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Charles and his father sometimes disagreed. But they always parted with an increased regard for one another, and each desired no doughtier comrade when it was necessary to voyage for a little past the emotions. So the sailors of Ulysses voyaged past the Sirens, having first stopped one another s ears with wool. CHAPTER... | No speaker | worth while having a row."<|quote|>Charles and his father sometimes disagreed. But they always parted with an increased regard for one another, and each desired no doughtier comrade when it was necessary to voyage for a little past the emotions. So the sailors of Ulysses voyaged past the Sirens, having first stopped on... | it pass. It s not worth while having a row."<|quote|>Charles and his father sometimes disagreed. But they always parted with an increased regard for one another, and each desired no doughtier comrade when it was necessary to voyage for a little past the emotions. So the sailors of Ulysses voyaged past the Sirens, havin... | A bicycle will do. And, by the way, I wish you d speak to Crane some time. I m certain he s had my new car out." "Has he done it any harm?" "No." "In that case I shall let it pass. It s not worth while having a row."<|quote|>Charles and his father sometimes disagreed. But they always parted with an increased regard for... | lot." "She s a cosmopolitan," said Charles, looking at his watch. "I admit I m rather down on cosmopolitans. My fault, doubtless. I cannot stand them, and a German cosmopolitan is the limit. I think that s about all, isn t it? I want to run down and see Chalkeley. A bicycle will do. And, by the way, I wish you d speak ... | Schlegel s position has been equally false. Take all in all, she has not come out of it badly." Evie said: "But those chrysanthemums--" "Or coming down to the funeral at all--" echoed Dolly. "Why shouldn t she come down? She had the right to, and she stood far back among the Hilton women. The flowers--certainly we shou... | him to eat his breakfast, but the boy as he grew up was a little dictatorial, and assumed the post of chairman too readily. "I could deal with her, if she comes, but she won t come. You re all a bit hard on Miss Schlegel." "That Paul business was pretty scandalous, though." "I want no more of the Paul business, Charles... | there disquietingly. Yesterday they had lamented: "She was a dear mother, a true wife; in our absence she neglected her health and died." To-day they thought: "She was not as true, as dear, as we supposed." The desire for a more inward light had found expression at last, the unseen had impacted on the seen, and all tha... | "That Paul business was pretty scandalous, though." "I want no more of the Paul business, Charles, as I said at the time, and besides, it is quite apart from this business. Margaret Schlegel has been officious and tiresome during this terrible week, and we have all suffered under her, but upon my soul she s honest. She... | Howards End |
"loved superstition." | Margaret | Margaret had once said she<|quote|>"loved superstition."</|quote|>It was not true. Few | must have withered before morning. Margaret had once said she<|quote|>"loved superstition."</|quote|>It was not true. Few women had tried more earnestly | her own way, and no dust was so truly dust as the contents of that heavy coffin, lowered with ceremonial until it rested on the dust of the earth, no flowers so utterly wasted as the chrysanthemums that the frost must have withered before morning. Margaret had once said she<|quote|>"loved superstition."</|quote|>It was... | not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man. In Margaret s eyes Mrs. Wilcox had escaped registration. She had gone out of life vividly, her own way, and no dust was so truly du... | middle course, which only rarer natures can pursue. She had kept proportion. She had told a little of her grim secret to her friends, but not too much; she had shut up her heart--almost, but not entirely. It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who c... | having first stopped one another s ears with wool. CHAPTER XII Charles need not have been anxious. Miss Schlegel had never heard of his mother s strange request. She was to hear of it in after years, when she had built up her life differently, and it was to fit into position as the headstone of the corner. Her mind was... | Miss Schlegel." "That Paul business was pretty scandalous, though." "I want no more of the Paul business, Charles, as I said at the time, and besides, it is quite apart from this business. Margaret Schlegel has been officious and tiresome during this terrible week, and we have all suffered under her, but upon my soul s... | for a while at the verge of the sea that tells so little, but tells a little, and watched the outgoing of this last tremendous tide. Her friend had vanished in agony, but not, she believed, in degradation. Her withdrawal had hinted at other things besides disease and pain. Some leave our life with tears, others with an... | Howards End |
It was not true. Few women had tried more earnestly to pierce the accretions in which body and soul are enwrapped. The death of Mrs. Wilcox had helped her in her work. She saw a little more clearly than hitherto what a human being is, and to what he may aspire. Truer relationships gleamed. Perhaps the last word would b... | No speaker | once said she "loved superstition."<|quote|>It was not true. Few women had tried more earnestly to pierce the accretions in which body and soul are enwrapped. The death of Mrs. Wilcox had helped her in her work. She saw a little more clearly than hitherto what a human being is, and to what he may aspire. Truer relation... | withered before morning. Margaret had once said she "loved superstition."<|quote|>It was not true. Few women had tried more earnestly to pierce the accretions in which body and soul are enwrapped. The death of Mrs. Wilcox had helped her in her work. She saw a little more clearly than hitherto what a human being is, and... | way, and no dust was so truly dust as the contents of that heavy coffin, lowered with ceremonial until it rested on the dust of the earth, no flowers so utterly wasted as the chrysanthemums that the frost must have withered before morning. Margaret had once said she "loved superstition."<|quote|>It was not true. Few wo... | any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man. In Margaret s eyes Mrs. Wilcox had escaped registration. She had gone out of life vividly, her own way, and no dust was so truly dust as the c... | which only rarer natures can pursue. She had kept proportion. She had told a little of her grim secret to her friends, but not too much; she had shut up her heart--almost, but not entirely. It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with a... | stopped one another s ears with wool. CHAPTER XII Charles need not have been anxious. Miss Schlegel had never heard of his mother s strange request. She was to hear of it in after years, when she had built up her life differently, and it was to fit into position as the headstone of the corner. Her mind was bent on othe... | "That Paul business was pretty scandalous, though." "I want no more of the Paul business, Charles, as I said at the time, and besides, it is quite apart from this business. Margaret Schlegel has been officious and tiresome during this terrible week, and we have all suffered under her, but upon my soul she s honest. She... | and for all you know they may be the custom in Germany." "Oh, I forget she isn t really English," cried Evie. "That would explain a lot." "She s a cosmopolitan," said Charles, looking at his watch. "I admit I m rather down on cosmopolitans. My fault, doubtless. I cannot stand them, and a German cosmopolitan is the limi... | Howards End |
"Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!" | Helen | it lay. She had exclaimed,<|quote|>"Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!"</|quote|>and in the evening Frieda | wedge of pines in which it lay. She had exclaimed,<|quote|>"Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!"</|quote|>and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom. "I | lost; Germany played Herr Forstmeister some one--Helen could not remember his name. Herr Forstmeister lived in a wood, and, standing on the summit of the Oderberge, he had pointed out his house to Helen, or rather, had pointed out the wedge of pines in which it lay. She had exclaimed,<|quote|>"Oh, how lovely! That s th... | a moment s hesitation, was content that this should be so. The proposal had not been a serious matter. It was the work of Fraulein Mosebach, who had conceived the large and patriotic notion of winning back her cousins to the Fatherland by matrimony. England had played Paul Wilcox, and lost; Germany played Herr Forstmei... | bitten into her. She had not realised the accessories of death, which are in a sense more memorable than death itself. The atmosphere of precautions and recriminations, and in the midst a human body growing more vivid because it was in pain; the end of that body in Hilton churchyard; the survival of something that sugg... | to make a world? "Don t brood too much," she wrote to Helen, "on the superiority of the unseen to the seen. It s true, but to brood on it is medieval. Our business is not to contrast the two, but to reconcile them." Helen replied that she had no intention of brooding on such a dull subject. What did her sister take her... | than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man. In Margaret s eyes Mrs. Wilcox had escaped registration. She had gone out of life vividly, her own way, and no dust was so truly dust as the contents o... | It fostered such virtues as neatness, decision, and obedience, virtues of the second rank, no doubt, but they have formed our civilisation. They form character, too; Margaret could not doubt it; they keep the soul from becoming sloppy. How dare Schlegels despise Wilcoxes, when it takes all sorts to make a world? "Don t... | Howards End |
and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom. | No speaker | s the place for me!"<|quote|>and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom.</|quote|>"I have a message, dear | exclaimed, "Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!"<|quote|>and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom.</|quote|>"I have a message, dear Helen," etc., and so she | remember his name. Herr Forstmeister lived in a wood, and, standing on the summit of the Oderberge, he had pointed out his house to Helen, or rather, had pointed out the wedge of pines in which it lay. She had exclaimed, "Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!"<|quote|>and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroo... | be so. The proposal had not been a serious matter. It was the work of Fraulein Mosebach, who had conceived the large and patriotic notion of winning back her cousins to the Fatherland by matrimony. England had played Paul Wilcox, and lost; Germany played Herr Forstmeister some one--Helen could not remember his name. He... | of death, which are in a sense more memorable than death itself. The atmosphere of precautions and recriminations, and in the midst a human body growing more vivid because it was in pain; the end of that body in Hilton churchyard; the survival of something that suggested hope, vivid in its turn against life s workaday ... | she wrote to Helen, "on the superiority of the unseen to the seen. It s true, but to brood on it is medieval. Our business is not to contrast the two, but to reconcile them." Helen replied that she had no intention of brooding on such a dull subject. What did her sister take her for? The weather was magnificent. She an... | are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man. In Margaret s eyes Mrs. Wilcox had escaped registration. She had gone out of life vividly, her own way, and no dust was so truly dust as the contents of that heavy coffin, lowered with ceremonial until ... | were real mountains, with pine-forests, streams, and views complete. "It isn t size that counts so much as the way things are arranged." In another paragraph she referred to Mrs. Wilcox sympathetically, but the news had not bitten into her. She had not realised the accessories of death, which are in a sense more memora... | Howards End |
"I have a message, dear Helen," | Fraulein Mosebach | Frieda appeared in her bedroom.<|quote|>"I have a message, dear Helen,"</|quote|>etc., and so she had, | me!" and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom.<|quote|>"I have a message, dear Helen,"</|quote|>etc., and so she had, but had been very nice | and, standing on the summit of the Oderberge, he had pointed out his house to Helen, or rather, had pointed out the wedge of pines in which it lay. She had exclaimed, "Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!" and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom.<|quote|>"I have a message, dear Helen,"</|quote|>etc., and ... | matter. It was the work of Fraulein Mosebach, who had conceived the large and patriotic notion of winning back her cousins to the Fatherland by matrimony. England had played Paul Wilcox, and lost; Germany played Herr Forstmeister some one--Helen could not remember his name. Herr Forstmeister lived in a wood, and, stand... | than death itself. The atmosphere of precautions and recriminations, and in the midst a human body growing more vivid because it was in pain; the end of that body in Hilton churchyard; the survival of something that suggested hope, vivid in its turn against life s workaday cheerfulness;--all these were lost to Helen, w... | unseen to the seen. It s true, but to brood on it is medieval. Our business is not to contrast the two, but to reconcile them." Helen replied that she had no intention of brooding on such a dull subject. What did her sister take her for? The weather was magnificent. She and the Mosebachs had gone tobogganing on the onl... | too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man. In Margaret s eyes Mrs. Wilcox had escaped registration. She had gone out of life vividly, her own way, and no dust was so truly dust as the contents of that heavy coffin, lowered with ceremonial until it rested on the dust of the earth, no flowers so... | they keep the soul from becoming sloppy. How dare Schlegels despise Wilcoxes, when it takes all sorts to make a world? "Don t brood too much," she wrote to Helen, "on the superiority of the unseen to the seen. It s true, but to brood on it is medieval. Our business is not to contrast the two, but to reconcile them." He... | Howards End |
etc., and so she had, but had been very nice when Helen laughed; quite understood--a forest too solitary and damp--quite agreed, but Herr Forstmeister believed he had assurance to the contrary. Germany had lost, but with good-humour; holding the manhood of the world, she felt bound to win. | No speaker | have a message, dear Helen,"<|quote|>etc., and so she had, but had been very nice when Helen laughed; quite understood--a forest too solitary and damp--quite agreed, but Herr Forstmeister believed he had assurance to the contrary. Germany had lost, but with good-humour; holding the manhood of the world, she felt bound ... | appeared in her bedroom. "I have a message, dear Helen,"<|quote|>etc., and so she had, but had been very nice when Helen laughed; quite understood--a forest too solitary and damp--quite agreed, but Herr Forstmeister believed he had assurance to the contrary. Germany had lost, but with good-humour; holding the manhood o... | the Oderberge, he had pointed out his house to Helen, or rather, had pointed out the wedge of pines in which it lay. She had exclaimed, "Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!" and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom. "I have a message, dear Helen,"<|quote|>etc., and so she had, but had been very nice when ... | Fraulein Mosebach, who had conceived the large and patriotic notion of winning back her cousins to the Fatherland by matrimony. England had played Paul Wilcox, and lost; Germany played Herr Forstmeister some one--Helen could not remember his name. Herr Forstmeister lived in a wood, and, standing on the summit of the Od... | precautions and recriminations, and in the midst a human body growing more vivid because it was in pain; the end of that body in Hilton churchyard; the survival of something that suggested hope, vivid in its turn against life s workaday cheerfulness;--all these were lost to Helen, who only felt that a pleasant lady cou... | true, but to brood on it is medieval. Our business is not to contrast the two, but to reconcile them." Helen replied that she had no intention of brooding on such a dull subject. What did her sister take her for? The weather was magnificent. She and the Mosebachs had gone tobogganing on the only hill that Pomerania boa... | register the quick motions of man. In Margaret s eyes Mrs. Wilcox had escaped registration. She had gone out of life vividly, her own way, and no dust was so truly dust as the contents of that heavy coffin, lowered with ceremonial until it rested on the dust of the earth, no flowers so utterly wasted as the chrysanthem... | and often felt that they could protect her, excelling where she was deficient. Once past the rocks of emotion, they knew so well what to do, whom to send for; their hands were on all the ropes, they had grit as well as grittiness and she valued grit enormously. They led a life that she could not attain to--the outer li... | Howards End |
"And there will even be some one for Tibby," | Helen | she felt bound to win.<|quote|>"And there will even be some one for Tibby,"</|quote|>concluded Helen. "There now, Tibby, | the manhood of the world, she felt bound to win.<|quote|>"And there will even be some one for Tibby,"</|quote|>concluded Helen. "There now, Tibby, think of that; Frieda is | dear Helen," etc., and so she had, but had been very nice when Helen laughed; quite understood--a forest too solitary and damp--quite agreed, but Herr Forstmeister believed he had assurance to the contrary. Germany had lost, but with good-humour; holding the manhood of the world, she felt bound to win.<|quote|>"And the... | summit of the Oderberge, he had pointed out his house to Helen, or rather, had pointed out the wedge of pines in which it lay. She had exclaimed, "Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!" and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom. "I have a message, dear Helen," etc., and so she had, but had been very nice whe... | only felt that a pleasant lady could now be pleasant no longer. She returned to Wickham Place full of her own affairs--she had had another proposal--and Margaret, after a moment s hesitation, was content that this should be so. The proposal had not been a serious matter. It was the work of Fraulein Mosebach, who had co... | Mosebachs had gone tobogganing on the only hill that Pomerania boasted. It was fun, but over-crowded, for the rest of Pomerania had gone there too. Helen loved the country, and her letter glowed with physical exercise and poetry. She spoke of the scenery, quiet, yet august; of the snow-clad fields, with their scamperin... | of the earth, no flowers so utterly wasted as the chrysanthemums that the frost must have withered before morning. Margaret had once said she "loved superstition." It was not true. Few women had tried more earnestly to pierce the accretions in which body and soul are enwrapped. The death of Mrs. Wilcox had helped her i... | virtues of the second rank, no doubt, but they have formed our civilisation. They form character, too; Margaret could not doubt it; they keep the soul from becoming sloppy. How dare Schlegels despise Wilcoxes, when it takes all sorts to make a world? "Don t brood too much," she wrote to Helen, "on the superiority of th... | Howards End |
concluded Helen. | No speaker | be some one for Tibby,"<|quote|>concluded Helen.</|quote|>"There now, Tibby, think of | win. "And there will even be some one for Tibby,"<|quote|>concluded Helen.</|quote|>"There now, Tibby, think of that; Frieda is saving up | been very nice when Helen laughed; quite understood--a forest too solitary and damp--quite agreed, but Herr Forstmeister believed he had assurance to the contrary. Germany had lost, but with good-humour; holding the manhood of the world, she felt bound to win. "And there will even be some one for Tibby,"<|quote|>conclu... | house to Helen, or rather, had pointed out the wedge of pines in which it lay. She had exclaimed, "Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!" and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom. "I have a message, dear Helen," etc., and so she had, but had been very nice when Helen laughed; quite understood--a forest too ... | pleasant no longer. She returned to Wickham Place full of her own affairs--she had had another proposal--and Margaret, after a moment s hesitation, was content that this should be so. The proposal had not been a serious matter. It was the work of Fraulein Mosebach, who had conceived the large and patriotic notion of wi... | Pomerania boasted. It was fun, but over-crowded, for the rest of Pomerania had gone there too. Helen loved the country, and her letter glowed with physical exercise and poetry. She spoke of the scenery, quiet, yet august; of the snow-clad fields, with their scampering herds of deer; of the river and its quaint entrance... | the chrysanthemums that the frost must have withered before morning. Margaret had once said she "loved superstition." It was not true. Few women had tried more earnestly to pierce the accretions in which body and soul are enwrapped. The death of Mrs. Wilcox had helped her in her work. She saw a little more clearly than... | quickly back into the Pomeranian plains, and yet these Oderberge were real mountains, with pine-forests, streams, and views complete. "It isn t size that counts so much as the way things are arranged." In another paragraph she referred to Mrs. Wilcox sympathetically, but the news had not bitten into her. She had not re... | Howards End |
"There now, Tibby, think of that; Frieda is saving up a little girl for you, in pig-tails and white worsted stockings but the feet of the stockings are pink as if the little girl had trodden in strawberries. I ve talked too much. My head aches. Now you talk." | Helen | one for Tibby," concluded Helen.<|quote|>"There now, Tibby, think of that; Frieda is saving up a little girl for you, in pig-tails and white worsted stockings but the feet of the stockings are pink as if the little girl had trodden in strawberries. I ve talked too much. My head aches. Now you talk."</|quote|>Tibby cons... | there will even be some one for Tibby," concluded Helen.<|quote|>"There now, Tibby, think of that; Frieda is saving up a little girl for you, in pig-tails and white worsted stockings but the feet of the stockings are pink as if the little girl had trodden in strawberries. I ve talked too much. My head aches. Now you ta... | nice when Helen laughed; quite understood--a forest too solitary and damp--quite agreed, but Herr Forstmeister believed he had assurance to the contrary. Germany had lost, but with good-humour; holding the manhood of the world, she felt bound to win. "And there will even be some one for Tibby," concluded Helen.<|quote|... | Helen, or rather, had pointed out the wedge of pines in which it lay. She had exclaimed, "Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!" and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom. "I have a message, dear Helen," etc., and so she had, but had been very nice when Helen laughed; quite understood--a forest too solitary ... | longer. She returned to Wickham Place full of her own affairs--she had had another proposal--and Margaret, after a moment s hesitation, was content that this should be so. The proposal had not been a serious matter. It was the work of Fraulein Mosebach, who had conceived the large and patriotic notion of winning back h... | It was fun, but over-crowded, for the rest of Pomerania had gone there too. Helen loved the country, and her letter glowed with physical exercise and poetry. She spoke of the scenery, quiet, yet august; of the snow-clad fields, with their scampering herds of deer; of the river and its quaint entrance into the Baltic Se... | that the frost must have withered before morning. Margaret had once said she "loved superstition." It was not true. Few women had tried more earnestly to pierce the accretions in which body and soul are enwrapped. The death of Mrs. Wilcox had helped her in her work. She saw a little more clearly than hitherto what a hu... | which one slid all too quickly back into the Pomeranian plains, and yet these Oderberge were real mountains, with pine-forests, streams, and views complete. "It isn t size that counts so much as the way things are arranged." In another paragraph she referred to Mrs. Wilcox sympathetically, but the news had not bitten i... | Howards End |
Tibby consented to talk. He too was full of his own affairs, for he had just been up to try for a scholarship at Oxford. The men were down, and the candidates had been housed in various colleges, and had dined in hall. Tibby was sensitive to beauty, the experience was new, and he gave a description of his visit that wa... | No speaker | head aches. Now you talk."<|quote|>Tibby consented to talk. He too was full of his own affairs, for he had just been up to try for a scholarship at Oxford. The men were down, and the candidates had been housed in various colleges, and had dined in hall. Tibby was sensitive to beauty, the experience was new, and he gave... | ve talked too much. My head aches. Now you talk."<|quote|>Tibby consented to talk. He too was full of his own affairs, for he had just been up to try for a scholarship at Oxford. The men were down, and the candidates had been housed in various colleges, and had dined in hall. Tibby was sensitive to beauty, the experien... | Helen. "There now, Tibby, think of that; Frieda is saving up a little girl for you, in pig-tails and white worsted stockings but the feet of the stockings are pink as if the little girl had trodden in strawberries. I ve talked too much. My head aches. Now you talk."<|quote|>Tibby consented to talk. He too was full of h... | very nice when Helen laughed; quite understood--a forest too solitary and damp--quite agreed, but Herr Forstmeister believed he had assurance to the contrary. Germany had lost, but with good-humour; holding the manhood of the world, she felt bound to win. "And there will even be some one for Tibby," concluded Helen. "T... | patriotic notion of winning back her cousins to the Fatherland by matrimony. England had played Paul Wilcox, and lost; Germany played Herr Forstmeister some one--Helen could not remember his name. Herr Forstmeister lived in a wood, and, standing on the summit of the Oderberge, he had pointed out his house to Helen, or ... | its quaint entrance into the Baltic Sea; of the Oderberge, only three hundred feet high, from which one slid all too quickly back into the Pomeranian plains, and yet these Oderberge were real mountains, with pine-forests, streams, and views complete. "It isn t size that counts so much as the way things are arranged." I... | a little more clearly than hitherto what a human being is, and to what he may aspire. Truer relationships gleamed. Perhaps the last word would be hope--hope even on this side of the grave. Meanwhile, she could take an interest in the survivors. In spite of her Christmas duties, in spite of her brother, the Wilcoxes con... | "It isn t size that counts so much as the way things are arranged." In another paragraph she referred to Mrs. Wilcox sympathetically, but the news had not bitten into her. She had not realised the accessories of death, which are in a sense more memorable than death itself. The atmosphere of precautions and recriminatio... | Howards End |
"Helen, I told you about poor Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?" | Margaret | to her, and she interrupted.<|quote|>"Helen, I told you about poor Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?"</|quote|>"Yes." "I have had a | and benign. Then something occurred to her, and she interrupted.<|quote|>"Helen, I told you about poor Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?"</|quote|>"Yes." "I have had a correspondence with her son. He | memory of a radiance, but the memory of a colour scheme. It pleased Margaret to hear her brother and sister talking. They did not get on overwell as a rule. For a few moments she listened to them, feeling elderly and benign. Then something occurred to her, and she interrupted.<|quote|>"Helen, I told you about poor Mrs.... | its effect on Tibby. His sisters sent him there that he might make friends, for they knew that his education had been cranky, and had severed him from other boys and men. He made no friends. His Oxford remained Oxford empty, and he took into life with him, not the memory of a radiance, but the memory of a colour scheme... | was sensitive to beauty, the experience was new, and he gave a description of his visit that was almost glowing. The august and mellow University, soaked with the richness of the western counties that it has served for a thousand years, appealed at once to the boy s taste; it was the kind of thing he could understand, ... | he had pointed out his house to Helen, or rather, had pointed out the wedge of pines in which it lay. She had exclaimed, "Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!" and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom. "I have a message, dear Helen," etc., and so she had, but had been very nice when Helen laughed; quite un... | character, too; Margaret could not doubt it; they keep the soul from becoming sloppy. How dare Schlegels despise Wilcoxes, when it takes all sorts to make a world? "Don t brood too much," she wrote to Helen, "on the superiority of the unseen to the seen. It s true, but to brood on it is medieval. Our business is not to... | for he had just been up to try for a scholarship at Oxford. The men were down, and the candidates had been housed in various colleges, and had dined in hall. Tibby was sensitive to beauty, the experience was new, and he gave a description of his visit that was almost glowing. The august and mellow University, soaked wi... | Howards End |
"Yes." | Helen | Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"I have had a correspondence | I told you about poor Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"I have had a correspondence with her son. He was | It pleased Margaret to hear her brother and sister talking. They did not get on overwell as a rule. For a few moments she listened to them, feeling elderly and benign. Then something occurred to her, and she interrupted. "Helen, I told you about poor Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"I have had ... | might make friends, for they knew that his education had been cranky, and had severed him from other boys and men. He made no friends. His Oxford remained Oxford empty, and he took into life with him, not the memory of a radiance, but the memory of a colour scheme. It pleased Margaret to hear her brother and sister tal... | a description of his visit that was almost glowing. The august and mellow University, soaked with the richness of the western counties that it has served for a thousand years, appealed at once to the boy s taste; it was the kind of thing he could understand, and he understood it all the better because it was empty. Oxf... | pointed out the wedge of pines in which it lay. She had exclaimed, "Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!" and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom. "I have a message, dear Helen," etc., and so she had, but had been very nice when Helen laughed; quite understood--a forest too solitary and damp--quite agreed... | from becoming sloppy. How dare Schlegels despise Wilcoxes, when it takes all sorts to make a world? "Don t brood too much," she wrote to Helen, "on the superiority of the unseen to the seen. It s true, but to brood on it is medieval. Our business is not to contrast the two, but to reconcile them." Helen replied that sh... | a sense more memorable than death itself. The atmosphere of precautions and recriminations, and in the midst a human body growing more vivid because it was in pain; the end of that body in Hilton churchyard; the survival of something that suggested hope, vivid in its turn against life s workaday cheerfulness;--all thes... | Howards End |
"I have had a correspondence with her son. He was winding up the estate, and wrote to ask me whether his mother had wanted me to have anything. I thought it good of him, considering I knew her so little. I said that she had once spoken of giving me a Christmas present, but we both forgot about it afterwards." | Margaret | Wilcox; that sad business?" "Yes."<|quote|>"I have had a correspondence with her son. He was winding up the estate, and wrote to ask me whether his mother had wanted me to have anything. I thought it good of him, considering I knew her so little. I said that she had once spoken of giving me a Christmas present, but we ... | told you about poor Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?" "Yes."<|quote|>"I have had a correspondence with her son. He was winding up the estate, and wrote to ask me whether his mother had wanted me to have anything. I thought it good of him, considering I knew her so little. I said that she had once spoken of giving me a C... | pleased Margaret to hear her brother and sister talking. They did not get on overwell as a rule. For a few moments she listened to them, feeling elderly and benign. Then something occurred to her, and she interrupted. "Helen, I told you about poor Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?" "Yes."<|quote|>"I have had a correspond... | make friends, for they knew that his education had been cranky, and had severed him from other boys and men. He made no friends. His Oxford remained Oxford empty, and he took into life with him, not the memory of a radiance, but the memory of a colour scheme. It pleased Margaret to hear her brother and sister talking. ... | description of his visit that was almost glowing. The august and mellow University, soaked with the richness of the western counties that it has served for a thousand years, appealed at once to the boy s taste; it was the kind of thing he could understand, and he understood it all the better because it was empty. Oxfor... | out the wedge of pines in which it lay. She had exclaimed, "Oh, how lovely! That s the place for me!" and in the evening Frieda appeared in her bedroom. "I have a message, dear Helen," etc., and so she had, but had been very nice when Helen laughed; quite understood--a forest too solitary and damp--quite agreed, but He... | becoming sloppy. How dare Schlegels despise Wilcoxes, when it takes all sorts to make a world? "Don t brood too much," she wrote to Helen, "on the superiority of the unseen to the seen. It s true, but to brood on it is medieval. Our business is not to contrast the two, but to reconcile them." Helen replied that she had... | the large and patriotic notion of winning back her cousins to the Fatherland by matrimony. England had played Paul Wilcox, and lost; Germany played Herr Forstmeister some one--Helen could not remember his name. Herr Forstmeister lived in a wood, and, standing on the summit of the Oderberge, he had pointed out his house... | Howards End |
"I hope Charles took the hint." | Helen | both forgot about it afterwards."<|quote|>"I hope Charles took the hint."</|quote|>"Yes--that is to say, her | a Christmas present, but we both forgot about it afterwards."<|quote|>"I hope Charles took the hint."</|quote|>"Yes--that is to say, her husband wrote later on, and | winding up the estate, and wrote to ask me whether his mother had wanted me to have anything. I thought it good of him, considering I knew her so little. I said that she had once spoken of giving me a Christmas present, but we both forgot about it afterwards."<|quote|>"I hope Charles took the hint."</|quote|>"Yes--that... | did not get on overwell as a rule. For a few moments she listened to them, feeling elderly and benign. Then something occurred to her, and she interrupted. "Helen, I told you about poor Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?" "Yes." "I have had a correspondence with her son. He was winding up the estate, and wrote to ask me w... | a mere receptacle for youth, like Cambridge. Perhaps it wants its inmates to love it rather than to love one another; such at all events was to be its effect on Tibby. His sisters sent him there that he might make friends, for they knew that his education had been cranky, and had severed him from other boys and men. He... | believed he had assurance to the contrary. Germany had lost, but with good-humour; holding the manhood of the world, she felt bound to win. "And there will even be some one for Tibby," concluded Helen. "There now, Tibby, think of that; Frieda is saving up a little girl for you, in pig-tails and white worsted stockings ... | had no intention of brooding on such a dull subject. What did her sister take her for? The weather was magnificent. She and the Mosebachs had gone tobogganing on the only hill that Pomerania boasted. It was fun, but over-crowded, for the rest of Pomerania had gone there too. Helen loved the country, and her letter glow... | had been housed in various colleges, and had dined in hall. Tibby was sensitive to beauty, the experience was new, and he gave a description of his visit that was almost glowing. The august and mellow University, soaked with the richness of the western counties that it has served for a thousand years, appealed at once ... | Howards End |
"Yes--that is to say, her husband wrote later on, and thanked me for being a little kind to her, and actually gave me her silver vinaigrette. Don t you think that is extraordinarily generous? It has made me like him very much. He hopes that this will not be the end of our acquaintance, but that you and I will go and st... | Margaret | hope Charles took the hint."<|quote|>"Yes--that is to say, her husband wrote later on, and thanked me for being a little kind to her, and actually gave me her silver vinaigrette. Don t you think that is extraordinarily generous? It has made me like him very much. He hopes that this will not be the end of our acquaintan... | forgot about it afterwards." "I hope Charles took the hint."<|quote|>"Yes--that is to say, her husband wrote later on, and thanked me for being a little kind to her, and actually gave me her silver vinaigrette. Don t you think that is extraordinarily generous? It has made me like him very much. He hopes that this will ... | to ask me whether his mother had wanted me to have anything. I thought it good of him, considering I knew her so little. I said that she had once spoken of giving me a Christmas present, but we both forgot about it afterwards." "I hope Charles took the hint."<|quote|>"Yes--that is to say, her husband wrote later on, an... | a rule. For a few moments she listened to them, feeling elderly and benign. Then something occurred to her, and she interrupted. "Helen, I told you about poor Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?" "Yes." "I have had a correspondence with her son. He was winding up the estate, and wrote to ask me whether his mother had wante... | Cambridge. Perhaps it wants its inmates to love it rather than to love one another; such at all events was to be its effect on Tibby. His sisters sent him there that he might make friends, for they knew that his education had been cranky, and had severed him from other boys and men. He made no friends. His Oxford remai... | contrary. Germany had lost, but with good-humour; holding the manhood of the world, she felt bound to win. "And there will even be some one for Tibby," concluded Helen. "There now, Tibby, think of that; Frieda is saving up a little girl for you, in pig-tails and white worsted stockings but the feet of the stockings are... | such a dull subject. What did her sister take her for? The weather was magnificent. She and the Mosebachs had gone tobogganing on the only hill that Pomerania boasted. It was fun, but over-crowded, for the rest of Pomerania had gone there too. Helen loved the country, and her letter glowed with physical exercise and po... | appealed at once to the boy s taste; it was the kind of thing he could understand, and he understood it all the better because it was empty. Oxford is--Oxford; not a mere receptacle for youth, like Cambridge. Perhaps it wants its inmates to love it rather than to love one another; such at all events was to be its effec... | Howards End |
Helen, after a decent pause, continued her account of Stettin. How quickly a situation changes! In June she had been in a crisis; even in November she could blush and be unnatural; now it was January and the whole affair lay forgotten. Looking back on the past six months, Margaret realised the chaotic nature of our dai... | No speaker | a house of their own."<|quote|>Helen, after a decent pause, continued her account of Stettin. How quickly a situation changes! In June she had been in a crisis; even in November she could blush and be unnatural; now it was January and the whole affair lay forgotten. Looking back on the past six months, Margaret realise... | they have gone off to a house of their own."<|quote|>Helen, after a decent pause, continued her account of Stettin. How quickly a situation changes! In June she had been in a crisis; even in November she could blush and be unnatural; now it was January and the whole affair lay forgotten. Looking back on the past six mo... | is taking up his work--rubber--it is a big business. I gather he is launching out rather. Charles is in it, too. Charles is married--a pretty little creature, but she doesn t seem wise. They took on the flat, but now they have gone off to a house of their own."<|quote|>Helen, after a decent pause, continued her account... | vinaigrette. Don t you think that is extraordinarily generous? It has made me like him very much. He hopes that this will not be the end of our acquaintance, but that you and I will go and stop with Evie some time in the future. I like Mr. Wilcox. He is taking up his work--rubber--it is a big business. I gather he is l... | you about poor Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?" "Yes." "I have had a correspondence with her son. He was winding up the estate, and wrote to ask me whether his mother had wanted me to have anything. I thought it good of him, considering I knew her so little. I said that she had once spoken of giving me a Christmas pres... | beauty, the experience was new, and he gave a description of his visit that was almost glowing. The august and mellow University, soaked with the richness of the western counties that it has served for a thousand years, appealed at once to the boy s taste; it was the kind of thing he could understand, and he understood... | much as the way things are arranged." In another paragraph she referred to Mrs. Wilcox sympathetically, but the news had not bitten into her. She had not realised the accessories of death, which are in a sense more memorable than death itself. The atmosphere of precautions and recriminations, and in the midst a human b... | memory of a colour scheme. It pleased Margaret to hear her brother and sister talking. They did not get on overwell as a rule. For a few moments she listened to them, feeling elderly and benign. Then something occurred to her, and she interrupted. "Helen, I told you about poor Mrs. Wilcox; that sad business?" "Yes." "I... | Howards End |
"I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." | Margaret | few minutes before she replied:<|quote|>"I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy."</|quote|>"Ye--es." said Tibby, and then | went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied:<|quote|>"I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy."</|quote|>"Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in | t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied:<|quote|>"I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as p... | goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wa... | approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping livelier, but to what goal? The population still rose, but what was the quality of the men born? The particular millionaire who owned the freehold of Wickham Place, and desired to erect Babylonian flats upon it--what right had he to stir so large a portion of the... | return to her. But who can explain Westminster Bridge Road or Liverpool Street in the morning--the city inhaling--or the same thoroughfares in the evening--the city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, ... | a good, and that men, like nations, are the better for staggering through life fully armed. The tragedy of preparedness has scarcely been handled, save by the Greeks. Life is indeed dangerous, but not in the way morality would have us believe. It is indeed unmanageable, but the essence of it is not a battle. It is unma... | artistic cult has had its day, and the literature of the near future will probably ignore the country and seek inspiration from the town. One can understand the reaction. Of Pan and the elemental forces, the public has heard a little too much--they seem Victorian, while London is Georgian--and those who care for the ea... | Howards End |
"Ye--es." | Tibby | strikes me as particularly happy."<|quote|>"Ye--es."</|quote|>said Tibby, and then held | of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy."<|quote|>"Ye--es."</|quote|>said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a | wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy."<|quote|>"Ye--es."</|quote|>said Tibby, a... | now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he sh... | goal? The population still rose, but what was the quality of the men born? The particular millionaire who owned the freehold of Wickham Place, and desired to erect Babylonian flats upon it--what right had he to stir so large a portion of the quivering jelly? He was not a fool--she had heard him expose Socialism--but tr... | in the morning--the city inhaling--or the same thoroughfares in the evening--the city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decoro... | life fully armed. The tragedy of preparedness has scarcely been handled, save by the Greeks. Life is indeed dangerous, but not in the way morality would have us believe. It is indeed unmanageable, but the essence of it is not a battle. It is unmanageable because it is a romance, and its essence is romantic beauty. Marg... | of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping livelier, but to what goal? The population still rose, but what was the quality of the men born? The particular millionaire who owned the freehold of Wickham Place... | Howards End |
said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. Bu... | No speaker | me as particularly happy." "Ye--es."<|quote|>said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussio... | Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es."<|quote|>said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on ... | to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es."<|quote|>said Tibby, and then held his... | in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should... | The population still rose, but what was the quality of the men born? The particular millionaire who owned the freehold of Wickham Place, and desired to erect Babylonian flats upon it--what right had he to stir so large a portion of the quivering jelly? He was not a fool--she had heard him expose Socialism--but true ins... | the morning--the city inhaling--or the same thoroughfares in the evening--the city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous ... | fully armed. The tragedy of preparedness has scarcely been handled, save by the Greeks. Life is indeed dangerous, but not in the way morality would have us believe. It is indeed unmanageable, but the essence of it is not a battle. It is unmanageable because it is a romance, and its essence is romantic beauty. Margaret ... | be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping livelier, but to what goal? The population ... | Howards End |
"But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" | Margaret | heard declaiming through the floor.<|quote|>"But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides"</|quote|>"--shifting to the general--" "every | times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor.<|quote|>"But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides"</|quote|>"--shifting to the general--" "every one is the better for | Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor.<|quote|>"But Mr. Vyse ... | before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as... | lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at... | Londoner seldom understands his city until it sweeps him, too, away from his moorings, and Margaret s eyes were not opened until the lease of Wickham Place expired. She had always known that it must expire, but the knowledge only became vivid about nine months before the event. Then the house was suddenly ringed with p... | the Schlegel household continued to lead its life of cultured, but not ignoble, ease, still swimming gracefully on the grey tides of London. Concerts and plays swept past them, money had been spent and renewed, reputations won and lost, and the city herself, emblematic of their lives, rose and fell in a continual flux,... | who can explain Westminster Bridge Road or Liverpool Street in the morning--the city inhaling--or the same thoroughfares in the evening--the city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a ... | Howards End |
"--shifting to the general--" | No speaker | was a pitiful business. Besides"<|quote|>"--shifting to the general--"</|quote|>"every one is the better | Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides"<|quote|>"--shifting to the general--"</|quote|>"every one is the better for some regular work." Groans. | Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides"<|quote|>"--shifting to the general--"</|quo... | mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the di... | was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of an... | lease of Wickham Place expired. She had always known that it must expire, but the knowledge only became vivid about nine months before the event. Then the house was suddenly ringed with pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the archit... | Concerts and plays swept past them, money had been spent and renewed, reputations won and lost, and the city herself, emblematic of their lives, rose and fell in a continual flux, while her shallows washed more widely against the hills of Surrey and over the fields of Hertfordshire. This famous building had arisen, tha... | and Margaret s eyes were not opened until the lease of Wickham Place expired. She had always known that it must expire, but the knowledge only became vivid about nine months before the event. Then the house was suddenly ringed with pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of th... | Howards End |
"every one is the better for some regular work." | Margaret | Besides" "--shifting to the general--"<|quote|>"every one is the better for some regular work."</|quote|>Groans. "I shall stick to | That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--"<|quote|>"every one is the better for some regular work."</|quote|>Groans. "I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling. "I | now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--"<|quote|>"every one is the better f... | curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room prepar... | Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Mar... | expired. She had always known that it must expire, but the knowledge only became vivid about nine months before the event. Then the house was suddenly ringed with pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and hea... | past them, money had been spent and renewed, reputations won and lost, and the city herself, emblematic of their lives, rose and fell in a continual flux, while her shallows washed more widely against the hills of Surrey and over the fields of Hertfordshire. This famous building had arisen, that was doomed. To-day Whit... | lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at... | Howards End |
Groans. | No speaker | better for some regular work."<|quote|>Groans.</|quote|>"I shall stick to it," | general--" "every one is the better for some regular work."<|quote|>Groans.</|quote|>"I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling. "I am | about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--" "every one is the better for some regular work."<|quote|>Groans.</|quote|>"I shal... | Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times... | a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes b... | but the knowledge only became vivid about nine months before the event. Then the house was suddenly ringed with pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhab... | won and lost, and the city herself, emblematic of their lives, rose and fell in a continual flux, while her shallows washed more widely against the hills of Surrey and over the fields of Hertfordshire. This famous building had arisen, that was doomed. To-day Whitehall had been transformed; it would be the turn of Regen... | of Wickham Place expired. She had always known that it must expire, but the knowledge only became vivid about nine months before the event. Then the house was suddenly ringed with pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture... | Howards End |
"I shall stick to it," | Margaret | for some regular work." Groans.<|quote|>"I shall stick to it,"</|quote|>she continued, smiling. "I am | "every one is the better for some regular work." Groans.<|quote|>"I shall stick to it,"</|quote|>she continued, smiling. "I am not saying it to educate | political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--" "every one is the better for some regular work." Groans.<|quote|>"I shall stick to it,"... | Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her... | serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes bef... | the knowledge only became vivid about nine months before the event. Then the house was suddenly ringed with pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitan... | and lost, and the city herself, emblematic of their lives, rose and fell in a continual flux, while her shallows washed more widely against the hills of Surrey and over the fields of Hertfordshire. This famous building had arisen, that was doomed. To-day Whitehall had been transformed; it would be the turn of Regent St... | time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping livelier, but to what goal? The population still rose, but what was the quality of the men born? The particul... | Howards End |
she continued, smiling. | No speaker | "I shall stick to it,"<|quote|>she continued, smiling.</|quote|>"I am not saying it | for some regular work." Groans. "I shall stick to it,"<|quote|>she continued, smiling.</|quote|>"I am not saying it to educate you; it is | voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--" "every one is the better for some regular work." Groans. "I shall stick to it,"<|quote|>she continued, smiling.</|quote... | over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaimin... | he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thi... | about nine months before the event. Then the house was suddenly ringed with pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sent... | herself, emblematic of their lives, rose and fell in a continual flux, while her shallows washed more widely against the hills of Surrey and over the fields of Hertfordshire. This famous building had arisen, that was doomed. To-day Whitehall had been transformed; it would be the turn of Regent Street to-morrow. And mon... | anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not any one pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky. The Londoner seldom understands his city until it sweeps him, too, away from his moorings, and Margaret s eyes were not opened until the lease of Wickham Place ... | Howards End |
"I am not saying it to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shockin... | Margaret | to it," she continued, smiling.<|quote|>"I am not saying it to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too,... | work." Groans. "I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling.<|quote|>"I am not saying it to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, a... | heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--" "every one is the better for some regular work." Groans. "I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling.<|quote|>"I am not saying it to... | Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the flo... | know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of M... | before the event. Then the house was suddenly ringed with pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expr... | their lives, rose and fell in a continual flux, while her shallows washed more widely against the hills of Surrey and over the fields of Hertfordshire. This famous building had arisen, that was doomed. To-day Whitehall had been transformed; it would be the turn of Regent Street to-morrow. And month by month the roads s... | her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be toler... | Howards End |
"I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," | Tibby | was a hundred years ago."<|quote|>"I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude,"</|quote|>enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll | as not to be married was a hundred years ago."<|quote|>"I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude,"</|quote|>enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you | they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago."<|quote|>"I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude,"</|quote|>enunciat... | to the general--" "every one is the better for some regular work." Groans. "I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling. "I am not saying it to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with... | open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining r... | the quality of the men born? The particular millionaire who owned the freehold of Wickham Place, and desired to erect Babylonian flats upon it--what right had he to stir so large a portion of the quivering jelly? He was not a fool--she had heard him expose Socialism--but true insight began just where his intelligence e... | air, and saw less of the sky. Nature withdrew; the leaves were falling by midsummer; the sun shone through dirt with an admired obscurity. To speak against London is no longer fashionable. The Earth as an artistic cult has had its day, and the literature of the near future will probably ignore the country and seek insp... | city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow ... | Howards End |
enunciated Tibby. | No speaker | desire to which you allude,"<|quote|>enunciated Tibby.</|quote|>"Then we ll leave the | no experience of this profound desire to which you allude,"<|quote|>enunciated Tibby.</|quote|>"Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I | with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude,"<|quote|>enunciated Tibby.</|quote|>"Then we ll leave the subject till you do.... | Groans. "I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling. "I am not saying it to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that ... | Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times... | freehold of Wickham Place, and desired to erect Babylonian flats upon it--what right had he to stir so large a portion of the quivering jelly? He was not a fool--she had heard him expose Socialism--but true insight began just where his intelligence ended, and one gathered that this was the case with most millionaires. ... | falling by midsummer; the sun shone through dirt with an admired obscurity. To speak against London is no longer fashionable. The Earth as an artistic cult has had its day, and the literature of the near future will probably ignore the country and seek inspiration from the town. One can understand the reaction. Of Pan ... | was suddenly ringed with pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. M... | Howards End |
"Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." | Margaret | which you allude," enunciated Tibby.<|quote|>"Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them."</|quote|>"I like Guy and Mr. | of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby.<|quote|>"Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them."</|quote|>"I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, | great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby.<|quote|>"Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going t... | shall stick to it," she continued, smiling. "I am not saying it to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, ... | had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice... | Wickham Place, and desired to erect Babylonian flats upon it--what right had he to stir so large a portion of the quivering jelly? He was not a fool--she had heard him expose Socialism--but true insight began just where his intelligence ended, and one gathered that this was the case with most millionaires. What right h... | midsummer; the sun shone through dirt with an admired obscurity. To speak against London is no longer fashionable. The Earth as an artistic cult has had its day, and the literature of the near future will probably ignore the country and seek inspiration from the town. One can understand the reaction. Of Pan and the ele... | Wickham Place expired. She had always known that it must expire, but the knowledge only became vivid about nine months before the event. Then the house was suddenly ringed with pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of... | Howards End |
"I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," | Tibby | how they ve arranged them."<|quote|>"I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most,"</|quote|>said Tibby faintly, and leant | you like most, and see how they ve arranged them."<|quote|>"I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most,"</|quote|>said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his | experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them."<|quote|>"I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most,"</|quote|>said Tibby ... | starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the... | now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--" "every one is the better for some ... | intelligence ended, and one gathered that this was the case with most millionaires. What right had such men--But Margaret checked herself. That way lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margar... | country and seek inspiration from the town. One can understand the reaction. Of Pan and the elemental forces, the public has heard a little too much--they seem Victorian, while London is Georgian--and those who care for the earth with sincerity may wait long ere the pendulum swings back to her again. Certainly London f... | fool--she had heard him expose Socialism--but true insight began just where his intelligence ended, and one gathered that this was the case with most millionaires. What right had such men--But Margaret checked herself. That way lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby... | Howards End |
said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. | No speaker | Guy and Mr. Vyse most,"<|quote|>said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat.</|quote|>"And don t think I | ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most,"<|quote|>said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat.</|quote|>"And don t think I m not serious because I | you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most,"<|quote|>said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he e... | It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not ... | a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--" "every one is the better for some regular work." Groans. "I shall stick ... | was the case with most millionaires. What right had such men--But Margaret checked herself. That way lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious tal... | One can understand the reaction. Of Pan and the elemental forces, the public has heard a little too much--they seem Victorian, while London is Georgian--and those who care for the earth with sincerity may wait long ere the pendulum swings back to her again. Certainly London fascinates. One visualises it as a tract of q... | with most millionaires. What right had such men--But Margaret checked herself. That way lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. D... | Howards End |
"And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." | Margaret | line from knees to throat.<|quote|>"And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant."</|quote|>She sewed on. "I m | he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat.<|quote|>"And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant."</|quote|>She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven | your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat.<|quote|>"And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the tradit... | not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like mos... | wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--" "every one is the better for some regular work." Groans. "I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling. "I am not saying it to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last ce... | had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was e... | London is Georgian--and those who care for the earth with sincerity may wait long ere the pendulum swings back to her again. Certainly London fascinates. One visualises it as a tract of quivering grey, intelligent without purpose, and excitable without love; as a spirit that has altered before it can be chronicled; as ... | architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping livelier, but to what goal? The population still rose, but what was the quality of the men born? The particular millio... | Howards End |
She sewed on. | No speaker | are, for various reasons, cant."<|quote|>She sewed on.</|quote|>"I m only your sister. | and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant."<|quote|>She sewed on.</|quote|>"I m only your sister. I haven t any authority | and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant."<|quote|>She sewed on.</|quote|>"I m only your siste... | Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line fro... | "I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling. "I am not saying it to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for wome... | serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes bef... | of quivering grey, intelligent without purpose, and excitable without love; as a spirit that has altered before it can be chronicled; as a heart that certainly beats, but with no pulsation of humanity. It lies beyond everything; Nature, with all her cruelty, comes nearer to us than do these crowds of men. A friend expl... | much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping livelier, but... | Howards End |
"I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" | Margaret | reasons, cant." She sewed on.<|quote|>"I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see"</|quote|>"--she shook off the pince-nez | of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on.<|quote|>"I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see"</|quote|>"--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently | far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on.<|quote|>"I m only your sister. I haven t any autho... | ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throa... | to it," she continued, smiling. "I am not saying it to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to ... | him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "... | intelligent without purpose, and excitable without love; as a spirit that has altered before it can be chronicled; as a heart that certainly beats, but with no pulsation of humanity. It lies beyond everything; Nature, with all her cruelty, comes nearer to us than do these crowds of men. A friend explains himself; the e... | particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat ... | Howards End |
"--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" | No speaker | think the Truth. You see"<|quote|>"--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--"</|quote|>"in a few years we | put before you what I think the Truth. You see"<|quote|>"--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--"</|quote|>"in a few years we shall be the same age | money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see"<|quote|>"--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--"</|... | how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are,... | work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibb... | uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quive... | beyond everything; Nature, with all her cruelty, comes nearer to us than do these crowds of men. A friend explains himself; the earth is explicable--from her we came, and we must return to her. But who can explain Westminster Bridge Road or Liverpool Street in the morning--the city inhaling--or the same thoroughfares i... | never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under dis... | Howards End |
"in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." | Margaret | which she had recently taken--"<|quote|>"in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women."</|quote|>"Labouring under such a delusion, | shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--"<|quote|>"in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women."</|quote|>"Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" | for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--"<|quote|>"in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I s... | most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only ... | desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. ... | quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, throug... | than do these crowds of men. A friend explains himself; the earth is explicable--from her we came, and we must return to her. But who can explain Westminster Bridge Road or Liverpool Street in the morning--the city inhaling--or the same thoroughfares in the evening--the city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desp... | checked herself. That way lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know t... | Howards End |
"Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" | Tibby | so much nicer than women."<|quote|>"Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?"</|quote|>"I sometimes jolly well think | to help me. Men are so much nicer than women."<|quote|>"Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?"</|quote|>"I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got | any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women."<|quote|>"Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?"</|quot... | think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" ... | will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see h... | He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under ... | explain Westminster Bridge Road or Liverpool Street in the morning--the city inhaling--or the same thoroughfares in the evening--the city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human fa... | it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subjec... | Howards End |
"I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." | Margaret | why do you not marry?"<|quote|>"I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance."</|quote|>"Has nobody arst you?" "Only | "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?"<|quote|>"I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance."</|quote|>"Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" | Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?"<|quote|>"I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the ... | the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which sh... | was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vys... | and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was ... | city inhaling--or the same thoroughfares in the evening--the city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theol... | general--" "every one is the better for some regular work." Groans. "I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling. "I am not saying it to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a grea... | Howards End |
"Has nobody arst you?" | Tibby | if I got the chance."<|quote|>"Has nobody arst you?"</|quote|>"Only ninnies." "Do people ask | jolly well think I would if I got the chance."<|quote|>"Has nobody arst you?"</|quote|>"Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about | recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance."<|quote|>"Has nobody arst you?"</|quote|>"Only ninnies." "Do peo... | which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and ... | desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair t... | he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about pol... | air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man ... | He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under ... | Howards End |
"Only ninnies." | Margaret | chance." "Has nobody arst you?"<|quote|>"Only ninnies."</|quote|>"Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." | would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?"<|quote|>"Only ninnies."</|quote|>"Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." | few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?"<|quote|>"Only ninnies."</|quote|>"Do people ask Helen?" "Plentif... | reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to hel... | allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a... | of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At ti... | desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--... | Place, and desired to erect Babylonian flats upon it--what right had he to stir so large a portion of the quivering jelly? He was not a fool--she had heard him expose Socialism--but true insight began just where his intelligence ended, and one gathered that this was the case with most millionaires. What right had such ... | Howards End |
"Do people ask Helen?" | Tibby | nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies."<|quote|>"Do people ask Helen?"</|quote|>"Plentifully." "Tell me about them." | I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies."<|quote|>"Do people ask Helen?"</|quote|>"Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your | we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies."<|quote|>"Do people ask Helen?"</|quote|>"Plentifully." "Te... | She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so... | Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line fro... | Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her... | the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not any one pompous... | one gathered that this was the case with most millionaires. What right had such men--But Margaret checked herself. That way lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity ... | Howards End |
"Plentifully." | Margaret | ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?"<|quote|>"Plentifully."</|quote|>"Tell me about them." "No." | "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?"<|quote|>"Plentifully."</|quote|>"Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, | same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?"<|quote|>"Plentifully."</|quote|>"Tell me about them... | m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than ... | leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. ... | through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard ... | very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not any one pompous or tearful--were ca... | began just where his intelligence ended, and one gathered that this was the case with most millionaires. What right had such men--But Margaret checked herself. That way lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter... | Howards End |
"Tell me about them." | Tibby | "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully."<|quote|>"Tell me about them."</|quote|>"No." "Tell me about your | nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully."<|quote|>"Tell me about them."</|quote|>"No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men | age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully."<|quote|>"Tell me about them."</|quote|>"N... | only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than wo... | the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And d... | over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaimin... | stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not any one pompous or tearful--were caring ... | no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and l... | Howards End |
"No." | Margaret | "Plentifully." "Tell me about them."<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Tell me about your ninnies, | ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them."<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who | shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them."<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Tell me about your... | haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring und... | do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not se... | Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. ... | the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not any one pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky... | when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, to... | Howards End |
"Tell me about your ninnies, then." | Tibby | "Tell me about them." "No."<|quote|>"Tell me about your ninnies, then."</|quote|>"They were men who had | "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No."<|quote|>"Tell me about your ninnies, then."</|quote|>"They were men who had nothing better to do," said | want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No."<|quote|>"Tell me about your ninnies, then.... | t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under suc... | I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not seriou... | had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But M... | universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not any one pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky. Th... | in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time.... | Howards End |
"They were men who had nothing better to do," | Margaret | me about your ninnies, then."<|quote|>"They were men who had nothing better to do,"</|quote|>said his sister, feeling that | me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then."<|quote|>"They were men who had nothing better to do,"</|quote|>said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score | are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then."<|quote|>"They were men who had ... | I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not m... | you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use th... | and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy... | monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not any one pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky. The Londoner seldom understands his city... | "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees... | Howards End |
said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point. | No speaker | had nothing better to do,"<|quote|>said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point.</|quote|>"So take warning; you must | then." "They were men who had nothing better to do,"<|quote|>said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point.</|quote|>"So take warning; you must work, or else you must | a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better to do,"<|quote|>said his sister, feeling that ... | put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well thi... | the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a spher... | on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a piti... | religion s opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not any one pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky. The Londoner seldom understands his city until it sweeps him, too, away from his moorings,... | happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s in... | Howards End |
"So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many wh... | Margaret | entitled to score this point.<|quote|>"So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such ... | sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point.<|quote|>"So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of te... | I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better to do," said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point.<|quote|>"So take warning; you must ... | off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only... | ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for vari... | But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--" "every one is the be... | the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not any one pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky. The Londoner seldom understands his city until it sweeps him, too, away from his moorings, and Margaret s eyes were not opened until the lease of Wickham Place expired. She had always known... | the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--" "every one is the better for some regular work... | Howards End |
"Spare me the Wilcoxes," | Tibby | have worked regularly and honestly."<|quote|>"Spare me the Wilcoxes,"</|quote|>he moaned. "I shall not. | think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly."<|quote|>"Spare me the Wilcoxes,"</|quote|>he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." | and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly."<|quote|>"Spare me the Wilcoxes,"</|qu... | ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better to do," said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at t... | you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do ... | educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married ... | was suddenly ringed with pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. M... | I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago.... | Howards End |
he moaned. | No speaker | honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes,"<|quote|>he moaned.</|quote|>"I shall not. They are | they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes,"<|quote|>he moaned.</|quote|>"I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness | is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes,"<|quote|>he moaned.</|quote|>"I... | men who had nothing better to do," said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pe... | t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?"... | what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years... | pathos. It had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were... | s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till ... | Howards End |
"I shall not. They are the right sort." | Margaret | me the Wilcoxes," he moaned.<|quote|>"I shall not. They are the right sort."</|quote|>"Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he | worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned.<|quote|>"I shall not. They are the right sort."</|quote|>"Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert | a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned.<|quote|>"I shall not. They are ... | had nothing better to do," said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. ... | to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I som... | really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." ... | had seen so much happiness. Why had it to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping l... | any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such ... | Howards End |
"Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" | Tibby | They are the right sort."<|quote|>"Oh, goodness me, Meg--!"</|quote|>he protested, suddenly sitting up, | he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort."<|quote|>"Oh, goodness me, Meg--!"</|quote|>he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for | look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort."<|quote|>"Oh, goodness me, Meg--!"</|... | feeling that she was entitled to score this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and underst... | what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I... | century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound de... | to be swept away? In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping livelier, but to what goal? The populati... | like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." Sh... | Howards End |
he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. | No speaker | sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!"<|quote|>he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality.</|quote|>"Well, they re as near | not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!"<|quote|>he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality.</|quote|>"Well, they re as near the right sort as you | With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!"<|quote|>he protested, suddenly s... | entitled to score this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give... | Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance."... | the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," ... | In the streets of the city she noted for the first time the architecture of hurry and heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping livelier, but to what goal? The population still rose, but... | far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority ove... | Howards End |
"Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." | Margaret | defects, had a genuine personality.<|quote|>"Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine."</|quote|>"No, no--oh, no!" "I was | angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality.<|quote|>"Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine."</|quote|>"No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, | are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality.<|quote|>"Well, they re... | work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have wo... | years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about... | with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to... | heard the language of hurry on the mouths of its inhabitants--clipped words, formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping livelier, but to what goal? The population still rose, but what was the quality of the men born? The particular millionaire who owned the freeho... | be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" "--shifting to the general--" "every one is the better for some regular work." Groans. "I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling. "I am not saying it to educ... | Howards End |
"No, no--oh, no!" | Tibby | sort as you can imagine."<|quote|>"No, no--oh, no!"</|quote|>"I was thinking of the | re as near the right sort as you can imagine."<|quote|>"No, no--oh, no!"</|quote|>"I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once | regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine."<|quote|>"No, no--oh, no!"</... | save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes... | you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were ... | good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think ... | formless sentences, potted expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping livelier, but to what goal? The population still rose, but what was the quality of the men born? The particular millionaire who owned the freehold of Wickham Place, and desired to erect Babylonian flats upon it--what righ... | was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bea... | Howards End |
"I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." | Margaret | can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!"<|quote|>"I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty."</|quote|>"Duty" always elicited a groan. | the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!"<|quote|>"I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty."</|quote|>"Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the | "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!"<|quote|>"I was thinking of the you... | and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "... | me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had ... | hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the liv... | expressions of approval or disgust. Month by month things were stepping livelier, but to what goal? The population still rose, but what was the quality of the men born? The particular millionaire who owned the freehold of Wickham Place, and desired to erect Babylonian flats upon it--what right had he to stir so large a... | you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were ... | Howards End |
"Duty" always elicited a groan. | No speaker | tells me--out to his duty."<|quote|>"Duty" always elicited a groan.</|quote|>"He doesn t want the | out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty."<|quote|>"Duty" always elicited a groan.</|quote|>"He doesn t want the money, it is work he | "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty."<|quote|>"Duty" always elicited a groan.</|quote|>"He doesn t want the... | are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near... | ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better to do," said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, w... | enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizont... | freehold of Wickham Place, and desired to erect Babylonian flats upon it--what right had he to stir so large a portion of the quivering jelly? He was not a fool--she had heard him expose Socialism--but true insight began just where his intelligence ended, and one gathered that this was the case with most millionaires. ... | is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred ye... | Howards End |
"He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." | Margaret | "Duty" always elicited a groan.<|quote|>"He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire."</|quote|>"EMPIRE!" "I... | tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan.<|quote|>"He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Em... | the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan.<|quote|>"He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, tho... | think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can ... | "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better to do," said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul... | leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. ... | desired to erect Babylonian flats upon it--what right had he to stir so large a portion of the quivering jelly? He was not a fool--she had heard him expose Socialism--but true insight began just where his intelligence ended, and one gathered that this was the case with most millionaires. What right had such men--But Ma... | it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subjec... | Howards End |
"EMPIRE!" | Tibby | England has become an Empire."<|quote|>"EMPIRE!"</|quote|>"I can t bother over | well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire."<|quote|>"EMPIRE!"</|quote|>"I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little | elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire."<|quote|>"EMPIRE!"</|quote|>"I can t bother ... | re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, ... | is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regular... | leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any auth... | most millionaires. What right had such men--But Margaret checked herself. That way lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he... | were men who had nothing better to do," said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at M... | Howards End |
"I can t bother over results," | Margaret | has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!"<|quote|>"I can t bother over results,"</|quote|>said Margaret, a little sadly. | be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!"<|quote|>"I can t bother over results,"</|quote|>said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for | a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!"<|quote|>"I can t bother over results,"</|q... | as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, tho... | what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly ... | so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority ... | millionaires. What right had such men--But Margaret checked herself. That way lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at a... | you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m no... | Howards End |
said Margaret, a little sadly. | No speaker | can t bother over results,"<|quote|>said Margaret, a little sadly.</|quote|>"They are too difficult for | become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results,"<|quote|>said Margaret, a little sadly.</|quote|>"They are too difficult for me. I can only look | the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results,"<|quote|>said Margaret, a little sadly... | you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--du... | if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the... | that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t wan... | Margaret checked herself. That way lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn... | with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to... | Howards End |
"They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" | Margaret | said Margaret, a little sadly.<|quote|>"They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--"</|quote|>"What it is," he sneered. | can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly.<|quote|>"They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--"</|quote|>"What it is," he ... | he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly.<|quote|>"They are too diffic... | no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, ... | soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moan... | horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to... | lies madness. Thank goodness, she, too, had some money, and could purchase a new home. Tibby, now in his second year at Oxford, was down for the Easter vacation, and Margaret took the opportunity of having a serious talk with him. Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at... | desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair t... | Howards End |
"What it is," | Tibby | are labouring to make London--"<|quote|>"What it is,"</|quote|>he sneered. "What it is, | what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--"<|quote|>"What it is,"</|quote|>he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity | over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--"<|quote|>"What it is,"</|quote|>he sneered. "Wha... | t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly.... | is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine."... | your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women."... | at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinki... | have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to whic... | Howards End |
he sneered. | No speaker | make London--" "What it is,"<|quote|>he sneered.</|quote|>"What it is, worse luck. | splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is,"<|quote|>he sneered.</|quote|>"What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. | Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is,"<|quote|>he sneered.</|quote|>"What it is, worse luck.... | money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are ... | have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no... | haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring und... | where he wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vy... | back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over yo... | Howards End |
"What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." | Margaret | "What it is," he sneered.<|quote|>"What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven."</|quote|>"And I," said Tibby, "want | are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered.<|quote|>"What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven."</|quote|>"And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I | little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered.<|quote|>"What it is, worse luck. I want activity with... | is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too diffic... | regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was th... | any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such ... | wanted to live? Tibby didn t know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He ne... | over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a ... | Howards End |
"And I," | Tibby | we shall find in heaven."<|quote|>"And I,"</|quote|>said Tibby, "want civilisation without | I expect that is what we shall find in heaven."<|quote|>"And I,"</|quote|>said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is | can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven."<|quote|>"And I,"</|quote|>sai... | can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, bu... | suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tell... | see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobod... | equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curio... | it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagin... | Howards End |
said Tibby, | No speaker | find in heaven." "And I,"<|quote|>said Tibby,</|quote|>"want civilisation without activity, which, | that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I,"<|quote|>said Tibby,</|quote|>"want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we | the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I,"<|quote|>said Tibby,</|quote|>"want ... | men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thous... | up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his ... | shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?"... | but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he... | a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till yo... | Howards End |
"want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." | Tibby | heaven." "And I," said Tibby,<|quote|>"want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place."</|quote|>"You needn t go as | what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby,<|quote|>"want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place."</|quote|>"You needn t go as far as the other place, | that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby,<|quote|>"want civilisation without ... | that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of... | and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Du... | the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only nin... | pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession. Margaret was not shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, ha... | t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to wh... | Howards End |
"You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." | Margaret | find in the other place."<|quote|>"You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford."</|quote|>"Stupid--" "If I m stupid, | expect, is what we shall find in the other place."<|quote|>"You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford."</|quote|>"Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the | make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place."<|quote|>"You needn t go as fa... | t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is,... | the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it i... | same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me... | shocked, but went on sewing for a few minutes before she replied: "I was thinking of Mr. Vyse. He never strikes me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. V... | "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better to do," said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work ... | Howards End |
"Stupid--" | Tibby | can find it at Oxford."<|quote|>"Stupid--"</|quote|>"If I m stupid, get | if you want that. You can find it at Oxford."<|quote|>"Stupid--"</|quote|>"If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. | expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford."<|quote|>"Stupid--"</|quote|>"If I m stupid, get me back ... | men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in... | as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that ... | a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better to do," said his sister, feeling that she was ... | me as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That ... | pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality.... | Howards End |
"If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." | Margaret | find it at Oxford." "Stupid--"<|quote|>"If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account."</|quote|>"Lon... | you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--"<|quote|>"If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no ... | that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--"<|quote|>"If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hun... | An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heav... | a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can... | delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better to do," said his sister, feeling that she was en... | as particularly happy." "Ye--es." said Tibby, and then held his mouth open in a curious quiver, as if he, too, had thought of Mr. Vyse, had seen round, through, over, and beyond Mr. Vyse, had weighed Mr. Vyse, grouped him, and finally dismissed him as having no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That ble... | this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure ... | Howards End |
"London, then." | Tibby | Bedford. There on no account."<|quote|>"London, then."</|quote|>"I agree, but Helen rather | Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account."<|quote|>"London, then."</|quote|>"I agree, but Helen rather wants to get away from | it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account."<|quote|>"London, then."</|... | paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me bac... | natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, b... | better to do," said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all the... | no possible bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s ... | a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me... | Howards End |
"I agree, but Helen rather wants to get away from London. However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? ... | Margaret | on no account." "London, then."<|quote|>"I agree, but Helen rather wants to get away from London. However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people... | and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London, then."<|quote|>"I agree, but Helen rather wants to get away from London. However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and ... | Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London, then."<|quote|>"I agree... | I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hu... | eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can app... | do," said his sister, feeling that she was entitled to score this point. "So take warning; you must work, or else you must pretend to work, which is what I do. Work, work, work if you d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects... | bearing on the Subject under discussion. That bleat of Tibby s infuriated Helen. But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don t you think? Then there s Guy. That wa... | shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." ... | Howards End |
As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. | No speaker | the world would kill me."<|quote|>As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement.</|quote|>"Oh, my dears, what do | live? Not to move about the world would kill me."<|quote|>As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement.</|quote|>"Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never | house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me."<|quote|>As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burs... | Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London, then." "I agree, but Helen rather wants to get away from London. However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and ... | but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall ... | pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality.... | for some regular work." Groans. "I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling. "I am not saying it to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it ... | "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son... | Howards End |
"Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" | Helen | a state of extreme excitement.<|quote|>"Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?"</|quote|>(Helen was fond of supplying | and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement.<|quote|>"Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?"</|quote|>(Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for | of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement.<|quote|>"Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman... | Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London, then." "I agree, but Helen rather wants to get away from London. However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to... | is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can... | honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the ... | to educate you; it is what I really think. I believe that in the last century men have developed the desire for work, and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be marri... | he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if y... | Howards End |
(Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) | No speaker | for her husband. Her WHAT?"<|quote|>(Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.)</|quote|>"Yes, for her husband, and | s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?"<|quote|>(Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.)</|quote|>"Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not | Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?"<|quote|>(Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.)</|quote|>"Yes, f... | there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, the door ... | said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford... | up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his ... | and they must not starve it. It s a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Th... | d save your soul and your body. It is honestly a necessity, dear boy. Look at the Wilcoxes, look at Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcox... | Howards End |
"Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." | Helen | of supplying her own surprise.)<|quote|>"Yes, for her husband, and it really is so."</|quote|>"Not anything to do with | Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.)<|quote|>"Yes, for her husband, and it really is so."</|quote|>"Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had | me." As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.)<|quote|>"Yes, for her husband, and it really is so."</|quote|>"... | a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in i... | expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Chel... | defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "... | a new desire. It goes with a great deal that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till yo... | such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had ... | Howards End |
"Not anything to do with Bracknell?" | Margaret | and it really is so."<|quote|>"Not anything to do with Bracknell?"</|quote|>cried Margaret, who had lately | surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so."<|quote|>"Not anything to do with Bracknell?"</|quote|>cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of | and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so."<|quote|>"Not anything to do with Bracknell?"</|quote|>cried Ma... | in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, m... | place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage a... | near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though... | that s bad, but in itself it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round.... | groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret... | Howards End |
cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots. | No speaker | anything to do with Bracknell?"<|quote|>cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots.</|quote|>"I offered Bracknell, and he | it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?"<|quote|>cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots.</|quote|>"I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. | state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?"<|quote|>cried Margaret, who had lately taken on a... | together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You... | far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surb... | can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull c... | it s good, and I hope that for women, too, not to work will soon become as shocking as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do t... | I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want ... | Howards End |
"I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," | Helen | clean the knives and boots.<|quote|>"I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said,"</|quote|>Hunt, my good woman; have | unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots.<|quote|>"I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said,"</|quote|>Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt | been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots.<|quote|>"I offered Bracknell, and he was rej... | people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplyi... | I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London, then." "I agree, but Helen rather wants to get ... | ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can p... | as not to be married was a hundred years ago." "I have no experience of this profound desire to which you allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I... | me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine pers... | Howards End |
Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? | No speaker | one we know. I said,"<|quote|>Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband?</|quote|>"Oh, and she so magnificently | up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said,"<|quote|>Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband?</|quote|>"Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a | and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said,"<|quote|>Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt... | the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" ... | live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London, then." "I agree, but Helen rather wants to get away from London. However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat i... | duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bot... | allude," enunciated Tibby. "Then we ll leave the subject till you do. I m not going to rattle you round. Take your time. Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a... | without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bou... | Howards End |
"Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." | Helen | out the antimacassars. Husband? husband?<|quote|>"Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier."</|quote|>"Now, Helen, what did really | poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband?<|quote|>"Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier."</|quote|>"Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say. I | to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband?<|quote|>"Oh, and she so magnificently dressed a... | ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Brackne... | account." "London, then." "I agree, but Helen rather wants to get away from London. However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are reall... | dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me,... | Only do think over the lives of the men you like most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--ma... | who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as ... | Howards End |
"Now, Helen, what did really happen?" | Margaret | and tinkling like a chandelier."<|quote|>"Now, Helen, what did really happen?"</|quote|>"What I say. I was, | and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier."<|quote|>"Now, Helen, what did really happen?"</|quote|>"What I say. I was, as it were, orating my | was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier."<|quote|>"Now, Helen, what did really... | her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, ... | away from London. However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill m... | nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London ... | most, and see how they ve arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all... | than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, suddenly sitting up, alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, t... | Howards End |
"What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." | Helen | Helen, what did really happen?"<|quote|>"What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly."</|quote|>I want my husband, what | tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?"<|quote|>"What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly."</|quote|>I want my husband, what I have reason to believe | up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?"<|quote|>"What I say. I was, as it... | fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said... | no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, the door was flun... | that sort may well be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of... | arranged them." "I like Guy and Mr. Vyse most," said Tibby faintly, and leant so far back in his chair that he extended in a horizontal line from knees to throat. "And don t think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various... | Mr. Pembroke. With all their defects of temper and understanding, such men give me more pleasure than many who are better equipped, and I think it is because they have worked regularly and honestly." "Spare me the Wilcoxes," he moaned. "I shall not. They are the right sort." "Oh, goodness me, Meg--!" he protested, sudd... | Howards End |
I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. | No speaker | open. Then we began--very civilly."<|quote|>I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here.</|quote|>"No--how unjust one is. She | on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly."<|quote|>I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here.</|quote|>"No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She | and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly."<|quote|>I want my husband, what I have reas... | clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling... | think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (He... | look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we s... | think I m not serious because I don t use the traditional arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" ... | London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the othe... | Howards End |
"No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," | Helen | reason to believe is here.<|quote|>"No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said,"</|quote|>Name, please? "and she said," | my husband, what I have reason to believe is here.<|quote|>"No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said,"</|quote|>Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we | what did really happen?" "What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here.<|quote|>"No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got... | So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say.... | they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her... | can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want ci... | arguments--making money, a sphere awaiting you, and so on--all of which are, for various reasons, cant." She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently t... | London. However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she... | Howards End |
Name, please? | No speaker | it perfectly. So I said,"<|quote|>Name, please?</|quote|>"and she said," Lan, Miss, | whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said,"<|quote|>Name, please?</|quote|>"and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" | opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said,"<|quote|>Name, please?</|quote|>"and she said," Lan, Miss, "and ... | good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool,... | was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Mar... | people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You ... | She sewed on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so... | t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is,... | Howards End |
"and she said," | Helen | So I said," Name, please?<|quote|>"and she said,"</|quote|>Lan, Miss, "and there we | what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please?<|quote|>"and she said,"</|quote|>Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. | door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please?<|quote|>"and she said,"</|quote|>Lan, Miss, "and there we w... | have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a... | open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who... | labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go ... | on. "I m only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nice... | Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London, then." "I agree, but Helen rather wants to get away from London. However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to... | Howards End |
Lan, Miss, | No speaker | Name, please? "and she said,"<|quote|>Lan, Miss,</|quote|>"and there we were." "Lan?" | it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said,"<|quote|>Lan, Miss,</|quote|>"and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were | fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said,"<|quote|>Lan, Miss,</|quote|>"and there we were." "Lan?"... | look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female stra... | burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately take... | London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the othe... | only your sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than wo... | However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, ... | Howards End |
"and there we were." | Helen | "and she said," Lan, Miss,<|quote|>"and there we were."</|quote|>"Lan?" "Lan or Len. We | So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss,<|quote|>"and there we were."</|quote|>"Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were not nice about our | shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss,<|quote|>"and there we were."</|quote|>"Lan?" "Lan or L... | hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on m... | in a state of extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an u... | it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbiki... | sister. I haven t any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Lab... | heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without ... | Howards End |
"Lan?" | Margaret | Miss, "and there we were."<|quote|>"Lan?"</|quote|>"Lan or Len. We were | please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were."<|quote|>"Lan?"</|quote|>"Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. | in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were."<|quote|>"Lan?"</|quote|>"Lan or Len. We were not nice abo... | poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. ... | extreme excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of t... | "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that... | any authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such ... | as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton... | Howards End |
"Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline." | Helen | "and there we were." "Lan?"<|quote|>"Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline."</|quote|>"But what an extraordinary--" "I | "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?"<|quote|>"Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline."</|quote|>"But what an extraordinary--" "I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, | on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?"<|quote|>"Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowel... | up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then ... | excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name... | it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You ... | authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a de... | there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty." "Duty" always elicited a groan. "He doesn t want the money, it is work he wants, though it is beastly work--dull country, dishonest natives, an eternal fidget over fresh water and food... A nation that can produce men of that sort may well be proud. No wonder England... | Howards End |
"But what an extraordinary--" | Margaret | nice about our vowels. Lanoline."<|quote|>"But what an extraordinary--"</|quote|>"I said, My good Mrs. | or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline."<|quote|>"But what an extraordinary--"</|quote|>"I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, we have some grave | want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline."<|quote|>"But what an extraordinary--"</|quote|>"I sai... | she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believ... | guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and h... | Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the hous... | Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly ... | Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London, then." "I agree, but Helen rather wants to get away from London. However, there s no reason we shouldn t have a house in the country and also a flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Thou... | Howards End |
"I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, we have some grave misunderstanding here. Beautiful as I am, my modesty is even more remarkable than my beauty, and never, never has Mr. Lanoline rested his eyes on mine." | Helen | Lanoline." "But what an extraordinary--"<|quote|>"I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, we have some grave misunderstanding here. Beautiful as I am, my modesty is even more remarkable than my beauty, and never, never has Mr. Lanoline rested his eyes on mine."</|quote|>"I hope you were pleased," | not nice about our vowels. Lanoline." "But what an extraordinary--"<|quote|>"I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, we have some grave misunderstanding here. Beautiful as I am, my modesty is even more remarkable than my beauty, and never, never has Mr. Lanoline rested his eyes on mine."</|quote|>"I hope you were pleased," said... | I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline." "But what an extraordinary--"<|quote|>"I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, we ha... | and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust on... | been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. S... | is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll ev... | you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would ... | alert and angry. Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality. "Well, they re as near the right sort as you can imagine." "No, no--oh, no!" "I was thinking of the younger son, whom I once classed as a ninny, but who came back so ill from Nigeria. He s gone out there again, Evie Wilcox tells me--out to his duty... | Howards End |
"I hope you were pleased," | Tibby | rested his eyes on mine."<|quote|>"I hope you were pleased,"</|quote|>said Tibby. "Of course," Helen | never, never has Mr. Lanoline rested his eyes on mine."<|quote|>"I hope you were pleased,"</|quote|>said Tibby. "Of course," Helen squeaked. "A perfectly delightful experience. | or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline." "But what an extraordinary--" "I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, we have some grave misunderstanding here. Beautiful as I am, my modesty is even more remarkable than my beauty, and never, never has Mr. Lanoline rested his eyes on mine."<|quote|>"I hope you were pleased... | me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline... | lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh,... | place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford.... | help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who... | can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is ... | Howards End |
said Tibby. | No speaker | "I hope you were pleased,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quote|>"Of course," Helen squeaked. "A | rested his eyes on mine." "I hope you were pleased,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quote|>"Of course," Helen squeaked. "A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. | nice about our vowels. Lanoline." "But what an extraordinary--" "I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, we have some grave misunderstanding here. Beautiful as I am, my modesty is even more remarkable than my beauty, and never, never has Mr. Lanoline rested his eyes on mine." "I hope you were pleased,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quo... | Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline." "But what an extraord... | of that name to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dres... | that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London... | much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better ... | an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magn... | Howards End |
"Of course," | Helen | you were pleased," said Tibby.<|quote|>"Of course,"</|quote|>Helen squeaked. "A perfectly delightful | eyes on mine." "I hope you were pleased," said Tibby.<|quote|>"Of course,"</|quote|>Helen squeaked. "A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lanoline s | our vowels. Lanoline." "But what an extraordinary--" "I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, we have some grave misunderstanding here. Beautiful as I am, my modesty is even more remarkable than my beauty, and never, never has Mr. Lanoline rested his eyes on mine." "I hope you were pleased," said Tibby.<|quote|>"Of course,"</|q... | began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline." "But what an extraordinary--"... | name to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and ... | can find it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London, then." "... | than women." "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better to do," sai... | be proud. No wonder England has become an Empire." "EMPIRE!" "I can t bother over results," said Margaret, a little sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people ar... | Howards End |
Helen squeaked. | No speaker | pleased," said Tibby. "Of course,"<|quote|>Helen squeaked.</|quote|>"A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, | mine." "I hope you were pleased," said Tibby. "Of course,"<|quote|>Helen squeaked.</|quote|>"A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lanoline s a dear--she | Lanoline." "But what an extraordinary--" "I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, we have some grave misunderstanding here. Beautiful as I am, my modesty is even more remarkable than my beauty, and never, never has Mr. Lanoline rested his eyes on mine." "I hope you were pleased," said Tibby. "Of course,"<|quote|>Helen squeaked.... | I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline." "But what an extraordinary--" "I said, My good Mrs.... | clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling... | it at Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London, then." "I agree, ... | "Labouring under such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better to do," said his sister,... | husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name to clean the knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibb... | Howards End |
"A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lanoline s a dear--she asked for a husband as if he were an umbrella. She mislaid him Saturday afternoon--and for a long time suffered no inconvenience. But all night, and all this morning her apprehensions grew. Breakfast didn t seem the same--no, no more did lunch, and so ... | Helen | Tibby. "Of course," Helen squeaked.<|quote|>"A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lanoline s a dear--she asked for a husband as if he were an umbrella. She mislaid him Saturday afternoon--and for a long time suffered no inconvenience. But all night, and all this morning her apprehensions grew. Breakfast didn t s... | hope you were pleased," said Tibby. "Of course," Helen squeaked.<|quote|>"A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lanoline s a dear--she asked for a husband as if he were an umbrella. She mislaid him Saturday afternoon--and for a long time suffered no inconvenience. But all night, and all this morning her apprehens... | what an extraordinary--" "I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, we have some grave misunderstanding here. Beautiful as I am, my modesty is even more remarkable than my beauty, and never, never has Mr. Lanoline rested his eyes on mine." "I hope you were pleased," said Tibby. "Of course," Helen squeaked.<|quote|>"A perfectly de... | my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline." "But what an extraordinary--" "I said, My good Mrs. Lanoli... | knives and boots. "I offered Bracknell, and he was rejected. So was Tibby. (Cheer up, Tibby!) It s no one we know. I said," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a ch... | Oxford." "Stupid--" "If I m stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I ll even live in Oxford if you like--North Oxford. I ll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham. Oh yes, or Ilfracombe and Swanage and Tunbridge Wells and Surbiton and Bedford. There on no account." "London, then." "I agree, but He... | such a delusion, why do you not marry?" "I sometimes jolly well think I would if I got the chance." "Has nobody arst you?" "Only ninnies." "Do people ask Helen?" "Plentifully." "Tell me about them." "No." "Tell me about your ninnies, then." "They were men who had nothing better to do," said his sister, feeling that she... | sadly. "They are too difficult for me. I can only look at the men. An Empire bores me, so far, but I can appreciate the heroism that builds it up. London bores me, but what thousands of splendid people are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisatio... | Howards End |
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