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"But how on earth--" | Margaret | place for the missing article."<|quote|>"But how on earth--"</|quote|>"Don t begin how on | as being the most likely place for the missing article."<|quote|>"But how on earth--"</|quote|>"Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I | 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 she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article."<|quote|>"But how on earth--... | 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. "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--a... | 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 one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," La... | 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 in ... | 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 who are better equipped, and I think it is ... | 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 ... | Howards End |
"Don t begin how on earthing." | Helen | article." "But how on earth--"<|quote|>"Don t begin how on earthing."</|quote|>I know what I know, | likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--"<|quote|>"Don t begin how on earthing."</|quote|>I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, | 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 she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--"<|quote|>"Don t begin how on earthing."</|q... | 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. "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 suffe... | 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 one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we we... | 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 in a state of extreme ex... | 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... | 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. Though of course--Oh, how one does mau... | Howards End |
I know what I know, | No speaker | t begin how on earthing."<|quote|>I know what I know,</|quote|>"she kept repeating, not uncivilly, | "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing."<|quote|>I know what I know,</|quote|>"she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In | inconvenience. But all night, and all this morning her apprehensions grew. Breakfast didn t seem the same--no, no more did lunch, and so she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing."<|quote|>I know what I know,</|quote|>"s... | has Mr. Lanoline rested his eyes on mine." "I hope you were pleased," said Tibby. "Of course," Helen squeaked. "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 nig... | 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," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We ... | 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, my dears, ... | 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 and honestl... | 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," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" ... | Howards End |
"she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a li... | Helen | I know what I know,<|quote|>"she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root... | t begin how on earthing." I know what I know,<|quote|>"she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dinin... | all this morning her apprehensions grew. Breakfast didn t seem the same--no, no more did lunch, and so she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know,<|quote|>"she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with ... | eyes on mine." "I hope you were pleased," said Tibby. "Of course," Helen squeaked. "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... | 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, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were not nice about our v... | 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 ll never... | 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... | 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 civilisation. How paradoxica... | Howards End |
"Bag it by all means," | Margaret | this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I."<|quote|>"Bag it by all means,"</|quote|>murmured Margaret, putting down her | writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I."<|quote|>"Bag it by all means,"</|quote|>murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure | to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I."<|quote|>"Bag it by all means,"</|quote|>murmured Margaret, putting down ... | what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. ... | 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 she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being t... | 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 chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really ... | 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 produce men of t... | 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 was fl... | Howards End |
murmured Margaret, putting down her work. | No speaker | "Bag it by all means,"<|quote|>murmured Margaret, putting down her work.</|quote|>"I m not sure that | this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means,"<|quote|>murmured Margaret, putting down her work.</|quote|>"I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. | She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means,"<|quote|>murmured Margaret, putting down her work.</|quote|>"I m not su... | didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s... | 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 she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the ... | 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. I ... | 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 produce men of that sort may well be p... | 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 ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husba... | Howards End |
"I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" | Margaret | Margaret, putting down her work.<|quote|>"I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?"</|quote|>"I don t think so--she | it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work.<|quote|>"I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?"</|quote|>"I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The | Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work.<|quote|>"I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It mean... | had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn ... | 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 she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But ... | 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. I was, as it were, orating my speec... | 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 has b... | 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. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie ope... | Howards End |
"I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." | Helen | smoking somewhere, doesn t it?"<|quote|>"I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy."</|quote|>"Her husband may be, though," | It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?"<|quote|>"I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy."</|quote|>"Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the | she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?"<|quote|>"I don t think so--she doesn t really... | of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley ... | this morning her apprehensions grew. Breakfast didn t seem the same--no, no more did lunch, and so she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloo... | 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. ... | 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... | 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 had latel... | Howards End |
"Her husband may be, though," | Margaret | isn t capable of tragedy."<|quote|>"Her husband may be, though,"</|quote|>said Margaret, moving to the | really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy."<|quote|>"Her husband may be, though,"</|quote|>said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. | remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy."<|quote|>"Her husband may be, though... | advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her w... | she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then o... | 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 one is... | 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 appreciate the heroism that b... | 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 husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Brack... | Howards End |
said Margaret, moving to the window. | No speaker | "Her husband may be, though,"<|quote|>said Margaret, moving to the window.</|quote|>"Oh no, not likely. No | isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though,"<|quote|>said Margaret, moving to the window.</|quote|>"Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could | all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though,"<|quote|>said Margaret, moving to th... | the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure th... | Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had bette... | 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 one is. She said whom, not what. She got ... | 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 bores m... | 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," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake o... | Howards End |
"Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." | Helen | Margaret, moving to the window.<|quote|>"Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline."</|quote|>"Was she pretty?" "Her figure | husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window.<|quote|>"Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline."</|quote|>"Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." | her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window.<|quote|>"Oh no, not likely. No one capable... | agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It ... | likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was i... | 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 one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please... | 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 sple... | 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," Hunt, my good woman; have a good look round, hunt under the tables, poke up the chimney, shake out the a... | Howards End |
"Was she pretty?" | Margaret | could have married Mrs. Lanoline."<|quote|>"Was she pretty?"</|quote|>"Her figure may have been | No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline."<|quote|>"Was she pretty?"</|quote|>"Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their | some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline."<|quote|>"Was she pretty?... | to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t t... | on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orri... | 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? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or L... | 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 are labouring to make London--" "What it is," he sneered. "What it... | 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 ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husba... | Howards End |
"Her figure may have been good once." | Helen | Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?"<|quote|>"Her figure may have been good once."</|quote|>The flats, their only outlook, | of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?"<|quote|>"Her figure may have been good once."</|quote|>The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain | smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?"<|quote|>"Her figure may have... | the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--... | know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatt... | 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," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were n... | 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, worse lu... | 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... | Howards End |
The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these... | No speaker | may have been good once."<|quote|>The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer c... | "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once."<|quote|>The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turm... | t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once."<|quote|>The flats, their only... | me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable c... | not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, ... | 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... | "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 civilisation. How ... | 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 |
"Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," | Margaret | with such episodes as these.<|quote|>"Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September,"</|quote|>she said at last. "Tibby | and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these.<|quote|>"Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September,"</|quote|>she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what | their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these.<|quote|>"... | so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung l... | pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, reme... | 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." "I hope you were pleased," said Tibby. "... | 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 find it a... | did lunch, and so she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others ... | Howards End |
she said at last. | No speaker | we ll live next September,"<|quote|>she said at last.</|quote|>"Tibby had better first wonder | have again been wondering where we ll live next September,"<|quote|>she said at last.</|quote|>"Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted | of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September,"<|quote|>she said... | "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts t... | advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her w... | 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. "A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lanoli... | 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 even ... | 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. 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 ... | Howards End |
"Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," | Helen | September," she said at last.<|quote|>"Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do,"</|quote|>retorted Helen; and that topic | where we ll live next September," she said at last.<|quote|>"Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do,"</|quote|>retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. | turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last.<|quote|>"Tibby had bet... | though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-... | to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure... | 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. "A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lanoline s a dear--she as... | 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 even live in Oxford if y... | know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantl... | Howards End |
retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a g... | No speaker | wonder what he ll do,"<|quote|>retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the... | last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do,"<|quote|>retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs.... | safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do,"<|quote|>retorted Helen; and that... | not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, f... | Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some h... | 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. "A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lanoline s a dear--she asked for a husband as if he were an umbrella. She mislaid him Satu... | 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 Bournemouth... | 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. Lanoline, we have some grave misunderstanding here. Beautiful as I... | Howards End |
"Cheers, children!" | Helen | shown him into the dining-room.<|quote|>"Cheers, children!"</|quote|>cried Helen. "It s Mrs. | much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room.<|quote|>"Cheers, children!"</|quote|>cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The | just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room.<|quote|>"Cheers, children!"</|quote|>cried Helen. "I... | to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out ... | between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live n... | her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to g... | 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?" (Helen was... | up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable crea... | Howards End |
cried Helen. | No speaker | into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!"<|quote|>cried Helen.</|quote|>"It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby | Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!"<|quote|>cried Helen.</|quote|>"It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried | they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!"<|quote|>cried Helen.</|quote|>"It s Mrs.... | discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to di... | and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," s... | she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the ... | 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?" (Helen was fond of ... | she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy... | Howards End |
"It s Mrs. Lanoline." | Helen | dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen.<|quote|>"It s Mrs. Lanoline."</|quote|>Tibby was interested. The three | had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen.<|quote|>"It s Mrs. Lanoline."</|quote|>Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not | dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen.<|quote|>"It s Mrs. Lanoline."</|quote... | on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast ca... | welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said ... | know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. ... | 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... | she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy... | Howards End |
Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third gene... | No speaker | Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline."<|quote|>Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presenc... | the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline."<|quote|>Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt som... | to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline."<|quote|>Tibby was interested. The... | her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a cler... | thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby had be... | others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We ag... | 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 supplying her own surprise.) ... | "Lan 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." "I hope you were pleased," ... | Howards End |
"You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" | Leonard | example of her own visiting-card.<|quote|>"You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?"</|quote|>said he, uneasily familiar. "No; | was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card.<|quote|>"You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?"</|quote|>said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I | good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card.<|quote|>"You wouldn t remember... | for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She kn... | so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of... | these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were g... | 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." "I hope you were pleased," said Tib... | London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "... | Howards End |
said he, uneasily familiar. | No speaker | giving me this, Miss Schlegel?"<|quote|>said he, uneasily familiar.</|quote|>"No; I can t say | visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?"<|quote|>said he, uneasily familiar.</|quote|>"No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was | it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?"<|quote|>said he, unea... | Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspir... | of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of ... | we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But ... | "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," Helen squeaked. "A perfectly delig... | was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a li... | Howards End |
"No; I can t say I do." | Margaret | Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar.<|quote|>"No; I can t say I do."</|quote|>"Well, that was how it | remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar.<|quote|>"No; I can t say I do."</|quote|>"Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did | type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar.<|quote|>"No... | her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dis... | accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good lo... | September," she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts wer... | "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. "A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lan... | good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episo... | Howards End |
"Well, that was how it happened, you see." | Leonard | can t say I do."<|quote|>"Well, that was how it happened, you see."</|quote|>"Where did we meet, Mr. | he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do."<|quote|>"Well, that was how it happened, you see."</|quote|>"Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I | dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do."<|quote|>"Well, that was how it happen... | few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the ... | third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that mi... | better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out o... | 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. "A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lanoline s a dear--she asked for a hus... | smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his ca... | Howards End |
"Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." | Margaret | how it happened, you see."<|quote|>"Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember."</|quote|>"It was a concert at | I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see."<|quote|>"Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember."</|quote|>"It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I | She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see."<|quote|>"Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minu... | the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in w... | whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have br... | Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin foo... | 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. "A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lanoline s a dear--she asked for a husband as if he were an umbrella. She mislaid him Saturd... | so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung l... | Howards End |
"It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," | Leonard | minute I don t remember."<|quote|>"It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect,"</|quote|>he added pretentiously, "when I | meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember."<|quote|>"It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect,"</|quote|>he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included | only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember."<|quote|>"It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I ... | the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her ... | have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for... | after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER ... | has Mr. Lanoline rested his eyes on mine." "I hope you were pleased," said Tibby. "Of course," Helen squeaked. "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 nig... | about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband ... | Howards End |
he added pretentiously, | No speaker | I think you will recollect,"<|quote|>he added pretentiously,</|quote|>"when I tell you that | at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect,"<|quote|>he added pretentiously,</|quote|>"when I tell you that it included a performance of | me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect,"<|quote|>he added pretentiously,</|quote|>"when I tell you that it in... | in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" sa... | the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her o... | they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they wer... | Tibby. "Of course," Helen squeaked. "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 ... | window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so saf... | Howards End |
"when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." | Leonard | will recollect," he added pretentiously,<|quote|>"when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven."</|quote|>"We hear the Fifth practically | s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously,<|quote|>"when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven."</|quote|>"We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, | Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously,<|quote|>"when I tell you that it included a performance of... | cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasi... | of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but durin... | out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go ... | Helen squeaked. "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 di... | failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas.... | Howards End |
"We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" | Margaret | the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven."<|quote|>"We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?"</|quote|>"Was it the time the | it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven."<|quote|>"We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?"</|quote|>"Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the | how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven."<|quote|>"We hear the Fifth practically every time it... | with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr... | noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so ... | had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire... | 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 she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missin... | into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and M... | Howards End |
"Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" | Helen | not sure--do you remember, Helen?"<|quote|>"Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?"</|quote|>He thought not. "Then I | s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?"<|quote|>"Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?"</|quote|>He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s | "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?"<|quote|>"Was it the time the sandy cat walked ro... | only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think yo... | paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who a... | love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus m... | inconvenience. But all night, and all this morning her apprehensions grew. Breakfast didn t seem the same--no, no more did lunch, and so she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating... | what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a ... | Howards End |
He thought not. | No speaker | cat walked round the balustrade?"<|quote|>He thought not.</|quote|>"Then I don t remember. | it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?"<|quote|>He thought not.</|quote|>"Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven | you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?"<|quote|>He thought not.</|quote|>"... | t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it i... | tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew thi... | so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers,... | Breakfast didn t seem the same--no, no more did lunch, and so she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did k... | capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of L... | Howards End |
"Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." | Helen | the balustrade?" He thought not.<|quote|>"Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially."</|quote|>"And you, if I may | the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not.<|quote|>"Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially."</|quote|>"And you, if I may say so, took away my | he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not.<|quote|>"Then I don t remember. That s ... | me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performa... | a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very we... | was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried H... | seem the same--no, no more did lunch, and so she strolled up to 2 Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew wh... | to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. T... | Howards End |
"And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." | Leonard | Beethoven I ever remember specially."<|quote|>"And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course."</|quote|>"Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for | remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially."<|quote|>"And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course."</|quote|>"Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener | Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially."<|quote|>"And you, if I may say so, took ... | do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically ... | last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with... | a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried down... | Wickham Place as being the most likely place for the missing article." "But how on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had bette... | into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and M... | Howards End |
"Likely enough," | Helen | my umbrella, inadvertently of course."<|quote|>"Likely enough,"</|quote|>Helen laughed, "for I steal | may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course."<|quote|>"Likely enough,"</|quote|>Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I | so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course."<|quote|>"Likely enough,"</|quote|>Helen laughed... | Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it ... | so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her.... | Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colou... | on earth--" "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and ... | guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, notin... | Howards End |
Helen laughed, | No speaker | inadvertently of course." "Likely enough,"<|quote|>Helen laughed,</|quote|>"for I steal umbrellas even | so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough,"<|quote|>Helen laughed,</|quote|>"for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. | m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough,"<|quote|>Helen laughed,</|quote|>"fo... | the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time t... | is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was onl... | Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless... | "Don t begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-r... | was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not t... | Howards End |
"for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" | Helen | course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed,<|quote|>"for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?"</|quote|>"Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." | away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed,<|quote|>"for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?"</|quote|>"Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of | sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed,<|quote|>"for I steal umbre... | I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy ca... | gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unpre... | much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had alre... | begin how on earthing." I know what I know, "she kept repeating, not uncivilly, but with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room ree... | from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in... | Howards End |
"Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." | Leonard | Did you get it back?"<|quote|>"Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel."</|quote|>"The mistake arose out of | oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?"<|quote|>"Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel."</|quote|>"The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed | He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?"<|quote|>"Yes, thank you, Miss Schlege... | you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t reme... | who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Mi... | who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and... | with extreme gloom. In vain I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered wher... | him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt so... | Howards End |
"The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" | Margaret | "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel."<|quote|>"The mistake arose out of my card, did it?"</|quote|>interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake | Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel."<|quote|>"The mistake arose out of my card, did it?"</|quote|>interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The | don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel."<|quote|>"The mistake arose o... | pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethove... | to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, une... | the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some street... | I asked her what she did know. Some knew what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised ... | Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin foo... | Howards End |
interposed Margaret. | No speaker | of my card, did it?"<|quote|>interposed Margaret.</|quote|>"Yes, the mistake arose--it was | Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?"<|quote|>interposed Margaret.</|quote|>"Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who | ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?"<|quote|>interposed Margaret.... | performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may sa... | vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, ... | Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the... | what others knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. ... | natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own ... | Howards End |
"Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." | Leonard | card, did it?" interposed Margaret.<|quote|>"Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake."</|quote|>"The lady who called here | mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret.<|quote|>"Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake."</|quote|>"The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were | specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret.<|quote|>"Yes, the mis... | the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away... | the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it hap... | was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation... | knew, and others didn t, and then others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed th... | She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was res... | Howards End |
"The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" | Margaret | mistake arose--it was a mistake."<|quote|>"The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?"</|quote|>she continued, pushing him forward, | it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake."<|quote|>"The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?"</|quote|>she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised | so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake."<|quote|>"The... | the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Li... | outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? F... | find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civi... | others again had better be careful. Oh dear, she was incompetent! She had a face like a silkworm, and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty m... | type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can ... | Howards End |
she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. | No speaker | that she could find you?"<|quote|>she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one.</|quote|>"That s so, calling too--a | you were calling too, and that she could find you?"<|quote|>she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one.</|quote|>"That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, | than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?"<|quote|>she continued, pushing h... | the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did yo... | for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect... | eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed ... | and the dining-room reeks of orris-root. We chatted pleasantly a little about husbands, and I wondered where hers was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bag... | the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her o... | Howards End |
"That s so, calling too--a mistake." | Leonard | seemed unable to give one.<|quote|>"That s so, calling too--a mistake."</|quote|>"Then why--?" began Helen, but | had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one.<|quote|>"That s so, calling too--a mistake."</|quote|>"Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on | of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one.<|quote|>"That s so, cal... | s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" inter... | uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beeth... | city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primiti... | was too, and advised her to go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putti... | had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of bo... | Howards End |
"Then why--?" | Helen | s so, calling too--a mistake."<|quote|>"Then why--?"</|quote|>began Helen, but Margaret laid | unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake."<|quote|>"Then why--?"</|quote|>began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. | Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake."<|quote|>"Then why-... | remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mi... | say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practi... | him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the sp... | go to the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not s... | as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine ... | Howards End |
began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. | No speaker | calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?"<|quote|>began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm.</|quote|>"I said to my wife," | give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?"<|quote|>began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm.</|quote|>"I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I | the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?"<|quote|>began Helen,... | "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a... | do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically ... | the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine tha... | the police. She thanked me. We agreed that Mr. Lanoline s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure th... | sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whet... | Howards End |
"I said to my wife," | Leonard | a hand on her arm.<|quote|>"I said to my wife,"</|quote|>he continued more rapidly "I | began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm.<|quote|>"I said to my wife,"</|quote|>he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I | here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm.<|quote|>"I said to my wife,"<... | umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yes... | did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember,... | civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broaden... | s a notty, notty man, and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volca... | and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAP... | Howards End |
he continued more rapidly | No speaker | "I said to my wife,"<|quote|>he continued more rapidly</|quote|>"I said to Mrs. Bast," | a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife,"<|quote|>he continued more rapidly</|quote|>"I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a | were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife,"<|quote|>he continued more rapidly</|quot... | enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, an... | For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the ti... | town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to g... | and hasn t no business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, ... | her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dis... | Howards End |
"I said to Mrs. Bast," | Leonard | wife," he continued more rapidly<|quote|>"I said to Mrs. Bast,"</|quote|>I have to pay a | arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly<|quote|>"I said to Mrs. Bast,"</|quote|>I have to pay a call on some friends, "and | that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly<|quote|>"I said to Mrs. Bast,"</|quo... | I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" s... | don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat ... | the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory... | business to go on the lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "... | just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline... | Howards End |
I have to pay a call on some friends, | No speaker | "I said to Mrs. Bast,"<|quote|>I have to pay a call on some friends,</|quote|>"and Mrs. Bast said to | wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast,"<|quote|>I have to pay a call on some friends,</|quote|>"and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I | she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast,"<|quote|>I have to pay a call on some fr... | than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forwa... | a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustra... | the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail co... | lardy-da. But I think she suspected me up to the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she ... | above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to re... | Howards End |
"and Mrs. Bast said to me," | Leonard | a call on some friends,<|quote|>"and Mrs. Bast said to me,"</|quote|>Do go. "While I was | Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends,<|quote|>"and Mrs. Bast said to me,"</|quote|>Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me | promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends,<|quote|>"and Mrs. Bast said to me,"</|quote|>Do go. "Whi... | "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanatio... | you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t reme... | the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had wor... | the last. Bags I writing to Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature i... | couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well... | Howards End |
Do go. | No speaker | Mrs. Bast said to me,"<|quote|>Do go.</|quote|>"While I was gone, however, | call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me,"<|quote|>Do go.</|quote|>"While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important | to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me,"<|quote|>Do go.</|quote|>"While I was gone, however, she wanted me on i... | mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That... | "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever rememb... | of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but durin... | Aunt Juley about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." "H... | presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and ... | Howards End |
"While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." | Leonard | said to me," Do go.<|quote|>"While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you."</|quote|>"No inconvenience," said Helen; "bu... | some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go.<|quote|>"While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you."</|quote|>"No in... | one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go.<|quote|>"While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business... | out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling... | tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember speci... | survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few... | about this. Now, Meg, remember--bags I." "Bag it by all means," murmured Margaret, putting down her work. "I m not sure that this is so funny, Helen. It means some horrible volcano smoking somewhere, doesn t it?" "I don t think so--she doesn t really mind. The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband ... | mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body an... | Howards End |
"No inconvenience," | Helen | may have inadvertently caused you."<|quote|>"No inconvenience,"</|quote|>said Helen; "but I still | well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you."<|quote|>"No inconvenience,"</|quote|>said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air | to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you."<|quote|>"No inconvenience,"</|quote|>said Helen; "but I s... | seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on impo... | I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of ... | couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well... | The admirable creature isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between... | who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and... | Howards End |
said Helen; | No speaker | inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience,"<|quote|>said Helen;</|quote|>"but I still don t | any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience,"<|quote|>said Helen;</|quote|>"but I still don t understand." An air of evasion | Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience,"<|quote|>said Helen;</|quote|>"but I still don... | to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business... | t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my car... | ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vagu... | creature isn t capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and ... | children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusin... | Howards End |
"but I still don t understand." | Helen | you." "No inconvenience," said Helen;<|quote|>"but I still don t understand."</|quote|>An air of evasion characterised | we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen;<|quote|>"but I still don t understand."</|quote|>An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, | "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen;<|quote|>"but I still don t understand."<... | one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and th... | That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" ... | had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, ... | t capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of... | time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you ge... | Howards End |
An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, | No speaker | I still don t understand."<|quote|>An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said,</|quote|>"I still don t understand. | "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand."<|quote|>An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said,</|quote|>"I still don t understand. When di... | wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand."<|quote|>An air of evasion characterised ... | mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to ... | ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, t... | but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the f... | may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly t... | s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "T... | Howards End |
"I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" | Helen | sister s pressure, she said,<|quote|>"I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?"</|quote|>"Call? What call?" said he, | cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said,<|quote|>"I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?"</|quote|>"Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question | inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said,<|quote|>"I still don t u... | Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I sti... | thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he ... | are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss S... | outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London. Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have ag... | "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you re... | Howards End |
"Call? What call?" | Leonard | say you paid this call?"<|quote|>"Call? What call?"</|quote|>said he, staring as if | t understand. When did you say you paid this call?"<|quote|>"Call? What call?"</|quote|>said he, staring as if her question had been a | An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?"<|quote|>"Call? What call?"</|quote|>said he, stari... | wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast... | interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then w... | vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, ... | Her thoughts turned sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby ha... | he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of B... | Howards End |
said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. | No speaker | this call?" "Call? What call?"<|quote|>said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream.</|quote|>"This afternoon call." "In the | did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?"<|quote|>said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream.</|quote|>"This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, | evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?"<|quote|>said he, staring as if her questi... | important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explaine... | the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Mar... | mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happene... | sadly to house-hunting. Wickham Place had been so safe. She feared, fantastically, that her own little flock might be moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonde... | "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose o... | Howards End |
"This afternoon call." | Helen | device of those in mid-stream.<|quote|>"This afternoon call."</|quote|>"In the afternoon, of course!" | a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream.<|quote|>"This afternoon call."</|quote|>"In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at | get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream.<|quote|>"This afternoon call."</|quote|>"In the af... | beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelt... | that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay... | her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hal... | moving into turmoil and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen we... | so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady wh... | Howards End |
"In the afternoon, of course!" | Leonard | in mid-stream. "This afternoon call."<|quote|>"In the afternoon, of course!"</|quote|>he replied, and looked at | a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call."<|quote|>"In the afternoon, of course!"</|quote|>he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the | had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call."<|quote|>"In the afternoon, of course!"</... | my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Ne... | find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some... | only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think yo... | and squalor, into nearer contact with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her ... | Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear B... | Howards End |
he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, | No speaker | "In the afternoon, of course!"<|quote|>he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said,</|quote|>"Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" | in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!"<|quote|>he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said,</|quote|>"Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and | Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!"<|quote|>he replied, and looked at T... | well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pres... | him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to m... | of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pre... | with such episodes as these. "Tibby and I have again been wondering where we ll live next September," she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one... | that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay... | Howards End |
"Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" | Tibby | Tibby was unsympathetic, and said,<|quote|>"Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?"</|quote|>"S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and | how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said,<|quote|>"Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?"</|quote|>"S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on | this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said,<|quote|>"Saturday afternoon or ... | t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring... | calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come ... | I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fift... | she said at last. "Tibby had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. ... | "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of cou... | Howards End |
"S--Saturday." | Leonard | "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?"<|quote|>"S--Saturday."</|quote|>"Really!" said Helen; "and you | Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?"<|quote|>"S--Saturday."</|quote|>"Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, | said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?"<|quote|>"S--Saturday... | evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had b... | began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came af... | do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically ... | had better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen o... | thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapid... | Howards End |
"Really!" | Helen | afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday."<|quote|>"Really!"</|quote|>said Helen; "and you were | was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday."<|quote|>"Really!"</|quote|>said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when | he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday."<|quote|>"R... | characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a fo... | Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me... | "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every... | better first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out o... | me this, Miss Schlegel?" said he, uneasily familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performa... | Howards End |
said Helen; | No speaker | or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!"<|quote|>said Helen;</|quote|>"and you were still calling | unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!"<|quote|>said Helen;</|quote|>"and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife | staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!"<|quo... | Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a f... | but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I... | that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time i... | first wonder what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the a... | specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake aro... | Howards End |
"and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." | Helen | afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen;<|quote|>"and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit."</|quote|>"I don t call that | said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen;<|quote|>"and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit."</|quote|>"I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going | if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen;<|qu... | He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite d... | laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tende... | how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done,... | what he ll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a ... | he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only... | Howards End |
"I don t call that fair," | Leonard | came here. A long visit."<|quote|>"I don t call that fair,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bast, going scarlet | on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit."<|quote|>"I don t call that fair,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight | "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit."<|quote... | get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of cours... | "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have ina... | don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat ... | tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both dec... | recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. Tha... | Howards End |
said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. | No speaker | don t call that fair,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes.</|quote|>"I know what you mean, | here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes.</|quote|>"I know what you mean, and it isn t so." | of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bast,... | of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at... | have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "... | concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade... | went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery,... | in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental ... | Howards End |
"I know what you mean, and it isn t so." | Leonard | was fight in his eyes.<|quote|>"I know what you mean, and it isn t so."</|quote|>"Oh, don t let us | going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes.<|quote|>"I know what you mean, and it isn t so."</|quote|>"Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again | went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes.<|quote|>"I know wh... | understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and... | me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understan... | pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethove... | going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed ... | t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my car... | Howards End |
"Oh, don t let us mind," | Margaret | and it isn t so."<|quote|>"Oh, don t let us mind,"</|quote|>said Margaret, distressed again by | "I know what you mean, and it isn t so."<|quote|>"Oh, don t let us mind,"</|quote|>said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It | Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so."<|quote|>"Oh, don t let us mind,"</|quote|>sai... | What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Satu... | me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He ex... | of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took a... | her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs. Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a cler... | sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas eve... | Howards End |
said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. | No speaker | don t let us mind,"<|quote|>said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss.</|quote|>"It was something else," he | it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind,"<|quote|>said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss.</|quote|>"It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking | "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind,"<|quote|>said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss.</|quote|>"... | if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "an... | I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying... | "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of cou... | had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire... | more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we... | Howards End |
"It was something else," | Leonard | by odours from the abyss.<|quote|>"It was something else,"</|quote|>he asserted, his elaborate manner | mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss.<|quote|>"It was something else,"</|quote|>he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere | wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss.<|quote|>"It was something else,"</|quote|>he asserted, his elaborat... | favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when y... | so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get... | done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I st... | smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his ca... | calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bas... | Howards End |
he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. | No speaker | abyss. "It was something else,"<|quote|>he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down.</|quote|>"I was somewhere else to | again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else,"<|quote|>he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down.</|quote|>"I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" | long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else,"<|quote|>he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down.</|q... | in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long... | and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the ... | not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas... | telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the... | do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically ... | Howards End |
"I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" | Leonard | his elaborate manner breaking down.<|quote|>"I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!"</|quote|>"It was good of you | was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down.<|quote|>"I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!"</|quote|>"It was good of you to come and explain," she | fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down.<|quote|>"I was somewhere else to what you t... | afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Ba... | and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her s... | the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did yo... | hatred had both decayed. CHAPTER XIV The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from ... | he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on i... | Howards End |
"It was good of you to come and explain," | Margaret | what you think, so there!"<|quote|>"It was good of you to come and explain,"</|quote|>she said. "The rest is | "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!"<|quote|>"It was good of you to come and explain,"</|quote|>she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." | fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!"<|quote|>"It was good of you to come and explain,"</... | see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eye... | inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understan... | thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mi... | many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, ch... | familiar. "No; I can t say I do." "Well, that was how it happened, you see." "Where did we meet, Mr. Bast? For the minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "W... | Howards End |
she said. | No speaker | you to come and explain,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"The rest is naturally no | there!" "It was good of you to come and explain,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but | and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"The rest is naturally n... | and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t l... | still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said h... | the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interpo... | were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was ... | Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, tho... | Howards End |
"The rest is naturally no concern of ours." | Margaret | come and explain," she said.<|quote|>"The rest is naturally no concern of ours."</|quote|>"Yes, but I want--I wanted--have | was good of you to come and explain," she said.<|quote|>"The rest is naturally no concern of ours."</|quote|>"Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal | isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said.<|quote|>"The rest is naturally no concern of our... | "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind... | t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring... | Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Marga... | to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. T... | Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." A... | Howards End |
"Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" | Leonard | naturally no concern of ours."<|quote|>"Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?"</|quote|>Margaret nodded. "It s a | she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours."<|quote|>"Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?"</|quote|>Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to | mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours."<|quote|>"Yes, but I want--I wante... | Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was som... | Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favou... | I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "T... | called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to ... | card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he ... | Howards End |
Margaret nodded. | No speaker | The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?"<|quote|>Margaret nodded.</|quote|>"It s a beautiful book. | want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?"<|quote|>Margaret nodded.</|quote|>"It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back | else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?"<|quote|>Margaret nodded.</|quote|>"It... | A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was so... | why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the after... | Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that sh... | Company. Thus much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless... | her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies,... | Howards End |
"It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" | Leonard | of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded.<|quote|>"It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?"</|quote|>Helen and Tibby groaned gently. | you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded.<|quote|>"It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?"</|quote|>Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. | asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded.<|quote|>"It s a beautiful book... | visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere... | should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, o... | "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find yo... | much from his card. He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It s Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had alre... | took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who ca... | Howards End |
Helen and Tibby groaned gently. | No speaker | read Stevenson s Prince Otto?"<|quote|>Helen and Tibby groaned gently.</|quote|>"That s another beautiful book. | end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?"<|quote|>Helen and Tibby groaned gently.</|quote|>"That s another beautiful book. You get back to the | concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?"<|quote|>Helen and Tibby groaned gently.</|quote|>"That... | t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I want... | said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Real... | the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Mar... | interested. The three hurried downstairs, to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, gr... | say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lad... | Howards End |
"That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" | Leonard | Helen and Tibby groaned gently.<|quote|>"That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--"</|quote|>He mouthed affectedly. Then through | read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently.<|quote|>"That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--"</|quote|>He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture | I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently.<|quote|>"That s another beautiful book. You get ba... | Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever rea... | her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and y... | mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm... | to find, not the gay dog they expected, but a young man, colourless, toneless, who had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom c... | that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I sa... | Howards End |
He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. | No speaker | earth in that. I wanted--"<|quote|>He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble.</|quote|>"I walked all the Saturday | You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--"<|quote|>He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble.</|quote|>"I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked." | a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--"<|quote|>He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his cu... | elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back... | afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t cal... | she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a ca... | had already the mournful eyes above a drooping moustache that are so common in London, and that haunt some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the lif... | I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "T... | Howards End |
"I walked all the Saturday night," | Leonard | fact, hard as a pebble.<|quote|>"I walked all the Saturday night,"</|quote|>said Leonard. "I walked." A | his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble.<|quote|>"I walked all the Saturday night,"</|quote|>said Leonard. "I walked." A thrill of approval ran through | in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble.<|quote|>"I walked all the Saturday night,"</|quote|>... | you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince... | went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you m... | unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important b... | some streets of the city like accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more th... | minute I don t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the s... | Howards End |
said Leonard. | No speaker | walked all the Saturday night,"<|quote|>said Leonard.</|quote|>"I walked." A thrill of | hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night,"<|quote|>said Leonard.</|quote|>"I walked." A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. | ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night,"<|quote|>said Leonard.</|quote|>"I walked.... | said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groane... | said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let u... | so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had c... | accusing presences. One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good lo... | t remember." "It was a concert at the Queen s Hall. I think you will recollect," he added pretentiously, "when I tell you that it included a performance of the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven." "We hear the Fifth practically every time it s done, so I m not sure--do you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walk... | Howards End |
"I walked." | Leonard | the Saturday night," said Leonard.<|quote|>"I walked."</|quote|>A thrill of approval ran | a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard.<|quote|>"I walked."</|quote|>A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture | Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard.<|quote|>"I walked."</|quote|>A thrill... | rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "... | afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Ma... | too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, ow... | One guessed him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, n... | walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, t... | Howards End |
A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen, | No speaker | night," said Leonard. "I walked."<|quote|>A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen,</|quote|>"No doubt it s another | "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked."<|quote|>A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen,</|quote|>"No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d | Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked."<|quote|>A thrill of approval ran thro... | naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s a... | Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distr... | "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, ... | him as the third generation, grandson to the shepherd or ploughboy whom civilisation had sucked into the town; as one of the thousands who have lost the life of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the sp... | went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. A long visit." "I don t call that fair," said Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you m... | Howards End |
"No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road." | Helen | s Open Road. Said Helen,<|quote|>"No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road."</|quote|>"Oh, I walked." "How far?" | ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen,<|quote|>"No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road."</|quote|>"Oh, I walked." "How far?" "I don t know, nor | mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked." A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen,<|quote|>"No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d... | get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebb... | Mr. Bast, going scarlet and handsome. There was fight in his eyes. "I know what you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It... | to pay a call on some friends, "and Mrs. Bast said to me," Do go. "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No in... | of the body and failed to reach the life of the spirit. Hints of robustness survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a ... | sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back... | Howards End |
"Oh, I walked." | Leonard | rather hear about your road."<|quote|>"Oh, I walked."</|quote|>"How far?" "I don t | beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road."<|quote|>"Oh, I walked."</|quote|>"How far?" "I don t know, nor for how long. | the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked." A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen, "No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road."<|quote|>"Oh, I walked."</|quote|>"How far?" "I d... | Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked." A t... | you mean, and it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no conce... | "While I was gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air o... | survived in him, more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few... | but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mi... | Howards End |
"How far?" | Helen | your road." "Oh, I walked."<|quote|>"How far?"</|quote|>"I don t know, nor | I d rather hear about your road." "Oh, I walked."<|quote|>"How far?"</|quote|>"I don t know, nor for how long. It got | said Leonard. "I walked." A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen, "No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road." "Oh, I walked."<|quote|>"How far?"</|quote|>"I don t know, nor for ho... | ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked." A thrill of app... | it isn t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "... | gone, however, she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion cha... | more than a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had do... | it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an ... | Howards End |
"I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark to see my watch." | Leonard | "Oh, I walked." "How far?"<|quote|>"I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark to see my watch."</|quote|>"Were you walking alone, may | rather hear about your road." "Oh, I walked." "How far?"<|quote|>"I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark to see my watch."</|quote|>"Were you walking alone, may I ask?" "Yes," he said, | "I walked." A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen, "No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road." "Oh, I walked." "How far?"<|quote|>"I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark... | Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked." A thrill of approval ran ... | t so." "Oh, don t let us mind," said Margaret, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, bu... | she wanted me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card, and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. ... | a hint of primitive good looks, and Margaret, noting the spine that might have been straight, and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whet... | you remember, Helen?" "Was it the time the sandy cat walked round the balustrade?" He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener... | Howards End |
"Were you walking alone, may I ask?" | Helen | dark to see my watch."<|quote|>"Were you walking alone, may I ask?"</|quote|>"Yes," he said, straightening himself; | how long. It got too dark to see my watch."<|quote|>"Were you walking alone, may I ask?"</|quote|>"Yes," he said, straightening himself; "but we d been talking | asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen, "No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road." "Oh, I walked." "How far?" "I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark to see my watch."<|quote|>"Were you walking alone, may I ask?"</|quote|>"Yes," he said, straighte... | back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked." A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas ... | abyss. "It was something else," he asserted, his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nod... | and so came after me, and I beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should... | and the chest that might have broadened, wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the ... | He thought not. "Then I don t remember. That s the only Beethoven I ever remember specially." "And you, if I may say so, took away my umbrella, inadvertently of course." "Likely enough," Helen laughed, "for I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The... | Howards End |
"Yes," | Leonard | walking alone, may I ask?"<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>he said, straightening himself; "but | see my watch." "Were you walking alone, may I ask?"<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>he said, straightening himself; "but we d been talking it | V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen, "No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road." "Oh, I walked." "How far?" "I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark to see my watch." "Were you walking alone, may I ask?"<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>he said, straightening himself; "but we d been talking... | wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked." A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen, "No ... | his elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get ... | beg to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelt... | wondered whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many ... | you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed... | Howards End |
he said, straightening himself; | No speaker | alone, may I ask?" "Yes,"<|quote|>he said, straightening himself;</|quote|>"but we d been talking | my watch." "Were you walking alone, may I ask?" "Yes,"<|quote|>he said, straightening himself;</|quote|>"but we d been talking it over at the office. | Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen, "No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road." "Oh, I walked." "How far?" "I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark to see my watch." "Were you walking alone, may I ask?" "Yes,"<|quote|>he said, straightening himself;</|quote|>"but we d been talking it... | He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked." A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen, "No doubt it s... | elaborate manner breaking down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back... | to tender my apologies, and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of... | whether it paid to give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good ... | those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsympathetic, and said, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "S--Saturday." "Really!" said Helen; "and you were still calling on Sunday, when your wife came here. ... | Howards End |
"but we d been talking it over at the office. There s been a lot of talk at the office lately about these things. The fellows there said one steers by the Pole Star, and I looked it up in the celestial atlas, but once out of doors everything gets so mixed." | Leonard | "Yes," he said, straightening himself;<|quote|>"but we d been talking it over at the office. There s been a lot of talk at the office lately about these things. The fellows there said one steers by the Pole Star, and I looked it up in the celestial atlas, but once out of doors everything gets so mixed."</|quote|>"Don t... | walking alone, may I ask?" "Yes," he said, straightening himself;<|quote|>"but we d been talking it over at the office. There s been a lot of talk at the office lately about these things. The fellows there said one steers by the Pole Star, and I looked it up in the celestial atlas, but once out of doors everything gets... | Said Helen, "No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road." "Oh, I walked." "How far?" "I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark to see my watch." "Were you walking alone, may I ask?" "Yes," he said, straightening himself;<|quote|>"but we d been talking it over at the office. There s... | through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night," said Leonard. "I walked." A thrill of approval ran through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether they had ever read E. V. Lucas s Open Road. Said Helen, "No doubt it s another beautiful book, but... | "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you see, li... | and hers as well, for any inconvenience we may have inadvertently caused you." "No inconvenience," said Helen; "but I still don t understand." An air of evasion characterised Mr. Bast. He explained again, but was obviously lying, and Helen didn t see why he should get off. She had the cruelty of youth. Neglecting her s... | give up the glory of the animal for a tail coat and a couple of ideas. Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanised the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wreck... | I steal umbrellas even oftener than I hear Beethoven. Did you get it back?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Schlegel." "The mistake arose out of my card, did it?" interposed Margaret. "Yes, the mistake arose--it was a mistake." "The lady who called here yesterday thought that you were calling too, and that she could find you?" s... | Howards End |
"Don t talk to me about the Pole Star," | Helen | doors everything gets so mixed."<|quote|>"Don t talk to me about the Pole Star,"</|quote|>interrupted Helen, who was becoming | atlas, but once out of doors everything gets so mixed."<|quote|>"Don t talk to me about the Pole Star,"</|quote|>interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little | d been talking it over at the office. There s been a lot of talk at the office lately about these things. The fellows there said one steers by the Pole Star, and I looked it up in the celestial atlas, but once out of doors everything gets so mixed."<|quote|>"Don t talk to me about the Pole Star,"</|quote|>interrupted H... | "No doubt it s another beautiful book, but I d rather hear about your road." "Oh, I walked." "How far?" "I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark to see my watch." "Were you walking alone, may I ask?" "Yes," he said, straightening himself; "but we d been talking it over at the office. There s been a lot of talk ... | get back to the earth, don t you see, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebb... | youth. Neglecting her sister s pressure, she said, "I still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Ti... | philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "... | down. "I was somewhere else to what you think, so there!" "It was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is naturally no concern of ours." "Yes, but I want--I wanted--have you ever read The Ordeal of Richard Feverel?" Margaret nodded. "It s a beautiful book. I wanted to get back to the earth, don t you s... | Howards End |
interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. | No speaker | me about the Pole Star,"<|quote|>interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested.</|quote|>"I know its little ways. | mixed." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star,"<|quote|>interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested.</|quote|>"I know its little ways. It goes round and round, | s been a lot of talk at the office lately about these things. The fellows there said one steers by the Pole Star, and I looked it up in the celestial atlas, but once out of doors everything gets so mixed." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star,"<|quote|>interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested.</|quote|>"I know i... | d rather hear about your road." "Oh, I walked." "How far?" "I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark to see my watch." "Were you walking alone, may I ask?" "Yes," he said, straightening himself; "but we d been talking it over at the office. There s been a lot of talk at the office lately about these things. The ... | like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Prince Otto?" Helen and Tibby groaned gently. "That s another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard as a pebble. "I walked all the Saturday night,"... | still don t understand. When did you say you paid this call?" "Call? What call?" said he, staring as if her question had been a foolish one, a favourite device of those in mid-stream. "This afternoon call." "In the afternoon, of course!" he replied, and looked at Tibby to see how the repartee went. But Tibby was unsymp... | wrecked in trying to cross it. She knew this type very well--the vague aspirations, the mental dishonesty, the familiarity with the outsides of books. She knew the very tones in which he would address her. She was only unprepared for an example of her own visiting-card. "You wouldn t remember giving me this, Miss Schle... | you?" she continued, pushing him forward, for, though he had promised an explanation, he seemed unable to give one. "That s so, calling too--a mistake." "Then why--?" began Helen, but Margaret laid a hand on her arm. "I said to my wife," he continued more rapidly "I said to Mrs. Bast," I have to pay a call on some frie... | Howards End |
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