well just to-day. For another, you younger people move so quickly that it dazes me. Charles is the same, Dolly the same. But we are all in the same boat, old and young. I never forget that." They were silent for a moment. Then, with a newborn emotion, they shook hands. The conversation c... | 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." "Never mind us or her. D... | the same. But we are all in the same boat, old and young. I never forget that." They were silent for a moment. Then, with a newborn emotion, they shook hands. The conversation ceased suddenly when Margaret re-entered the dining-room; her friends had been talking over her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresti... | Howards End |
"Oh, hooray!" | Margaret | the top of the page."<|quote|>"Oh, hooray!"</|quote|>said Margaret, writing it. "How | write your own name at the top of the page."<|quote|>"Oh, hooray!"</|quote|>said Margaret, writing it. "How very kind of you to | Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page."<|quote|>"Oh, hooray!"</|quote|>said Margaret, writing... | cheerless morning they started out in a brougham. "First of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Every... | seemed favourable. But the elder woman would not be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come all was ready. The crisis opened with ... | They were silent for a moment. Then, with a newborn emotion, they shook hands. The conversation ceased suddenly when Margaret re-entered the dining-room; her friends had been talking over her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresting. CHAPTER X Several days passed. Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory peo... | 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," said a girl opposite, leaning forward and crumbling her bread... | such behaviour--flirting--and if carried far enough it is punishable by law. But no law--not public opinion even--punishes those who coquette with friendship, though the dull ache that they inflict, the sense of misdirected effort and exhaustion, may be as intolerable. Was she one of these? Margaret feared so at first,... | Howards End |
said Margaret, writing it. | No speaker | of the page." "Oh, hooray!"<|quote|>said Margaret, writing it.</|quote|>"How very kind of you | own name at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!"<|quote|>said Margaret, writing it.</|quote|>"How very kind of you to start with me!" But | said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!"<|quote|>said Margaret, writing it.</|quote|>"How very kind... | they started out in a brougham. "First of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to b... | But the elder woman would not be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come all was ready. The crisis opened with a message: Would Mi... | silent for a moment. Then, with a newborn emotion, they shook hands. The conversation ceased suddenly when Margaret re-entered the dining-room; her friends had been talking over her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresting. CHAPTER X Several days passed. Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory people--there... | 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... | London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. "We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and stable at the bottom. We really have. All my friends have. Don t pretend you enjoyed lunch, for you loathed it, but forgive me by coming again, alone, or by asking m... | Howards End |
"How very kind of you to start with me!" | Margaret | hooray!" said Margaret, writing it.<|quote|>"How very kind of you to start with me!"</|quote|>But she did not want | top of the page." "Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, writing it.<|quote|>"How very kind of you to start with me!"</|quote|>But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their | hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, writing it.<|quote|>"How very kind of you to start with me!"</|quot... | a brougham. "First of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a ... | would not be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come all was ready. The crisis opened with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come sho... | Then, with a newborn emotion, they shook hands. The conversation ceased suddenly when Margaret re-entered the dining-room; her friends had been talking over her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresting. CHAPTER X Several days passed. Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory people--there are many of them--wh... | 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 they? I never follow any arg... | am used to young people," said Mrs. Wilcox, and with each word she spoke the outlines of known things grew dim. "I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and onl... | Howards End |
But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expenditure on outsiders; the more compact families do. She did not want to be thought a second Helen, who would snatch presents since she could not snatch youn... | No speaker | you to start with me!"<|quote|>But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expenditure on outsiders; the more compact families do. She did not want to be thought a second Helen, who would snatch presents ... | it. "How very kind of you to start with me!"<|quote|>But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expenditure on outsiders; the more compact families do. She did not want to be thought a second Helen, who ... | not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, writing it. "How very kind of you to start with me!"<|quote|>But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Thei... | make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt ... | with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come all was ready. The crisis opened with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Christmas was nearing, and Mrs. Wilco... | conversation ceased suddenly when Margaret re-entered the dining-room; her friends had been talking over her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresting. CHAPTER X Several days passed. Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory people--there are many of them--who dangle intimacy and then withdraw it? They evoke o... | 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 they? I never follow any arguments. I am only too thankful not to have... | the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and stable at the bottom. We really have. All my friends have. Don t pretend you enjoyed lunch, for you loathed it, but forgive me by coming again, alone, or by asking me to you." "I am used to young people," said Mrs. Wilcox, and with each wo... | Howards End |
"I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not." | Margaret | was best, and she added:<|quote|>"I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not."</|quote|>"Why?" "Because I ve odd | A certain austerity of demeanour was best, and she added:<|quote|>"I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not."</|quote|>"Why?" "Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I | the more compact families do. She did not want to be thought a second Helen, who would snatch presents since she could not snatch young men, nor to be exposed like a second Aunt Juley, to the insults of Charles. A certain austerity of demeanour was best, and she added:<|quote|>"I don t really want a Yuletide gift, thou... | at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, writing it. "How very kind of you to start with me!" But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expenditure on outsiders; the more compact families d... | and at eleven o clock one cheerless morning they started out in a brougham. "First of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox... | carried far enough it is punishable by law. But no law--not public opinion even--punishes those who coquette with friendship, though the dull ache that they inflict, the sense of misdirected effort and exhaustion, may be as intolerable. Was she one of these? Margaret feared so at first, for, with a Londoner s impatienc... | 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." "I don t know, I don t know." "I must be getting back to my overhanging warehouse," said the man. "They ve ... | her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresting. CHAPTER X Several days passed. Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory people--there are many of them--who dangle intimacy and then withdraw it? They evoke our interests and affections, and keep the life of the spirit dawdling round them. Then they withdraw. Whe... | Howards End |
"Why?" | Mrs. Wilcox | fact, I d rather not."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Because I ve odd ideas | a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have | who would snatch presents since she could not snatch young men, nor to be exposed like a second Aunt Juley, to the insults of Charles. A certain austerity of demeanour was best, and she added: "I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Because I ve odd ideas about C... | of you to start with me!" But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expenditure on outsiders; the more compact families do. She did not want to be thought a second Helen, who would snatch presents since... | of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The d... | who coquette with friendship, though the dull ache that they inflict, the sense of misdirected effort and exhaustion, may be as intolerable. Was she one of these? Margaret feared so at first, for, with a Londoner s impatience, she wanted everything to be settled up immediately. She mistrusted the periods of quiet that ... | 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. Wilcox also rose. "Oh, but come upstairs for... | were silent for a moment. Then, with a newborn emotion, they shook hands. The conversation ceased suddenly when Margaret re-entered the dining-room; her friends had been talking over her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresting. CHAPTER X Several days passed. Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory people--... | Howards End |
"Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things." | Margaret | I d rather not." "Why?"<|quote|>"Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things."</|quote|>"I should like to give | Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not." "Why?"<|quote|>"Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things."</|quote|>"I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, | would snatch presents since she could not snatch young men, nor to be exposed like a second Aunt Juley, to the insults of Charles. A certain austerity of demeanour was best, and she added: "I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not." "Why?"<|quote|>"Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Bec... | you to start with me!" But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expenditure on outsiders; the more compact families do. She did not want to be thought a second Helen, who would snatch presents since sh... | all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din ... | coquette with friendship, though the dull ache that they inflict, the sense of misdirected effort and exhaustion, may be as intolerable. Was she one of these? Margaret feared so at first, for, with a Londoner s impatience, she wanted everything to be settled up immediately. She mistrusted the periods of quiet that are ... | 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. Wilcox also rose. "Oh, but come upstairs for a lit... | a moment. Then, with a newborn emotion, they shook hands. The conversation ceased suddenly when Margaret re-entered the dining-room; her friends had been talking over her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresting. CHAPTER X Several days passed. Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory people--there are many o... | Howards End |
"I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." | Mrs. Wilcox | people, but no more things."<|quote|>"I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood."</|quote|>"If that is so," said | can buy. I want more people, but no more things."<|quote|>"I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood."</|quote|>"If ... | Charles. A certain austerity of demeanour was best, and she added: "I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not." "Why?" "Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things."<|quote|>"I should like to give you something worth yo... | divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expenditure on outsiders; the more compact families do. She did not want to be thought a second Helen, who would snatch presents since she could not snatch young men, nor to be exposed like a second Aunt Juley, to the insults of Charles. A certain austerity of demeanour was... | thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your ow... | one of these? Margaret feared so at first, for, with a Londoner s impatience, she wanted everything to be settled up immediately. She mistrusted the periods of quiet that are essential to true growth. Desiring to book Mrs. Wilcox as a friend, she pressed on the ceremony, pencil, as it were, in hand, pressing the more b... | 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 mind his only having two noises? If you must really g... | would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come all was ready. The crisis opened with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Christmas was nearing, and Mrs. Wilcox felt behindhand with the presents. She had taken some more days in bed, and must ma... | Howards End |
"If that is so," | Margaret | am too apt to brood."<|quote|>"If that is so,"</|quote|>said Margaret, "if I have | stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood."<|quote|>"If that is so,"</|quote|>said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use | but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood."<|quote|>"If that is so,"</|quote|>said Margaret, "... | to the insults of Charles. A certain austerity of demeanour was best, and she added: "I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not." "Why?" "Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you somethin... | right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, writing it. "How very kind of you to start with me!" But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the W... | ceremony, pencil, as it were, in hand, pressing the more because the rest of the family were away, and the opportunity seemed favourable. But the elder woman would not be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cu... | 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: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsio... | over her new friend, and had dismissed her as uninteresting. CHAPTER X Several days passed. Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory people--there are many of them--who dangle intimacy and then withdraw it? They evoke our interests and affections, and keep the life of the spirit dawdling round them. Then they withdraw... | Howards End |
said Margaret, | No speaker | brood." "If that is so,"<|quote|>said Margaret,</|quote|>"if I have happened to | I am too apt to brood." "If that is so,"<|quote|>said Margaret,</|quote|>"if I have happened to be of use to you, | "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so,"<|quote|>said Margaret,</|quote|>"if I have happened to... | Charles. A certain austerity of demeanour was best, and she added: "I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not." "Why?" "Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth your acqua... | a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, writing it. "How very kind of you to start with me!" But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent a... | were, in hand, pressing the more because the rest of the family were away, and the opportunity seemed favourable. But the elder woman would not be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or... | 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: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. "We lead the li... | Several days passed. Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory people--there are many of them--who dangle intimacy and then withdraw it? They evoke our interests and affections, and keep the life of the spirit dawdling round them. Then they withdraw. When physical passion is involved, there is a definite name for such ... | Howards End |
"if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." | Margaret | that is so," said Margaret,<|quote|>"if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible."</|quote|>"I suppose not, but one | too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret,<|quote|>"if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible."</|quote|>"I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I | like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret,<|quote|>"if I have happened to be of use to you, ... | certain austerity of demeanour was best, and she added: "I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not." "Why?" "Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Mi... | Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, writing it. "How very kind of you to start with me!" But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expen... | hand, pressing the more because the rest of the family were away, and the opportunity seemed favourable. But the elder woman would not be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps ... | 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: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. "We lead the lives of gibb... | though the dull ache that they inflict, the sense of misdirected effort and exhaustion, may be as intolerable. Was she one of these? Margaret feared so at first, for, with a Londoner s impatience, she wanted everything to be settled up immediately. She mistrusted the periods of quiet that are essential to true growth. ... | Howards End |
"I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." | Mrs. Wilcox | me back with anything tangible."<|quote|>"I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about."</|quote|>Her name remained at the | t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible."<|quote|>"I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about."</|quote|>Her name remained at the head of the list, but | so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible."<|quote|>"I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of so... | not." "Why?" "Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, ... | kind of you to start with me!" But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expenditure on outsiders; the more compact families do. She did not want to be thought a second Helen, who would snatch presents ... | be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come all was ready. The crisis opened with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Chr... | door behind them, and as Mrs. Wilcox buttoned up her jacket, she said: "What an interesting life you all lead in London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. "We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and stable at the bottom. We really have. All my friends... | is involved, there is a definite name for such behaviour--flirting--and if carried far enough it is punishable by law. But no law--not public opinion even--punishes those who coquette with friendship, though the dull ache that they inflict, the sense of misdirected effort and exhaustion, may be as intolerable. Was she ... | Howards End |
Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they alighted it tasted like cold pennies. At times they passed through a clot of grey. Mrs. Wilcox s vitality was low that morning, and it was Margaret who decided on a horse for th... | No speaker | something as we go about."<|quote|>Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they alighted it tasted like cold pennies. At times they passed through a clot of grey. Mrs. Wilcox s vitality was low that morning, and it was Mar... | Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about."<|quote|>Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they alighted it tasted like cold pennies. At times they passed through a clot of grey. Mrs. Wilcox s vitality was low tha... | apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about."<|quote|>Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was writt... | want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, ... | was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expenditure on outsiders; the more compact families do. She did not want to be thought a second Helen, who would snatch presents since she could not snatch young men, nor to be exposed like a second Aunt Juley, to the insults of Ch... | and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come all was ready. The crisis opened with a message: Would Miss Schlegel come shopping? Christmas was nearing, and Mrs. Wilcox felt behindhand with the presents. She had taken some more ... | all lead in London!" "No, we don t," said Margaret, with a sudden revulsion. "We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys. Mrs. Wilcox--really--We have something quiet and stable at the bottom. We really have. All my friends have. Don t pretend you enjoyed lunch, for you loathed it, but forgive me by coming again, alone, or... | of them--who dangle intimacy and then withdraw it? They evoke our interests and affections, and keep the life of the spirit dawdling round them. Then they withdraw. When physical passion is involved, there is a definite name for such behaviour--flirting--and if carried far enough it is punishable by law. But no law--no... | Howards End |
"We always give the servants money." | Mrs. Wilcox | s wife a copper warming-tray.<|quote|>"We always give the servants money."</|quote|>"Yes, do you, yes, much | for that, for the rector s wife a copper warming-tray.<|quote|>"We always give the servants money."</|quote|>"Yes, do you, yes, much easier," replied Margaret but felt | when they alighted it tasted like cold pennies. At times they passed through a clot of grey. Mrs. Wilcox s vitality was low that morning, and it was Margaret who decided on a horse for this little girl, a golliwog for that, for the rector s wife a copper warming-tray.<|quote|>"We always give the servants money."</|quot... | pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they alighted it tasted like cold pennies. At times th... | though. In fact, I d rather not." "Why?" "Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened t... | they started out in a brougham. "First of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to b... | the outlines of known things grew dim. "I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and only wish I could have joined in more. For one thing, I m not particularly w... | though. In fact, I d rather not." "Why?" "Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened t... | Howards End |
"Yes, do you, yes, much easier," | Margaret | always give the servants money."<|quote|>"Yes, do you, yes, much easier,"</|quote|>replied Margaret but felt the | wife a copper warming-tray. "We always give the servants money."<|quote|>"Yes, do you, yes, much easier,"</|quote|>replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen | cold pennies. At times they passed through a clot of grey. Mrs. Wilcox s vitality was low that morning, and it was Margaret who decided on a horse for this little girl, a golliwog for that, for the rector s wife a copper warming-tray. "We always give the servants money."<|quote|>"Yes, do you, yes, much easier,"</|quote... | "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they alighted it tasted like cold pennies. At times they passed through a clot of grey. Mrs... | not." "Why?" "Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, ... | "First of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper... | dim. "I hear a great deal of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and only wish I could have joined in more. For one thing, I m not particularly well just to-day. For another, you ... | in a brougham. "First of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not... | Howards End |
replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a forgotten manger at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin,... | No speaker | do you, yes, much easier,"<|quote|>replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a forgotten manger at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christ... | give the servants money." "Yes, do you, yes, much easier,"<|quote|>replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a forgotten manger at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform,... | through a clot of grey. Mrs. Wilcox s vitality was low that morning, and it was Margaret who decided on a horse for this little girl, a golliwog for that, for the rector s wife a copper warming-tray. "We always give the servants money." "Yes, do you, yes, much easier,"<|quote|>replied Margaret but felt the grotesque im... | like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they alighted it tasted like cold pennies. At times they passed through a clot of grey. Mrs. Wilcox s vitality was low th... | ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from br... | must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your ... | of chatter at home, for we, like you, entertain a great deal. With us it is more sport and politics, but--I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear, and am not pretending, and only wish I could have joined in more. For one thing, I m not particularly well just to-day. For another, you younger people move so qui... | want to be thought a second Helen, who would snatch presents since she could not snatch young men, nor to be exposed like a second Aunt Juley, to the insults of Charles. A certain austerity of demeanour was best, and she added: "I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not." "Why?" "Because I ve... | Howards End |
"No, I do like Christmas on the whole," | Margaret | personality beyond our daily vision.<|quote|>"No, I do like Christmas on the whole,"</|quote|>she announced. "In its clumsy | that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision.<|quote|>"No, I do like Christmas on the whole,"</|quote|>she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace | little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision.<|quote|>"No... | Christian in the accepted sense; she did not believe that God had ever worked among us as a young artisan. These people, or most of them, believed it, and if pressed, would affirm it in words. But the visible signs of their belief were Regent Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little ... | goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of business and self-adve... | so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something ... | periods of quiet that are essential to true growth. Desiring to book Mrs. Wilcox as a friend, she pressed on the ceremony, pencil, as it were, in hand, pressing the more because the rest of the family were away, and the opportunity seemed favourable. But the elder woman would not be hurried. She refused to fit in with ... | during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. ... | Howards End |
she announced. | No speaker | like Christmas on the whole,"<|quote|>she announced.</|quote|>"In its clumsy way, it | daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole,"<|quote|>she announced.</|quote|>"In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. | little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole,"<|quote|>she annou... | believe that God had ever worked among us as a young artisan. These people, or most of them, believed it, and if pressed, would affirm it in words. But the visible signs of their belief were Regent Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate... | according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of business and self-advertisement checked. It was only the occasion of... | and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the... | growth. Desiring to book Mrs. Wilcox as a friend, she pressed on the ceremony, pencil, as it were, in hand, pressing the more because the rest of the family were away, and the opportunity seemed favourable. But the elder woman would not be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussi... | second Helen, who would snatch presents since she could not snatch young men, nor to be exposed like a second Aunt Juley, to the insults of Charles. A certain austerity of demeanour was best, and she added: "I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not." "Why?" "Because I ve odd ideas about Chri... | Howards End |
"In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." | Margaret | on the whole," she announced.<|quote|>"In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year."</|quote|>"Is it? I am only | "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced.<|quote|>"In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year."</|quote|>"Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We | cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced.<|quote|>"In it... | God had ever worked among us as a young artisan. These people, or most of them, believed it, and if pressed, would affirm it in words. But the visible signs of their belief were Regent Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in publ... | subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of business and self-advertisement checked. It was only the occasion of it that stru... | have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of... | to book Mrs. Wilcox as a friend, she pressed on the ceremony, pencil, as it were, in hand, pressing the more because the rest of the family were away, and the opportunity seemed favourable. But the elder woman would not be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and P... | at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little... | Howards End |
"Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." | Mrs. Wilcox | it is clumsier every year."<|quote|>"Is it? I am only used to country Christmases."</|quote|>"We are usually in London, | Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year."<|quote|>"Is it? I am only used to country Christmases."</|quote|>"We are usually in London, and play the game with | life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year."<|quote|>"Is it? I am only used t... | it, and if pressed, would affirm it in words. But the visible signs of their belief were Regent Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror ... | had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of business and self-advertisement checked. It was only the occasion of it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tired shop-assistants realised... | "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air w... | hand, pressing the more because the rest of the family were away, and the opportunity seemed favourable. But the elder woman would not be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps ... | that morning, and it was Margaret who decided on a horse for this little girl, a golliwog for that, for the rector s wife a copper warming-tray. "We always give the servants money." "Yes, do you, yes, much easier," replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a forgot... | Howards End |
"We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the cand... | Margaret | only used to country Christmases."<|quote|>"We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the powd... | year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases."<|quote|>"We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put ... | intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases."<|quote|>"We are usually in London, an... | But the visible signs of their belief were Regent Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that al... | the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of business and self-advertisement checked. It was only the occasion of it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tired shop-assistants realised that it was a divine event that drew them togeth... | you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they alighted it ... | family were away, and the opportunity seemed favourable. But the elder woman would not be hurried. She refused to fit in with the Wickham Place set, or to reopen discussion of Helen and Paul, whom Margaret would have utilised as a short-cut. She took her time, or perhaps let time take her, and when the crisis did come ... | that morning, and it was Margaret who decided on a horse for this little girl, a golliwog for that, for the rector s wife a copper warming-tray. "We always give the servants money." "Yes, do you, yes, much easier," replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a forgot... | Howards End |
"You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" | Mrs. Wilcox | made of crumpled brown paper."<|quote|>"You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?"</|quote|>"Yes, in two or three | a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper."<|quote|>"You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?"</|quote|>"Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. | the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper."<|quote|>"You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. T... | with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass b... | Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our d... | always give the servants money." "Yes, do you, yes, much easier," replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a forgotten manger at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, ... | started out in a brougham. "First of all," began Margaret, "we must make a list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be the... | to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they alighted ... | Howards End |
"Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." | Margaret | are you leaving Wickham Place?"<|quote|>"Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must."</|quote|>"Have you been there long?" | next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?"<|quote|>"Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must."</|quote|>"Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will | in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?"<|quote|>"Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expir... | by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of cour... | food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its c... | felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a forgotten manger at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, accord... | list and tick off the people s names. My aunt always does, and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quit... | be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they... | Howards End |
"Have you been there long?" | Mrs. Wilcox | the lease expires. We must."<|quote|>"Have you been there long?"</|quote|>"All our lives." "You will | two or three years, when the lease expires. We must."<|quote|>"Have you been there long?"</|quote|>"All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave | small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must."<|quote|>"Have you been there long?"</|quote|>"Al... | drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; t... | the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every ye... | issuing from a forgotten manger at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the... | and this fog may thicken up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, ... | their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. ... | Howards End |
"All our lives." | Margaret | "Have you been there long?"<|quote|>"All our lives."</|quote|>"You will be very sorry | the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?"<|quote|>"All our lives."</|quote|>"You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose | t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?"<|quote|>"All our lives."</|quote|>"You will be v... | that. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of ... | private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used t... | at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little... | up any moment. Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name a... | your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but... | Howards End |
"You will be very sorry to leave it." | Mrs. Wilcox | there long?" "All our lives."<|quote|>"You will be very sorry to leave it."</|quote|>"I suppose so. We scarcely | We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives."<|quote|>"You will be very sorry to leave it."</|quote|>"I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" | it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives."<|quote|>"You will be very sorry to leave ... | the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landsca... | holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christma... | torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little red devils, who h... | Have you any ideas?" "I thought we would go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of th... | and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of business and self-advertisement checked. It was only the occasion of it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tir... | Howards End |
"I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" | Margaret | very sorry to leave it."<|quote|>"I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--"</|quote|>She broke off, for they | our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it."<|quote|>"I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--"</|quote|>She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department | of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it."<|quote|>"I suppose so. We scarcely realis... | curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spo... | and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with ... | besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas... | go to Harrods or the Haymarket Stores," said Mrs. Wilcox rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, wri... | give the servants money." "Yes, do you, yes, much easier," replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a forgotten manger at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited... | Howards End |
She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. | No speaker | realise it yet. My father--"<|quote|>She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards.</|quote|>"If possible, something distinctive," she | "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--"<|quote|>She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards.</|quote|>"If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she | of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--"<|quote|>She broke off, for they had reached th... | behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickha... | our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy ... | "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of bu... | rather hopelessly. "Everything is sure to be there. I am not a good shopper. The din is so confusing, and your aunt is quite right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, writing it. "How very kind of you to start with me!" But she... | saw issuing from a forgotten manger at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded... | Howards End |
"If possible, something distinctive," | Mrs. Wilcox | order some private greeting cards.<|quote|>"If possible, something distinctive,"</|quote|>she sighed. At the counter | and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards.<|quote|>"If possible, something distinctive,"</|quote|>she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent | "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards.<|quote|>"If possible, something d... | small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "Yo... | oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well ... | pantomime, and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of business and self-advertisement checked. It was only the occasion of it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shopp... | right--one ought to make a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, writing it. "How very kind of you to start with me!" But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the W... | personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy m... | Howards End |
she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. | No speaker | cards. "If possible, something distinctive,"<|quote|>she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time.</|quote|>"My husband and our daughter | to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive,"<|quote|>she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time.</|quote|>"My husband and our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, | long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive,"<|quote|>she sigh... | don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to ... | every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put th... | devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of business and self-advertisement checked. It was only the occasion of it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tired shop-assista... | a list. Take my notebook, then, and write your own name at the top of the page." "Oh, hooray!" said Margaret, writing it. "How very kind of you to start with me!" But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent a... | It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only ... | Howards End |
"Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" | Mrs. Wilcox | and our daughter are motoring."<|quote|>"Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!"</|quote|>Margaret, though not practical, could | wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring."<|quote|>"Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!"</|quote|>Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as | the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring."<|... | are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores,... | dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-cl... | It was only the occasion of it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tired shop-assistants realised that it was a divine event that drew them together? She realised it, though standing outside in the matter. She was not a Christian in the accepted sense; she did not believe... | start with me!" But she did not want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expenditure on outsiders; the more compact families do. She did not want to be thought a second Helen, who would snatch presents since she could... | s vitality was low that morning, and it was Margaret who decided on a horse for this little girl, a golliwog for that, for the rector s wife a copper warming-tray. "We always give the servants money." "Yes, do you, yes, much easier," replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw is... | Howards End |
Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then... | No speaker | Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!"<|quote|>Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and co... | daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!"<|quote|>Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she w... | and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!"<|quote... | two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some pri... | and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has t... | that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tired shop-assistants realised that it was a divine event that drew them together? She realised it, though standing outside in the matter. She was not a Christian in the accepted sense; she did not believe that God had ever worked among... | want to receive anything expensive. Their acquaintance was singular rather than intimate, and she divined that the Wilcox clan would resent any expenditure on outsiders; the more compact families do. She did not want to be thought a second Helen, who would snatch presents since she could not snatch young men, nor to be... | and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of business and self-advertisement checked. It was only the occasion of it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tir... | Howards End |
"Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." | Mrs. Wilcox | booking the order, she said:<|quote|>"Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion."</|quote|>They returned to the carriage | just as the assistant was booking the order, she said:<|quote|>"Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion."</|quote|>They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they | they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said:<|quote|>"Do you kn... | something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they t... | the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be v... | most of them, believed it, and if pressed, would affirm it in words. But the visible signs of their belief were Regent Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life tha... | insults of Charles. A certain austerity of demeanour was best, and she added: "I don t really want a Yuletide gift, though. In fact, I d rather not." "Why?" "Because I ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth... | money." "Yes, do you, yes, much easier," replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a forgotten manger at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our ... | Howards End |
They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, | No speaker | to get Evie s opinion."<|quote|>They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said,</|quote|>"But couldn t you get | and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion."<|quote|>They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said,</|quote|>"But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your | like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion."<|quote|>They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when th... | "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, ... | are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores,... | little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the who... | ve odd ideas about Christmas. Because I have all that money can buy. I want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me ... | and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-ro... | Howards End |
"But couldn t you get it renewed?" | Mrs. Wilcox | they were in, she said,<|quote|>"But couldn t you get it renewed?"</|quote|>"I beg your pardon?" asked | carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said,<|quote|>"But couldn t you get it renewed?"</|quote|>"I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." | booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said,<|quote|>"But couldn t you get it renewed?"</|quote|>"I beg your pardon?... | such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, ... | expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, ... | who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is... | want more people, but no more things." "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, ... | "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor chil... | Howards End |
"I beg your pardon?" | Margaret | t you get it renewed?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. "The lease, I | in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have | know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean.... | she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On sec... | long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At t... | is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only use... | "I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you... | you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," s... | Howards End |
asked Margaret. | No speaker | renewed?" "I beg your pardon?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"The lease, I mean." "Oh, | couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been | On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease!... | volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll ... | "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a f... | holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christma... | give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t k... | pressed, would affirm it in words. But the visible signs of their belief were Regent Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity... | Howards End |
"The lease, I mean." | Mrs. Wilcox | beg your pardon?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"The lease, I mean."</|quote|>"Oh, the lease! Have you | you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"The lease, I mean."</|quote|>"Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all | thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"The lease, I mean."</|quote|>"Oh, the lease! Have you ... | specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. Ther... | be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, ben... | the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We ... | something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you ... | clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a po... | Howards End |
"Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" | Margaret | Margaret. "The lease, I mean."<|quote|>"Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!"</|quote|>"Surely something could be done." | "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean."<|quote|>"Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!"</|quote|>"Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too | There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean."<|quote|>"Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the ... | one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn ... | leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same err... | personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, a... | Miss Schlegel, in memory of your kindness to me during my lonely fortnight. It has so happened that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything ta... | very well for that. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside... | Howards End |
"Surely something could be done." | Mrs. Wilcox | How very kind of you!"<|quote|>"Surely something could be done."</|quote|>"No; values have risen too | of that all the time? How very kind of you!"<|quote|>"Surely something could be done."</|quote|>"No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull | s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!"<|quote|>"Surely something could be done."</|quote|>"No... | a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when ... | had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are ... | do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, fol... | that I have been left alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go abo... | I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, f... | Howards End |
"No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." | Margaret | "Surely something could be done."<|quote|>"No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours."</|quote|>"But how horrible!" "Landlords are | How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done."<|quote|>"No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours."</|quote|>"But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: | the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done."<|quote|>"No; values have risen too enormously. Th... | could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "... | of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, wh... | whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree a... | alone, and you have stopped me from brooding. I am too apt to brood." "If that is so," said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained... | clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, wi... | Howards End |
"But how horrible!" | Mrs. Wilcox | and build flats like yours."<|quote|>"But how horrible!"</|quote|>"Landlords are horrible." Then she | to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours."<|quote|>"But how horrible!"</|quote|>"Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrous, | "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours."<|quote|>"But how horrible!"</|quote|>"... | know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease!... | she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through ... | every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put th... | said Margaret, "if I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to ... | it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tired shop-assistants realised that it was a divine event that drew them together? She realised it, though standing outside in the matter. She was not a Christian in the accepted sense; she did not believe that God had ever worked am... | Howards End |
"Landlords are horrible." | Margaret | like yours." "But how horrible!"<|quote|>"Landlords are horrible."</|quote|>Then she said vehemently: "It | Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!"<|quote|>"Landlords are horrible."</|quote|>Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it | pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!"<|quote|>"Landlords are horribl... | wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you b... | the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of spe... | it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the pow... | I have happened to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was w... | the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring." "... | Howards End |
Then she said vehemently: | No speaker | how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible."<|quote|>Then she said vehemently:</|quote|>"It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; | build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible."<|quote|>Then she said vehemently:</|quote|>"It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I | "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible."<|quote|>Then she said vehemen... | thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of ... | found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and... | only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the powder-close... | to be of use to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when t... | oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well ... | Howards End |
"It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be righ... | Mrs. Wilcox | horrible." Then she said vehemently:<|quote|>"It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor g... | "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently:<|quote|>"It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. ... | "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently:<|quote|>"It is monstrous... | There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? Ho... | on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mr... | Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain... | to you, which I didn t know, you cannot pay me back with anything tangible." "I suppose not, but one would like to. Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about." Her name remained at the head of the list, but nothing was written opposite it. They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they alighted ... | daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinn... | Howards End |
Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. | No speaker | dear, I am so sorry."<|quote|>Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria.</|quote|>"Howards End was nearly pulled | where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry."<|quote|>Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria.</|quote|>"Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have | parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry."<|quote|>Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had be... | pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it ou... | assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" a... | tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" ... | low that morning, and it was Margaret who decided on a horse for this little girl, a golliwog for that, for the rector s wife a copper warming-tray. "We always give the servants money." "Yes, do you, yes, much easier," replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a fo... | Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there,... | Howards End |
"Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." | Mrs. Wilcox | and was inclined to hysteria.<|quote|>"Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me."</|quote|>"I--Howards End must be a | been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria.<|quote|>"Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me."</|quote|>"I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. | rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria.<|quote|>"Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It... | is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, i... | s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very... | sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise i... | for the rector s wife a copper warming-tray. "We always give the servants money." "Yes, do you, yes, much easier," replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a forgotten manger at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides th... | It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only ... | Howards End |
"I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." | Margaret | It would have killed me."<|quote|>"I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another."</|quote|>"So you think." "Again my | was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me."<|quote|>"I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another."</|quote|>"So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppo... | if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me."<|quote|>"I--Howards End must be a very different house to o... | that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My de... | able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No... | your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationer... | servants money." "Yes, do you, yes, much easier," replied Margaret but felt the grotesque impact of the unseen upon the seen, and saw issuing from a forgotten manger at Bethlehem this torrent of coins and toys. Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "... | with songs from Helen. The drawing-room does very well for that. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the prese... | Howards End |
"So you think." | Mrs. Wilcox | We shall easily find another."<|quote|>"So you think."</|quote|>"Again my lack of experience, | is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another."<|quote|>"So you think."</|quote|>"Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing | to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another."<|quote|>"So you think."</|quote|>"Again my l... | I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It... | mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrous,... | to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same ... | Vulgarity reigned. Public-houses, besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little red devils, who had come in again that year,... | cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plent... | Howards End |
"Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" | Margaret | find another." "So you think."<|quote|>"Again my lack of experience, I suppose!"</|quote|>said Margaret, easing away from | London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think."<|quote|>"Again my lack of experience, I suppose!"</|quote|>said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t | End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think."<|quote|>"Again my lack of experience, I suppose!"<... | die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have kil... | lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; ... | "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and co... | besides their usual exhortation against temperance reform, invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas... | they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and buil... | Howards End |
said Margaret, easing away from the subject. | No speaker | lack of experience, I suppose!"<|quote|>said Margaret, easing away from the subject.</|quote|>"I can t say anything | "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!"<|quote|>said Margaret, easing away from the subject.</|quote|>"I can t say anything when you take up that | would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!"<|quote|>said Margaret, easing away from the ... | call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very ... | all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that thi... | yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting mu... | invited men to "Join our Christmas goose club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish t... | a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You s... | Howards End |
"I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" | Margaret | easing away from the subject.<|quote|>"I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--"</|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox would not be | experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject.<|quote|>"I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--"</|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox w... | be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject.<|quote|>"I can t say anything when you take... | t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of our... | you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pi... | they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter... | club"--one bottle of gin, etc., or two, according to subscription. A poster of a woman in tights heralded the Christmas pantomime, and little red devils, who had come in again that year, were prevalent upon the Christmas-cards. Margaret was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of business and self-advertisem... | I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrou... | Howards End |
Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred. | No speaker | for my age, but incapable--"<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred.</|quote|>"Come down with me to | ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--"<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred.</|quote|>"Come down with me to Howards End now," she said, | lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--"<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox wo... | nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, e... | Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die... | and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspecti... | was no morbid idealist. She did not wish this spate of business and self-advertisement checked. It was only the occasion of it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tired shop-assistants realised that it was a divine event that drew them together? She realised it, though st... | rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. M... | Howards End |
"Come down with me to Howards End now," | Mrs. Wilcox | Wilcox would not be deterred.<|quote|>"Come down with me to Howards End now,"</|quote|>she said, more vehemently than | my age, but incapable--" Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred.<|quote|>"Come down with me to Howards End now,"</|quote|>she said, more vehemently than ever. "I want you to | Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred.<|quote|>"Come down with ... | have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I ca... | had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were... | much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original... | not wish this spate of business and self-advertisement checked. It was only the occasion of it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tired shop-assistants realised that it was a divine event that drew them together? She realised it, though standing outside in the matter. Sh... | Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I b... | Howards End |
she said, more vehemently than ever. | No speaker | me to Howards End now,"<|quote|>she said, more vehemently than ever.</|quote|>"I want you to see | be deterred. "Come down with me to Howards End now,"<|quote|>she said, more vehemently than ever.</|quote|>"I want you to see it. You have never seen | t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred. "Come down with me to Howards End now,"<|quote|>she said, more vehement... | very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line... | you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margare... | motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred ... | checked. It was only the occasion of it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tired shop-assistants realised that it was a divine event that drew them together? She realised it, though standing outside in the matter. She was not a Christian in the accepted sense; she did no... | I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all t... | Howards End |
"I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully." | Mrs. Wilcox | said, more vehemently than ever.<|quote|>"I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully."</|quote|>Margaret glanced at the pitiless | to Howards End now," she said, more vehemently than ever.<|quote|>"I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully."</|quote|>Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the | up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred. "Come down with me to Howards End now," she said, more vehemently than ever.<|quote|>"I want you to ... | are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see... | the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to s... | a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficientl... | of it that struck her with amazement annually. How many of these vacillating shoppers and tired shop-assistants realised that it was a divine event that drew them together? She realised it, though standing outside in the matter. She was not a Christian in the accepted sense; she did not believe that God had ever worked... | very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that this was hanging over... | Howards End |
Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion. | No speaker | do put things so wonderfully."<|quote|>Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion.</|quote|>"Later on I should love | say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully."<|quote|>Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion.</|quote|>"Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it | age, but incapable--" Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred. "Come down with me to Howards End now," she said, more vehemently than ever. "I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully."<|quote|>Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the t... | think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" Mrs.... | rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would h... | for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t th... | together? She realised it, though standing outside in the matter. She was not a Christian in the accepted sense; she did not believe that God had ever worked among us as a young artisan. These people, or most of them, believed it, and if pressed, would affirm it in words. But the visible signs of their belief were Rege... | "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, ... | Howards End |
"Later on I should love it," | Margaret | tired face of her companion.<|quote|>"Later on I should love it,"</|quote|>she continued, "but it s | air and then at the tired face of her companion.<|quote|>"Later on I should love it,"</|quote|>she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such | End now," she said, more vehemently than ever. "I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully." Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion.<|quote|>"Later on I should love it,"</|quote|>she continued, "but i... | "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred. "Come down with me to Howards End now," she said, more vehementl... | t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of our... | order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths;... | in the accepted sense; she did not believe that God had ever worked among us as a young artisan. These people, or most of them, believed it, and if pressed, would affirm it in words. But the visible signs of their belief were Regent Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooke... | had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were... | Howards End |
she continued, | No speaker | on I should love it,"<|quote|>she continued,</|quote|>"but it s hardly the | face of her companion. "Later on I should love it,"<|quote|>she continued,</|quote|>"but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, | than ever. "I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully." Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion. "Later on I should love it,"<|quote|>she continued,</|quote|>"but it s hardly the weather for such an e... | you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred. "Come down with me to Howards End now," she said, more vehemently than ever. "I want you to... | they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing ... | could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "... | not believe that God had ever worked among us as a young artisan. These people, or most of them, believed it, and if pressed, would affirm it in words. But the visible signs of their belief were Regent Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadeq... | you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and... | Howards End |
"but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" | Margaret | should love it," she continued,<|quote|>"but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?"</|quote|>She received no answer. Mrs. | her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued,<|quote|>"but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?"</|quote|>She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. | "I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully." Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued,<|quote|>"but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ou... | up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred. "Come down with me to Howards End now," she said, more vehemently than ever. "I want you to see it. ... | born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctiv... | be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do you know, I ll wait. On second thoughts, I ll wait. There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t... | that God had ever worked among us as a young artisan. These people, or most of them, believed it, and if pressed, would affirm it in words. But the visible signs of their belief were Regent Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in... | been there long?" "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she s... | Howards End |
She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. | No speaker | the house shut up, too?"<|quote|>She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed.</|quote|>"Might I come some other | we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?"<|quote|>She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed.</|quote|>"Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward | wonderfully." Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?"<|quote|>She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to ... | my age, but incapable--" Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred. "Come down with me to Howards End now," she said, more vehemently than ever. "I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully." Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired ... | hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I... | There s plenty of time still, isn t there, and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? Ho... | words. But the visible signs of their belief were Regent Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and ... | and I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something coul... | Howards End |
"Might I come some other day?" | Margaret | Wilcox appeared to be annoyed.<|quote|>"Might I come some other day?"</|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and | She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed.<|quote|>"Might I come some other day?"</|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass. "Back to | the tired face of her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed.<|quote|>"Might I come some other day?"</|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox... | "Come down with me to Howards End now," she said, more vehemently than ever. "I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully." Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion. "Later on I should love it," she cont... | have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I ca... | I shall be able to get Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be... | Street or Drury Lane, a little mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our d... | order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same errand, and conversed with her insipidly, wasting much time. "My husband and our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, ... | Howards End |
Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass. | No speaker | I come some other day?"<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass.</|quote|>"Back to Wickham Place, please!" | appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?"<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass.</|quote|>"Back to Wickham Place, please!" was her order to the | "Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?"<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass.</|quot... | End now," she said, more vehemently than ever. "I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully." Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the we... | be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that... | Evie s opinion." They returned to the carriage by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values hav... | mud displaced, a little money spent, a little food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Chr... | parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overt... | Howards End |
"Back to Wickham Place, please!" | Mrs. Wilcox | forward and tapped the glass.<|quote|>"Back to Wickham Place, please!"</|quote|>was her order to the | other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass.<|quote|>"Back to Wickham Place, please!"</|quote|>was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed. | "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass.<|quote|>"Back to Wickham Place, please!"</|quote|>was her ... | "I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully." Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to s... | are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see... | by devious paths; when they were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down ... | food cooked, eaten, and forgotten. Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its c... | this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would order a hundred like that, and could never be sufficiently grateful. Then, just as the assistant was booking the order, she said: "Do yo... | Howards End |
was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed. | No speaker | "Back to Wickham Place, please!"<|quote|>was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed.</|quote|>"A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, | forward and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!"<|quote|>was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed.</|quote|>"A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help." "Not | weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!"<|quote|>was her order to the coachman. Margare... | it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully." Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fre... | there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me-... | were in, she said, "But couldn t you get it renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build fla... | Inadequate. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace a... | "All our lives." "You will be very sorry to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the coun... | Howards End |
"A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help." | Mrs. Wilcox | coachman. Margaret had been snubbed.<|quote|>"A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help."</|quote|>"Not at all." "It is | was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed.<|quote|>"A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help."</|quote|>"Not at all." "It is such a comfort to get | when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!" was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed.<|quote|>"A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel,... | what you say about it, for you do put things so wonderfully." Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She rece... | is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Ve... | renewed?" "I beg your pardon?" asked Margaret. "The lease, I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlor... | It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only ... | people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are... | Howards End |
"Not at all." | Margaret | Schlegel, for all your help."<|quote|>"Not at all."</|quote|>"It is such a comfort | snubbed. "A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help."<|quote|>"Not at all."</|quote|>"It is such a comfort to get the presents off | up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!" was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed. "A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help."<|quote|>"Not at all."</|qu... | things so wonderfully." Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared t... | another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but... | I mean." "Oh, the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrou... | to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually... | to leave it." "I suppose so. We scarcely realise it yet. My father--" She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards. "If possible, something distinctive," she sighed. At the counter she found a friend, bent on the same ... | Howards End |
"It is such a comfort to get the presents off my mind--the Christmas-cards especially. I do admire your choice." | Mrs. Wilcox | your help." "Not at all."<|quote|>"It is such a comfort to get the presents off my mind--the Christmas-cards especially. I do admire your choice."</|quote|>It was her turn to | thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help." "Not at all."<|quote|>"It is such a comfort to get the presents off my mind--the Christmas-cards especially. I do admire your choice."</|quote|>It was her turn to receive no answer. In her | received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!" was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed. "A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help." "Not at all."<|quote|>"It is such a comf... | Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I c... | think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" Mrs.... | the lease! Have you been thinking of that all the time? How very kind of you!" "Surely something could be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrous, Miss Schleg... | intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision. "No, I do like Christmas on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play t... | our daughter are motoring." "Bertha, too? Oh, fancy, what a coincidence!" Margaret, though not practical, could shine in such company as this. While they talked, she went through a volume of specimen cards, and submitted one for Mrs. Wilcox s inspection. Mrs. Wilcox was delighted--so original, words so sweet; she would... | Howards End |
It was her turn to receive no answer. In her turn Margaret became annoyed. | No speaker | I do admire your choice."<|quote|>It was her turn to receive no answer. In her turn Margaret became annoyed.</|quote|>"My husband and Evie will | off my mind--the Christmas-cards especially. I do admire your choice."<|quote|>It was her turn to receive no answer. In her turn Margaret became annoyed.</|quote|>"My husband and Evie will be back the day after | and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!" was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed. "A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help." "Not at all." "It is such a comfort to get the presents off my mind--the Christmas-cards especially. I do admire your choice."<|quote|>It was her turn t... | love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!" ... | anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred. "Come down with me to Howards End now," she said, more vehemently than ever. ... | be done." "No; values have risen too enormously. They mean to pull down Wickham Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my h... | on the whole," she announced. "In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas... | you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" ... | Howards End |
"My husband and Evie will be back the day after to-morrow. That is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their tour short, the weather is so bad, and the police-traps have been so bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey. Ours is su... | Mrs. Wilcox | her turn Margaret became annoyed.<|quote|>"My husband and Evie will be back the day after to-morrow. That is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their tour short, the weather is so bad, and the police-traps have been so b... | to receive no answer. In her turn Margaret became annoyed.<|quote|>"My husband and Evie will be back the day after to-morrow. That is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their tour short, the weather is so bad, and the po... | coachman. Margaret had been snubbed. "A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help." "Not at all." "It is such a comfort to get the presents off my mind--the Christmas-cards especially. I do admire your choice." It was her turn to receive no answer. In her turn Margaret became annoyed.<|quote|>"My husband and Ev... | and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!" was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed. "A thousand thanks, ... | myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" Mrs. Wilcox would not be deterred. "Come down with me to Howards End now," she said, more vehemently than ever. "I want you to see it. You have never seen it. I want to hear what yo... | Place, and build flats like yours." "But how horrible!" "Landlords are horrible." Then she said vehemently: "It is monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allow... | Goodwill. But oh, it is clumsier every year." "Is it? I am only used to country Christmases." "We are usually in London, and play the game with vigour--carols at the Abbey, clumsy midday meal, clumsy dinner for the maids, followed by Christmas-tree and dancing of poor children, with songs from Helen. The drawing-room d... | about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfis... | Howards End |
"Why?" | Margaret | should be treated like road-hogs."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Well, naturally he--he isn t | it particularly hard that they should be treated like road-hogs."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog." "He was exceeding | through nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their tour short, the weather is so bad, and the police-traps have been so bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey. Ours is such a careful chauffeur, and my husband feels it particularly hard that they should be treated like road-hogs."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Well, natura... | Christmas-cards especially. I do admire your choice." It was her turn to receive no answer. In her turn Margaret became annoyed. "My husband and Evie will be back the day after to-morrow. That is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, and now he writes that the... | of her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the gla... | if people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We ... | it looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place... | had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if people mayn t die in the room where they were... | Howards End |
"Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog." | Mrs. Wilcox | be treated like road-hogs." "Why?"<|quote|>"Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog."</|quote|>"He was exceeding the speed-limit, | particularly hard that they should be treated like road-hogs." "Why?"<|quote|>"Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog."</|quote|>"He was exceeding the speed-limit, I conclude. He must expect | nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their tour short, the weather is so bad, and the police-traps have been so bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey. Ours is such a careful chauffeur, and my husband feels it particularly hard that they should be treated like road-hogs." "Why?"<|quote|>"Well, naturally he--he isn t ... | especially. I do admire your choice." It was her turn to receive no answer. In her turn Margaret became annoyed. "My husband and Evie will be back the day after to-morrow. That is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their... | her companion. "Later on I should love it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass.... | people mayn t die in the room where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are... | looks quite pretty. I wish we might have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" ... | think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite the ingenue. Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age, but incapable--" Mrs.... | Howards End |
"He was exceeding the speed-limit, I conclude. He must expect to suffer with the lower animals." | Margaret | he--he isn t a road-hog."<|quote|>"He was exceeding the speed-limit, I conclude. He must expect to suffer with the lower animals."</|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox was silenced. In | like road-hogs." "Why?" "Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog."<|quote|>"He was exceeding the speed-limit, I conclude. He must expect to suffer with the lower animals."</|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox was silenced. In growing discomfort they drove homewards. | must cut their tour short, the weather is so bad, and the police-traps have been so bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey. Ours is such a careful chauffeur, and my husband feels it particularly hard that they should be treated like road-hogs." "Why?" "Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog."<|quote|>"He was exceeding the sp... | was her turn to receive no answer. In her turn Margaret became annoyed. "My husband and Evie will be back the day after to-morrow. That is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their tour short, the weather is so bad, and t... | it," she continued, "but it s hardly the weather for such an expedition, and we ought to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!" was h... | where they were born? My dear, I am so sorry." Margaret did not know what to say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is no... | have a powder-closet in our next house. Of course, the tree has to be very small, and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when th... | As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We shall easily find another." "So you think." "Again my lack of experience, I suppose!" said Margaret, easing away from the subject. "I can t say anything when you take up that line, Mrs. Wilcox. I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch. Quite ... | Howards End |
Mrs. Wilcox was silenced. In growing discomfort they drove homewards. The city seemed Satanic, the narrower streets oppressing like the galleries of a mine. No harm was done by the fog to trade, for it lay high, and the lighted windows of the shops were thronged with customers. It was rather a darkening of the spirit w... | No speaker | suffer with the lower animals."<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox was silenced. In growing discomfort they drove homewards. The city seemed Satanic, the narrower streets oppressing like the galleries of a mine. No harm was done by the fog to trade, for it lay high, and the lighted windows of the shops were thronged with customers. I... | conclude. He must expect to suffer with the lower animals."<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox was silenced. In growing discomfort they drove homewards. The city seemed Satanic, the narrower streets oppressing like the galleries of a mine. No harm was done by the fog to trade, for it lay high, and the lighted windows of the shops wer... | bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey. Ours is such a careful chauffeur, and my husband feels it particularly hard that they should be treated like road-hogs." "Why?" "Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog." "He was exceeding the speed-limit, I conclude. He must expect to suffer with the lower animals."<|quote|>Mrs. Wilcox... | Evie will be back the day after to-morrow. That is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their tour short, the weather is so bad, and the police-traps have been so bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey. Ours is such a careful cha... | to start when we re fresh. Isn t the house shut up, too?" She received no answer. Mrs. Wilcox appeared to be annoyed. "Might I come some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!" was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed. "A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel... | say. Mrs. Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping, and was inclined to hysteria. "Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would have killed me." "I--Howards End must be a very different house to ours. We are fond of ours, but there is nothing distinctive about it. As you saw, it is an ordinary London house. We sh... | and the presents don t hang on it. No; the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper." "You spoke of your next house, Miss Schlegel. Then are you leaving Wickham Place?" "Yes, in two or three years, when the lease expires. We must." "Have you been there long?" "All our lives." "You will ... | monstrous, Miss Schlegel; it isn t right. I had no idea that this was hanging over you. I do pity you from the bottom of my heart. To be parted from your house, your father s house--it oughtn t to be allowed. It is worse than dying. I would rather die than--Oh, poor girls! Can what they call civilisation be right, if p... | Howards End |
"I will come if I still may," | Margaret | saluted her and thanked her.<|quote|>"I will come if I still may,"</|quote|>said Margaret, laughing nervously. "You | a grave and happy voice saluted her and thanked her.<|quote|>"I will come if I still may,"</|quote|>said Margaret, laughing nervously. "You are coming to sleep, dear, | sight, a second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minutes. She took a ticket, asking in her agitation for a single. As she did so, a grave and happy voice saluted her and thanked her.<|quote|>"I will come if I still may,"</|quote|>said Margaret, laughing... | that the escapade was important, though it would have puzzled her to say why. There was question of imprisonment and escape, and though she did not know the time of the train, she strained her eyes for St. Pancras s clock. Then the clock of King s Cross swung into sight, a second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab ... | She had heard more than enough about it in the summer. The nine windows, the vine, and the wych-elm had no pleasant connections for her, and she would have preferred to spend the afternoon at a concert. But imagination triumphed. While her brother held forth she determined to go, at whatever cost, and to compel Mrs. Wi... | As the glass doors closed on it she had the sense of an imprisonment The beautiful head disappeared first, still buried in the muff; the long trailing skirt followed. A woman of undefinable rarity was going up heavenward, like a specimen in a bottle. And into what a heaven--a vault as of hell, sooty black, from which s... | some other day?" Mrs. Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!" was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed. "A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help." "Not at all." "It is such a comfort to get the presents off my mind--the Christmas-cards especially. I do admi... | the invisible. She discerned that Mrs. Wilcox, though a loving wife and mother, had only one passion in life--her house--and that the moment was solemn when she invited a friend to share this passion with her. To answer "another day" was to answer as a fool. "Another day" will do for brick and mortar, but not for the H... | Howards End |
said Margaret, laughing nervously. | No speaker | come if I still may,"<|quote|>said Margaret, laughing nervously.</|quote|>"You are coming to sleep, | and thanked her. "I will come if I still may,"<|quote|>said Margaret, laughing nervously.</|quote|>"You are coming to sleep, dear, too. It is in | sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minutes. She took a ticket, asking in her agitation for a single. As she did so, a grave and happy voice saluted her and thanked her. "I will come if I still may,"<|quote|>said Margaret, laughing nervously.</|quote|>"You are coming to sleep, ... | would have puzzled her to say why. There was question of imprisonment and escape, and though she did not know the time of the train, she strained her eyes for St. Pancras s clock. Then the clock of King s Cross swung into sight, a second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train f... | it in the summer. The nine windows, the vine, and the wych-elm had no pleasant connections for her, and she would have preferred to spend the afternoon at a concert. But imagination triumphed. While her brother held forth she determined to go, at whatever cost, and to compel Mrs. Wilcox to go, too. When lunch was over ... | she had the sense of an imprisonment The beautiful head disappeared first, still buried in the muff; the long trailing skirt followed. A woman of undefinable rarity was going up heavenward, like a specimen in a bottle. And into what a heaven--a vault as of hell, sooty black, from which soot descended! At lunch her brot... | and tapped the glass. "Back to Wickham Place, please!" was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed. "A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help." "Not at all." "It is such a comfort to get the presents off my mind--the Christmas-cards especially. I do admire your choice." It was her turn to receiv... | Her own curiosity was slight. She had heard more than enough about it in the summer. The nine windows, the vine, and the wych-elm had no pleasant connections for her, and she would have preferred to spend the afternoon at a concert. But imagination triumphed. While her brother held forth she determined to go, at whatev... | Howards End |
"You are coming to sleep, dear, too. It is in the morning that my house is most beautiful. You are coming to stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs" | Mrs. Wilcox | may," said Margaret, laughing nervously.<|quote|>"You are coming to sleep, dear, too. It is in the morning that my house is most beautiful. You are coming to stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs"</|quote|>"--she pointed at the station | will come if I still may," said Margaret, laughing nervously.<|quote|>"You are coming to sleep, dear, too. It is in the morning that my house is most beautiful. You are coming to stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs"</|quote|>"--she pointed at the station roof--" "never spread far. I | drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minutes. She took a ticket, asking in her agitation for a single. As she did so, a grave and happy voice saluted her and thanked her. "I will come if I still may," said Margaret, laughing nervously.<|quote|>"You are coming to sleep, dear, too. It is in the mo... | to say why. There was question of imprisonment and escape, and though she did not know the time of the train, she strained her eyes for St. Pancras s clock. Then the clock of King s Cross swung into sight, a second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minut... | The nine windows, the vine, and the wych-elm had no pleasant connections for her, and she would have preferred to spend the afternoon at a concert. But imagination triumphed. While her brother held forth she determined to go, at whatever cost, and to compel Mrs. Wilcox to go, too. When lunch was over she stepped over t... | of an imprisonment The beautiful head disappeared first, still buried in the muff; the long trailing skirt followed. A woman of undefinable rarity was going up heavenward, like a specimen in a bottle. And into what a heaven--a vault as of hell, sooty black, from which soot descended! At lunch her brother, seeing her in... | "Back to Wickham Place, please!" was her order to the coachman. Margaret had been snubbed. "A thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for all your help." "Not at all." "It is such a comfort to get the presents off my mind--the Christmas-cards especially. I do admire your choice." It was her turn to receive no answer. In her tu... | Had she seen any example of it in the hordes of purchasers? Or in herself? She had failed to respond to this invitation merely because it was a little queer and imaginative--she, whose birthright it was to nourish imagination! Better to have accepted, to have tired themselves a little by the journey, than coldly to rep... | Howards End |
"--she pointed at the station roof--" | No speaker | except at sunrise. These fogs"<|quote|>"--she pointed at the station roof--"</|quote|>"never spread far. I dare | show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs"<|quote|>"--she pointed at the station roof--"</|quote|>"never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in | her and thanked her. "I will come if I still may," said Margaret, laughing nervously. "You are coming to sleep, dear, too. It is in the morning that my house is most beautiful. You are coming to stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs"<|quote|>"--she pointed at the station roof--"</|quo... | s Cross swung into sight, a second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minutes. She took a ticket, asking in her agitation for a single. As she did so, a grave and happy voice saluted her and thanked her. "I will come if I still may," said Margaret, laughi... | determined to go, at whatever cost, and to compel Mrs. Wilcox to go, too. When lunch was over she stepped over to the flats. Mrs. Wilcox had just gone away for the night. Margaret said that it was of no consequence, hurried downstairs, and took a hansom to King s Cross. She was convinced that the escapade was important... | what a heaven--a vault as of hell, sooty black, from which soot descended! At lunch her brother, seeing her inclined for silence insisted on talking. Tibby was not ill-natured, but from babyhood something drove him to do the unwelcome and the unexpected. Now he gave her a long account of the day-school that he sometime... | presents off my mind--the Christmas-cards especially. I do admire your choice." It was her turn to receive no answer. In her turn Margaret became annoyed. "My husband and Evie will be back the day after to-morrow. That is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, ... | she could not attend now, for her mind was focussed on the invisible. She discerned that Mrs. Wilcox, though a loving wife and mother, had only one passion in life--her house--and that the moment was solemn when she invited a friend to share this passion with her. To answer "another day" was to answer as a fool. "Anoth... | Howards End |
"never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them." | Mrs. Wilcox | pointed at the station roof--"<|quote|>"never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them."</|quote|>"I shall never repent joining | at sunrise. These fogs" "--she pointed at the station roof--"<|quote|>"never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them."</|quote|>"I shall never repent joining you." "It is the same." | come if I still may," said Margaret, laughing nervously. "You are coming to sleep, dear, too. It is in the morning that my house is most beautiful. You are coming to stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs" "--she pointed at the station roof--"<|quote|>"never spread far. I dare say they... | second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minutes. She took a ticket, asking in her agitation for a single. As she did so, a grave and happy voice saluted her and thanked her. "I will come if I still may," said Margaret, laughing nervously. "You are comin... | and to compel Mrs. Wilcox to go, too. When lunch was over she stepped over to the flats. Mrs. Wilcox had just gone away for the night. Margaret said that it was of no consequence, hurried downstairs, and took a hansom to King s Cross. She was convinced that the escapade was important, though it would have puzzled her t... | hell, sooty black, from which soot descended! At lunch her brother, seeing her inclined for silence insisted on talking. Tibby was not ill-natured, but from babyhood something drove him to do the unwelcome and the unexpected. Now he gave her a long account of the day-school that he sometimes patronised. The account was... | I do admire your choice." It was her turn to receive no answer. In her turn Margaret became annoyed. "My husband and Evie will be back the day after to-morrow. That is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their tour short,... | mother, had only one passion in life--her house--and that the moment was solemn when she invited a friend to share this passion with her. To answer "another day" was to answer as a fool. "Another day" will do for brick and mortar, but not for the Holy of Holies into which Howards End had been transfigured. Her own curi... | Howards End |
"I shall never repent joining you." | Margaret | will never repent joining them."<|quote|>"I shall never repent joining you."</|quote|>"It is the same." They | sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them."<|quote|>"I shall never repent joining you."</|quote|>"It is the same." They began the walk up the | that my house is most beautiful. You are coming to stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs" "--she pointed at the station roof--" "never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them."<|quote|>"I shall never repent joining yo... | five minutes. She took a ticket, asking in her agitation for a single. As she did so, a grave and happy voice saluted her and thanked her. "I will come if I still may," said Margaret, laughing nervously. "You are coming to sleep, dear, too. It is in the morning that my house is most beautiful. You are coming to stop. I... | just gone away for the night. Margaret said that it was of no consequence, hurried downstairs, and took a hansom to King s Cross. She was convinced that the escapade was important, though it would have puzzled her to say why. There was question of imprisonment and escape, and though she did not know the time of the tra... | not ill-natured, but from babyhood something drove him to do the unwelcome and the unexpected. Now he gave her a long account of the day-school that he sometimes patronised. The account was interesting, and she had often pressed him for it before, but she could not attend now, for her mind was focussed on the invisible... | and Evie will be back the day after to-morrow. That is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their tour short, the weather is so bad, and the police-traps have been so bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey. Ours is such a careful... | the moment was solemn when she invited a friend to share this passion with her. To answer "another day" was to answer as a fool. "Another day" will do for brick and mortar, but not for the Holy of Holies into which Howards End had been transfigured. Her own curiosity was slight. She had heard more than enough about it ... | Howards End |
"It is the same." | Mrs. Wilcox | shall never repent joining you."<|quote|>"It is the same."</|quote|>They began the walk up | never repent joining them." "I shall never repent joining you."<|quote|>"It is the same."</|quote|>They began the walk up the long platform. Far at | You are coming to stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs" "--she pointed at the station roof--" "never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them." "I shall never repent joining you."<|quote|>"It is the same."</|quote|>Th... | asking in her agitation for a single. As she did so, a grave and happy voice saluted her and thanked her. "I will come if I still may," said Margaret, laughing nervously. "You are coming to sleep, dear, too. It is in the morning that my house is most beautiful. You are coming to stop. I cannot show you my meadow proper... | Margaret said that it was of no consequence, hurried downstairs, and took a hansom to King s Cross. She was convinced that the escapade was important, though it would have puzzled her to say why. There was question of imprisonment and escape, and though she did not know the time of the train, she strained her eyes for ... | drove him to do the unwelcome and the unexpected. Now he gave her a long account of the day-school that he sometimes patronised. The account was interesting, and she had often pressed him for it before, but she could not attend now, for her mind was focussed on the invisible. She discerned that Mrs. Wilcox, though a lo... | day after to-morrow. That is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their tour short, the weather is so bad, and the police-traps have been so bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey. Ours is such a careful chauffeur, and my husband... | The craving for excitement and for elaboration has ruined that blessing. Goodwill? Had she seen any example of it in the hordes of purchasers? Or in herself? She had failed to respond to this invitation merely because it was a little queer and imaginative--she, whose birthright it was to nourish imagination! Better to ... | Howards End |
They began the walk up the long platform. Far at its end stood the train, breasting the darkness without. They never reached it. Before imagination could triumph, there were cries of | No speaker | you." "It is the same."<|quote|>They began the walk up the long platform. Far at its end stood the train, breasting the darkness without. They never reached it. Before imagination could triumph, there were cries of</|quote|>"Mother! mother!" and a heavy-browed | "I shall never repent joining you." "It is the same."<|quote|>They began the walk up the long platform. Far at its end stood the train, breasting the darkness without. They never reached it. Before imagination could triumph, there were cries of</|quote|>"Mother! mother!" and a heavy-browed girl darted out of the | stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs" "--she pointed at the station roof--" "never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them." "I shall never repent joining you." "It is the same."<|quote|>They began the walk up the lo... | for a single. As she did so, a grave and happy voice saluted her and thanked her. "I will come if I still may," said Margaret, laughing nervously. "You are coming to sleep, dear, too. It is in the morning that my house is most beautiful. You are coming to stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. Th... | was of no consequence, hurried downstairs, and took a hansom to King s Cross. She was convinced that the escapade was important, though it would have puzzled her to say why. There was question of imprisonment and escape, and though she did not know the time of the train, she strained her eyes for St. Pancras s clock. T... | the unwelcome and the unexpected. Now he gave her a long account of the day-school that he sometimes patronised. The account was interesting, and she had often pressed him for it before, but she could not attend now, for her mind was focussed on the invisible. She discerned that Mrs. Wilcox, though a loving wife and mo... | is why I dragged you out shopping to-day. I stayed in town chiefly to shop, but got through nothing, and now he writes that they must cut their tour short, the weather is so bad, and the police-traps have been so bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey. Ours is such a careful chauffeur, and my husband feels it particularly har... | do the unwelcome and the unexpected. Now he gave her a long account of the day-school that he sometimes patronised. The account was interesting, and she had often pressed him for it before, but she could not attend now, for her mind was focussed on the invisible. She discerned that Mrs. Wilcox, though a loving wife and... | Howards End |
"Mother! mother!" | Evie | triumph, there were cries of<|quote|>"Mother! mother!"</|quote|>and a heavy-browed girl darted | reached it. Before imagination could triumph, there were cries of<|quote|>"Mother! mother!"</|quote|>and a heavy-browed girl darted out of the cloak-room and | in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them." "I shall never repent joining you." "It is the same." They began the walk up the long platform. Far at its end stood the train, breasting the darkness without. They never reached it. Before imagination could triumph, there were cries of<|quote|>"Mother! mother!... | to sleep, dear, too. It is in the morning that my house is most beautiful. You are coming to stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs" "--she pointed at the station roof--" "never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them.... | There was question of imprisonment and escape, and though she did not know the time of the train, she strained her eyes for St. Pancras s clock. Then the clock of King s Cross swung into sight, a second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minutes. She took... | before, but she could not attend now, for her mind was focussed on the invisible. She discerned that Mrs. Wilcox, though a loving wife and mother, had only one passion in life--her house--and that the moment was solemn when she invited a friend to share this passion with her. To answer "another day" was to answer as a ... | weather is so bad, and the police-traps have been so bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey. Ours is such a careful chauffeur, and my husband feels it particularly hard that they should be treated like road-hogs." "Why?" "Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog." "He was exceeding the speed-limit, I conclude. He must expect t... | the summer. The nine windows, the vine, and the wych-elm had no pleasant connections for her, and she would have preferred to spend the afternoon at a concert. But imagination triumphed. While her brother held forth she determined to go, at whatever cost, and to compel Mrs. Wilcox to go, too. When lunch was over she st... | Howards End |
and a heavy-browed girl darted out of the cloak-room and seized Mrs. Wilcox by the arm. | No speaker | were cries of "Mother! mother!"<|quote|>and a heavy-browed girl darted out of the cloak-room and seized Mrs. Wilcox by the arm.</|quote|>"Evie!" she gasped--" "Evie, my | Before imagination could triumph, there were cries of "Mother! mother!"<|quote|>and a heavy-browed girl darted out of the cloak-room and seized Mrs. Wilcox by the arm.</|quote|>"Evie!" she gasped--" "Evie, my pet--" The girl called, "Father! | and you will never repent joining them." "I shall never repent joining you." "It is the same." They began the walk up the long platform. Far at its end stood the train, breasting the darkness without. They never reached it. Before imagination could triumph, there were cries of "Mother! mother!"<|quote|>and a heavy-brow... | dear, too. It is in the morning that my house is most beautiful. You are coming to stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs" "--she pointed at the station roof--" "never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them." "I shall... | question of imprisonment and escape, and though she did not know the time of the train, she strained her eyes for St. Pancras s clock. Then the clock of King s Cross swung into sight, a second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minutes. She took a ticket,... | she could not attend now, for her mind was focussed on the invisible. She discerned that Mrs. Wilcox, though a loving wife and mother, had only one passion in life--her house--and that the moment was solemn when she invited a friend to share this passion with her. To answer "another day" was to answer as a fool. "Anoth... | so bad, and the police-traps have been so bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey. Ours is such a careful chauffeur, and my husband feels it particularly hard that they should be treated like road-hogs." "Why?" "Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog." "He was exceeding the speed-limit, I conclude. He must expect to suffer wi... | a loving wife and mother, had only one passion in life--her house--and that the moment was solemn when she invited a friend to share this passion with her. To answer "another day" was to answer as a fool. "Another day" will do for brick and mortar, but not for the Holy of Holies into which Howards End had been transfig... | Howards End |
"Evie!" | Mrs. Wilcox | Mrs. Wilcox by the arm.<|quote|>"Evie!"</|quote|>she gasped--" "Evie, my pet--" | of the cloak-room and seized Mrs. Wilcox by the arm.<|quote|>"Evie!"</|quote|>she gasped--" "Evie, my pet--" The girl called, "Father! I | same." They began the walk up the long platform. Far at its end stood the train, breasting the darkness without. They never reached it. Before imagination could triumph, there were cries of "Mother! mother!" and a heavy-browed girl darted out of the cloak-room and seized Mrs. Wilcox by the arm.<|quote|>"Evie!"</|quote|... | to stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs" "--she pointed at the station roof--" "never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them." "I shall never repent joining you." "It is the same." They began the walk up the long pl... | she strained her eyes for St. Pancras s clock. Then the clock of King s Cross swung into sight, a second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minutes. She took a ticket, asking in her agitation for a single. As she did so, a grave and happy voice saluted he... | Mrs. Wilcox, though a loving wife and mother, had only one passion in life--her house--and that the moment was solemn when she invited a friend to share this passion with her. To answer "another day" was to answer as a fool. "Another day" will do for brick and mortar, but not for the Holy of Holies into which Howards E... | such a careful chauffeur, and my husband feels it particularly hard that they should be treated like road-hogs." "Why?" "Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog." "He was exceeding the speed-limit, I conclude. He must expect to suffer with the lower animals." Mrs. Wilcox was silenced. In growing discomfort they drove h... | Mrs. Wilcox went in after due civilities, and Margaret watched the tall, lonely figure sweep up the hall to the lift. As the glass doors closed on it she had the sense of an imprisonment The beautiful head disappeared first, still buried in the muff; the long trailing skirt followed. A woman of undefinable rarity was g... | Howards End |
she gasped--" | No speaker | Wilcox by the arm. "Evie!"<|quote|>she gasped--"</|quote|>"Evie, my pet--" The girl | the cloak-room and seized Mrs. Wilcox by the arm. "Evie!"<|quote|>she gasped--"</|quote|>"Evie, my pet--" The girl called, "Father! I say! look | They began the walk up the long platform. Far at its end stood the train, breasting the darkness without. They never reached it. Before imagination could triumph, there were cries of "Mother! mother!" and a heavy-browed girl darted out of the cloak-room and seized Mrs. Wilcox by the arm. "Evie!"<|quote|>she gasped--"</... | stop. I cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs" "--she pointed at the station roof--" "never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them." "I shall never repent joining you." "It is the same." They began the walk up the long platf... | strained her eyes for St. Pancras s clock. Then the clock of King s Cross swung into sight, a second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minutes. She took a ticket, asking in her agitation for a single. As she did so, a grave and happy voice saluted her an... | Wilcox, though a loving wife and mother, had only one passion in life--her house--and that the moment was solemn when she invited a friend to share this passion with her. To answer "another day" was to answer as a fool. "Another day" will do for brick and mortar, but not for the Holy of Holies into which Howards End ha... | a careful chauffeur, and my husband feels it particularly hard that they should be treated like road-hogs." "Why?" "Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog." "He was exceeding the speed-limit, I conclude. He must expect to suffer with the lower animals." Mrs. Wilcox was silenced. In growing discomfort they drove homewa... | the lift. As the glass doors closed on it she had the sense of an imprisonment The beautiful head disappeared first, still buried in the muff; the long trailing skirt followed. A woman of undefinable rarity was going up heavenward, like a specimen in a bottle. And into what a heaven--a vault as of hell, sooty black, fr... | Howards End |
"Evie, my pet--" | Mrs. Wilcox | the arm. "Evie!" she gasped--"<|quote|>"Evie, my pet--"</|quote|>The girl called, "Father! I | and seized Mrs. Wilcox by the arm. "Evie!" she gasped--"<|quote|>"Evie, my pet--"</|quote|>The girl called, "Father! I say! look who s here." | the walk up the long platform. Far at its end stood the train, breasting the darkness without. They never reached it. Before imagination could triumph, there were cries of "Mother! mother!" and a heavy-browed girl darted out of the cloak-room and seized Mrs. Wilcox by the arm. "Evie!" she gasped--"<|quote|>"Evie, my pe... | cannot show you my meadow properly except at sunrise. These fogs" "--she pointed at the station roof--" "never spread far. I dare say they are sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire, and you will never repent joining them." "I shall never repent joining you." "It is the same." They began the walk up the long platform. Far... | eyes for St. Pancras s clock. Then the clock of King s Cross swung into sight, a second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minutes. She took a ticket, asking in her agitation for a single. As she did so, a grave and happy voice saluted her and thanked her... | a loving wife and mother, had only one passion in life--her house--and that the moment was solemn when she invited a friend to share this passion with her. To answer "another day" was to answer as a fool. "Another day" will do for brick and mortar, but not for the Holy of Holies into which Howards End had been transfig... | chauffeur, and my husband feels it particularly hard that they should be treated like road-hogs." "Why?" "Well, naturally he--he isn t a road-hog." "He was exceeding the speed-limit, I conclude. He must expect to suffer with the lower animals." Mrs. Wilcox was silenced. In growing discomfort they drove homewards. The c... | left her. There would be no other day. This shadowy woman would never ask her again. They parted at the Mansions. Mrs. Wilcox went in after due civilities, and Margaret watched the tall, lonely figure sweep up the hall to the lift. As the glass doors closed on it she had the sense of an imprisonment The beautiful head ... | Howards End |
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