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"I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." | Helen | Helen, who was becoming interested.<|quote|>"I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it."</|quote|>"Well, I lost it entirely. | about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested.<|quote|>"I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it."</|quote|>"Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street | 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," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested.<|quote|>"I know its little ways. It goes round ... | "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 fellows there said one steers by... | 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 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 said, "Saturday afte... | 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, uneasily familia... | 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 you were still cal... | Howards End |
"Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." | Leonard | you go round after it."<|quote|>"Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy."</|quote|>Tibby, who preferred his comedy | goes round and round, and you go round after it."<|quote|>"Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy."</|quote|>Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. | 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," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it."<|quote|>"Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the stre... | 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 fellows there said one steers by the Pole Star, and I looked it up in the celestial atlas, but once out... | 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 through the sisters. But culture closed in again. He asked whether... | 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 you were still... | 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? For the mi... | 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... | Howards End |
Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. | No speaker | towards morning it got cloudy."<|quote|>Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthus... | lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy."<|quote|>Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence ... | t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy."<|quote|>Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted... | 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." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becom... | 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 d rather hear a... | 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. Bast, going scarlet and h... | 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... | 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, and Helen didn t see ... | Howards End |
"Where did you start from?" | Margaret | stirred to enthusiasm more easily.<|quote|>"Where did you start from?"</|quote|>cried Margaret. "Do tell us | in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily.<|quote|>"Where did you start from?"</|quote|>cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground | Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily.<|quote|>"Where did you... | t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slippe... | 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 at t... | 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 was... | 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?" He thoug... | 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 another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture ... | Howards End |
cried Margaret. | No speaker | "Where did you start from?"<|quote|>cried Margaret.</|quote|>"Do tell us more." "I | stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?"<|quote|>cried Margaret.</|quote|>"Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. | undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?"<|quote|>cried Margaret.</|... | the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He... | 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 at the office lately about these ... | 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 was good of you to come and explain,"... | 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. "Then I don ... | "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?" "I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark to see ... | Howards End |
"Do tell us more." | Margaret | you start from?" cried Margaret.<|quote|>"Do tell us more."</|quote|>"I took the Underground to | enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret.<|quote|>"Do tell us more."</|quote|>"I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out | from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret.<|quote|>"Do tell us more."</|... | Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew tha... | 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. Th... | 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 was good of you to come and explain," she said.... | 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 remember... | 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 at the office... | Howards End |
"I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" | Leonard | Margaret. "Do tell us more."<|quote|>"I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--"</|quote|>"But not good country there, | did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more."<|quote|>"I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--"</|quote|>"But not good country there... | knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more."<|quote|>"I took the Undergro... | was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never atta... | 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 fellows there ... | "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 was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The rest is natur... | 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... | 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 was good of you to come and explain," she said. "The res... | Howards End |
"But not good country there, is it?" | Margaret | dinner at Wimbledon, and then--"<|quote|>"But not good country there, is it?"</|quote|>"It was gas-lamps for hours. | I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--"<|quote|>"But not good country there, is it?"</|quote|>"It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the | more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--"<|quote|>"But not good country there, is it?"</|quote|>"It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I h... | He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground t... | 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," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes ... | 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, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson s Pri... | 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 ... | 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, distressed again by odours from the abyss. "It wa... | Howards End |
"It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." | Leonard | good country there, is it?"<|quote|>"It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently."</|quote|>"Yes, go on," said Helen. | Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?"<|quote|>"It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently."</|quote|>"Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how | As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?"<|quote|>"It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I... | attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the off... | 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," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go ... | 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... | 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?" interposed ... | 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... | Howards End |
"Yes, go on," | Helen | get into woods, too, presently."<|quote|>"Yes, go on,"</|quote|>said Helen. "You ve no | the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently."<|quote|>"Yes, go on,"</|quote|>said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground | this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently."<|quote|>"Yes, go on,"</|quote|>said Helen. "You ve no idea how dif... | absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbled... | out of doors everything gets so mixed." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibb... | 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 another beautiful book. You get back to the earth in that. I wanted--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture ... | 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... | 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 vi... | Howards End |
said Helen. | No speaker | too, presently." "Yes, go on,"<|quote|>said Helen.</|quote|>"You ve no idea how | I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on,"<|quote|>said Helen.</|quote|>"You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when | I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on,"<|quote|>said Helen.</|quote|>"You ve no idea how difficult uneven g... | stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "B... | everything gets so mixed." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who prefer... | 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--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fa... | 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?" she continued, push... | 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 mean, and it isn t so... | Howards End |
"You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." | Leonard | "Yes, go on," said Helen.<|quote|>"You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark."</|quote|>"Did you actually go off | get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen.<|quote|>"You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark."</|quote|>"Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I | never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen.<|quote|>"You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it ... | enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good... | so mixed." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy u... | 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--" He mouthed affectedly. Then through the mists of his culture came a hard fact, hard... | 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... | 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, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever... | Howards End |
"Did you actually go off the roads?" | Helen | is when it s dark."<|quote|>"Did you actually go off the roads?"</|quote|>"Oh yes. I always meant | idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark."<|quote|>"Did you actually go off the roads?"</|quote|>"Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, | "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark."<|quote|>"Did you actually go off the roads?"</|quote|>"Oh yes.... | more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night,... | who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never ... | 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," said Leonard... | 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 unable to... | 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 was good of you to come and explain," she s... | Howards End |
"Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." | Leonard | actually go off the roads?"<|quote|>"Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way."</|quote|>"Mr. Bast, you re a | it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?"<|quote|>"Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way."</|quote|>"Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No | "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?"<|quote|>"Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the w... | As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get... | little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hea... | 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... | 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 too--a mi... | 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." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becom... | Howards End |
"Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," | Margaret | to find one s way."<|quote|>"Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer,"</|quote|>laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete | that it s more difficult to find one s way."<|quote|>"Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer,"</|quote|>laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you | go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way."<|quote|>"Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer,"</|quote|>laughed Margaret. "No professio... | walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground i... | trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to ent... | 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... | 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... | 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 another beautiful book. You get back to the ... | Howards End |
laughed Margaret. | No speaker | you re a born adventurer,"<|quote|>laughed Margaret.</|quote|>"No professional athlete would have | one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer,"<|quote|>laughed Margaret.</|quote|>"No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. | idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer,"<|quote|>laughed Margaret.</|quote|>"No professional athlete would have attempte... | I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actua... | Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start f... | 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 d rather hear a... | 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... | 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," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the ... | Howards End |
"No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" | Margaret | a born adventurer," laughed Margaret.<|quote|>"No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?"</|quote|>"Professional athletes never move without | way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret.<|quote|>"No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?"</|quote|>"Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen. | difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret.<|quote|>"No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done... | a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go... | preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried... | 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 d rather hear about yo... | 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 me," Do go. "W... | "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 something ... | Howards End |
"Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," | Helen | Whatever did your wife say?"<|quote|>"Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses,"</|quote|>said Helen. "Besides, they can | end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?"<|quote|>"Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses,"</|quote|>said Helen. "Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. | of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?"<|quote|>"Professional athletes never move without lanterns and c... | out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you r... | Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t t... | 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?" "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... | 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 tender my apologi... | 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 ... | Howards End |
said Helen. | No speaker | move without lanterns and compasses,"<|quote|>said Helen.</|quote|>"Besides, they can t walk. | wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses,"<|quote|>said Helen.</|quote|>"Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on." | to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses,"<|quote|>said Helen.</|quote|>"B... | into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Marga... | they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of... | 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." "Were you walking alone, may I ask?" "Yes," he said, straightening himself; "but we d been talking... | 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, and hers as well, for any inc... | 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 fellows there said one steers by the Pole Star, and I looked it up in the celestial atlas, but once out of d... | Howards End |
"Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on." | Helen | lanterns and compasses," said Helen.<|quote|>"Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on."</|quote|>"I felt like R. L. | "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen.<|quote|>"Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on."</|quote|>"I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how | one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen.<|quote|>"Besides, they can ... | too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No pro... | in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at ... | 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." "Were you walking alone, may I ask?" "Yes," he said, straightening himself; "but we d been talking it over ... | 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... | "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 fellows there said one steers by the Pole Star, and I looke... | Howards End |
"I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus." | Leonard | It tires them. Go on."<|quote|>"I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus."</|quote|>"Yes, but the wood. This | "Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on."<|quote|>"I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus."</|quote|>"Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you | laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen. "Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on."<|quote|>"I felt like R. L. ... | idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve don... | "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" ... | 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 at t... | 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 incon... | 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?" "I don t know, nor for how long. It got too dark to see my watch." "We... | Howards End |
"Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?" | Helen | probably remember how in Virginibus."<|quote|>"Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?"</|quote|>"I managed one wood, and | like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus."<|quote|>"Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?"</|quote|>"I managed one wood, and found a road the other | It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen. "Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on." "I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus."<|quote|>"Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. Ho... | actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatev... | took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being... | 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 fellows there said o... | 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... | 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." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its ... | Howards End |
"I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under one tree. Th... | Leonard | you get out of it?"<|quote|>"I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I see... | This ere wood. How did you get out of it?"<|quote|>"I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got ... | did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen. "Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on." "I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus." "Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?"<|quote|>"I managed one wood, and found a roa... | roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without l... | to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes,... | 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 fellows there said one steers by the Pole Star, and I looked it up in the celestial at... | 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 explained again, but was obvious... | 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, like Richard does in the end. Or have you ever read Stevenson ... | Howards End |
"But was the dawn wonderful?" | Helen | I could back to London."<|quote|>"But was the dawn wonderful?"</|quote|>asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity | and took the first train I could back to London."<|quote|>"But was the dawn wonderful?"</|quote|>asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No." The word | and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under one tree. Then I found a road down to a station, and took the first train I could back to London."<|quote|>"But was the dawn wonderful?"</|quote|>asked Helen. With unforg... | remember how in Virginibus." "Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did ... | s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a b... | interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this ... | 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... | 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 through the ... | Howards End |
asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, | No speaker | "But was the dawn wonderful?"<|quote|>asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied,</|quote|>"No." The word flew again | I could back to London." "But was the dawn wonderful?"<|quote|>asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied,</|quote|>"No." The word flew again like a pebble from the | wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under one tree. Then I found a road down to a station, and took the first train I could back to London." "But was the dawn wonderful?"<|quote|>asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied,</|... | but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly i... | go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did yo... | interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry,... | 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 said, "Saturday ... | atlas, but once out of doors everything gets so mixed." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it g... | Howards End |
"No." | Leonard | With unforgettable sincerity he replied,<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>The word flew again like | the dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied,<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. | I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under one tree. Then I found a road down to a station, and took the first train I could back to London." "But was the dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied,<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>The word flew again like a p... | did you get out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed ... | always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional at... | goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Ma... | "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, "Saturday afternoon or Sunday afternoon?" "... | interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry,... | Howards End |
The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a flow, an exultation, that he had seldom known. | No speaker | unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No."<|quote|>The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a f... | dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No."<|quote|>The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard... | did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under one tree. Then I found a road down to a station, and took the first train I could back to London." "But was the dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No."<|quote|>The word flew again like a pebble from ... | you get out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed goin... | meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes ... | round and round, and you go round after it." "Well, I lost it entirely. First of all the street lamps, then the trees, and towards morning it got cloudy." Tibby, who preferred his comedy undiluted, slipped from the room. He knew that this fellow would never attain to poetry, and did not want to hear him trying. Margare... | 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... | 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," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its little ways. It goes round and round, ... | Howards End |
"The dawn was only grey, it was nothing to mention." | Leonard | that he had seldom known.<|quote|>"The dawn was only grey, it was nothing to mention."</|quote|>"Just a grey evening turned | with a flow, an exultation, that he had seldom known.<|quote|>"The dawn was only grey, it was nothing to mention."</|quote|>"Just a grey evening turned upside down. I know." "--and | Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a flow, an exultation, that he had seldom known.<|quote|>"The dawn was only grey, it was nothing to men... | light--just while I seemed going under one tree. Then I found a road down to a station, and took the first train I could back to London." "But was the dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No." The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble o... | athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen. "Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on." "I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus." "Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uph... | remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take th... | 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 something else," he asserted, ... | 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." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I kn... | Howards End |
"Just a grey evening turned upside down. I know." | Helen | it was nothing to mention."<|quote|>"Just a grey evening turned upside down. I know."</|quote|>"--and I was too tired | "The dawn was only grey, it was nothing to mention."<|quote|>"Just a grey evening turned upside down. I know."</|quote|>"--and I was too tired to lift up my head | his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a flow, an exultation, that he had seldom known. "The dawn was only grey, it was nothing to mention."<|quote|>"Just a grey evening turned upside down. I know."... | found a road down to a station, and took the first train I could back to London." "But was the dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No." The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. a... | they can t walk. It tires them. Go on." "I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus." "Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into gr... | his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wim... | 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... | and did not want to hear him trying. Margaret and Helen remained. Their brother influenced them more than they knew; in his absence they were stirred to enthusiasm more easily. "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myse... | Howards End |
"--and I was too tired to lift up my head to look at it, and so cold too. I m glad I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that wa... | Leonard | turned upside down. I know."<|quote|>"--and I was too tired to lift up my head to look at it, and so cold too. I m glad I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like o... | mention." "Just a grey evening turned upside down. I know."<|quote|>"--and I was too tired to lift up my head to look at it, and so cold too. I m glad I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant... | the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a flow, an exultation, that he had seldom known. "The dawn was only grey, it was nothing to mention." "Just a grey evening turned upside down. I know."<|quote|>"--and I was too tired to lift up my head to... | the first train I could back to London." "But was the dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No." The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk t... | "I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus." "Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That w... | "Where did you start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" ... | 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 was... | 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." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was ... | Howards End |
"I should just think you ought," | Helen | only nothing particular after all."<|quote|>"I should just think you ought,"</|quote|>said Helen, sitting on the | on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all."<|quote|>"I should just think you ought,"</|quote|>said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The | in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all."<|quote|>"I should just think you ought,"</|quote|>said Helen, sitting on the edge of... | d nothing but a packet of Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyment. It was more a case of sticking to it. I did stick. I--I was determined. Oh, hang it all! what s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up... | down. I know." "--and I was too tired to lift up my head to look at it, and so cold too. I m glad I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never ... | them. Go on." "I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus." "Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into anothe... | 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; "but we d been talking it over at the office. There s been a ... | had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actuall... | Howards End |
said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said: | No speaker | should just think you ought,"<|quote|>said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said:</|quote|>"Curious it should all come | nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought,"<|quote|>said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said:</|quote|>"Curious it should all come about from reading something of | one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought,"<|quote|>said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s v... | Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyment. It was more a case of sticking to it. I did stick. I--I was determined. Oh, hang it all! what s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until y... | too tired to lift up my head to look at it, and so cold too. I m glad I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would m... | R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus." "Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, wit... | 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 at the office l... | I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," lau... | Howards End |
"Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." | Leonard | from sincerity, and he said:<|quote|>"Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies."</|quote|>"Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but | lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said:<|quote|>"Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies."</|quote|>"Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It | You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said:<|quote|>"Curious it should all come about from reading something of Ric... | to it. I did stick. I--I was determined. Oh, hang it all! what s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing parti... | at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and lu... | "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under one tree. Th... | 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 fellows there said one steers by the Pole Star, and I looked it up in the celestial at... | I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, ... | Howards End |
"Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." | Helen | reading something of Richard Jefferies."<|quote|>"Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater."</|quote|>But she could not stop | should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies."<|quote|>"Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater."</|quote|>But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after | outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said: "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies."<|quote|>"Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you ... | what s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said He... | besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and tea during the night as well, and I d ... | went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under one tree. Then I found a road down to a station, and took the first tra... | 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 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... | With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No." The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a flow... | Howards End |
But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names. The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our weakness, we... | No speaker | came from something far greater."<|quote|>But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names. The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-posts, an... | there. It didn t. It came from something far greater."<|quote|>But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names. The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use th... | on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said: "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater."<|quote|>But she could not stop him. Borrow was imm... | day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him fr... | to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and tea during the night as well, and I d nothing but a packet of Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyme... | into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under one tree. Then I found a road down to a station, and took the first train I could back to London." "But was the dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettab... | 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." "Don t talk to me about the Pole Star," interrupted Helen, who was becoming interested. "I know its ... | "But was the dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No." The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Le... | Howards End |
"Then you don t think I was foolish?" | Leonard | that shows George Borrow Stonehenge.<|quote|>"Then you don t think I was foolish?"</|quote|>he asked becoming again the | part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge.<|quote|>"Then you don t think I was foolish?"</|quote|>he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for | happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge.<|quote|>"T... | them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he... | said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said: "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Bo... | too tired to lift up my head to look at it, and so cold too. I m glad I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would m... | start from?" cried Margaret. "Do tell us more." "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lam... | one tree. Then I found a road down to a station, and took the first train I could back to London." "But was the dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No." The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled ti... | Howards End |
he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. | No speaker | t think I was foolish?"<|quote|>he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him.</|quote|>"Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven | Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?"<|quote|>he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him.</|quote|>"Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" | see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?"<|quote|>he ... | if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. W... | table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said: "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borr... | look at it, and so cold too. I m glad I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when... | "I took the Underground to Wimbledon. As I came out of the office I said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and be... | out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under ... | Howards End |
"Heavens, no!" | Margaret | for whom Nature intended him.<|quote|>"Heavens, no!"</|quote|>replied Margaret. "Heaven help us | the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him.<|quote|>"Heavens, no!"</|quote|>replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. | Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him.<|quote|>"H... | reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books... | said: "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst... | yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast an... | said to myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." ... | to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said: "Curious it should a... | Howards End |
replied Margaret. | No speaker | Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!"<|quote|>replied Margaret.</|quote|>"Heaven help us if we | and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!"<|quote|>replied Margaret.</|quote|>"Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m | spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!"<|quote|>replied ... | destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit... | it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swa... | the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and lunch... | myself, I must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go... | Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No." The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with... | Howards End |
"Heaven help us if we do!" | Helen | him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret.<|quote|>"Heaven help us if we do!"</|quote|>replied Helen. "I m very | boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret.<|quote|>"Heaven help us if we do!"</|quote|>replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, | led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret.<|quote|>"H... | had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jeffer... | all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of book... | it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and t... | must have a walk once in a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said... | he replied, "No." The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a flow, an exultation, that he had ... | Howards End |
replied Helen. | No speaker | help us if we do!"<|quote|>replied Helen.</|quote|>"I m very glad you | "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!"<|quote|>replied Helen.</|quote|>"I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife | his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!"<|quote|>replied ... | when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, ... | of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names.... | can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and tea during the night as w... | a way. If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea h... | never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and tea during the night as well, and I d nothing but a packet of Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyment. It was more a case of sticking to it. I... | Howards End |
"I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." | Leonard | if we do!" replied Helen.<|quote|>"I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days."</|quote|>"No, it wasn t foolish!" | replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen.<|quote|>"I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days."</|quote|>"No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. | though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen.<|quote|>"I ... | covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though reveali... | Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names. The fault ... | And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and tea during the night as well, and ... | If I don t take this walk now, I shall never take it. I had a bit of dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how diff... | it all! what s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought,"... | Howards End |
"No, it wasn t foolish!" | Helen | if I explained for days."<|quote|>"No, it wasn t foolish!"</|quote|>cried Helen, her eyes aflame. | my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days."<|quote|>"No, it wasn t foolish!"</|quote|>cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the | don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days."<|quote|>"No, it wasn t foolish!"</... | he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I... | greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names. The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our we... | it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and tea during the night as well, and I d nothing but a packet of Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjo... | dinner at Wimbledon, and then--" "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the ... | from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespec... | Howards End |
cried Helen, her eyes aflame. | No speaker | "No, it wasn t foolish!"<|quote|>cried Helen, her eyes aflame.</|quote|>"You ve pushed back the | if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!"<|quote|>cried Helen, her eyes aflame.</|quote|>"You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid | foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!"<|quote|>cried Helen, her ey... | and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he aske... | stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names. The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-... | night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and tea during the night as well, and I d nothing but a packet of Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyment. It was more... | "But not good country there, is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant t... | down to a station, and took the first train I could back to London." "But was the dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No." The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love ... | Howards End |
"You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." | Helen | cried Helen, her eyes aflame.<|quote|>"You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you."</|quote|>"You ve not been content | "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame.<|quote|>"You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you."</|quote|>"You ve not been content to dream as we have--" | the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame.<|quote|>"You ve pushed back the... | his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive a... | after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names. The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And ... | never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and tea during the night as well, and I d nothing but a packet of Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyment. It was more a case of sticking to it. I... | is it?" "It was gas-lamps for hours. Still, I had all the night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the w... | literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a flow, an exultation, that he had seldom known. "The dawn was only grey, it was nothing to mention." "Just a grey evening turned upside down. I kn... | Howards End |
"You ve not been content to dream as we have--" | Margaret | think it splendid of you."<|quote|>"You ve not been content to dream as we have--"</|quote|>"Though we have walked, too--" | pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you."<|quote|>"You ve not been content to dream as we have--"</|quote|>"Though we have walked, too--" "I must show you a | replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you."<|quote|>"You ve not been content to dream as... | spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret... | and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names. The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey whe... | re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and tea during the night as well, and I d nothing but a packet of Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyment. It was more a case of sticking to it. I did stick. I--I was determined. Oh, hang it all! what s the good--I me... | night, and being out was the great thing. I did get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way."... | "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a flow, an exultation, that he had seldom known. "The dawn was only grey, it was nothing to mention." "Just a grey evening turned upside down. I know." "--and I was too tired to lift up my head to look at it,... | Howards End |
"Though we have walked, too--" | Helen | to dream as we have--"<|quote|>"Though we have walked, too--"</|quote|>"I must show you a | "You ve not been content to dream as we have--"<|quote|>"Though we have walked, too--"</|quote|>"I must show you a picture upstairs--" Here the door-bell | "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have--"<|quote|>"Though we have walked, too--"</|quote|>"I must ... | though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very g... | disrespect to these great names. The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy ... | luncheon and tea during the night as well, and I d nothing but a packet of Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyment. It was more a case of sticking to it. I did stick. I--I was determined. Oh, hang it all! what s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There ... | get into woods, too, presently." "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed M... | head to look at it, and so cold too. I m glad I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. W... | Howards End |
"I must show you a picture upstairs--" | Margaret | "Though we have walked, too--"<|quote|>"I must show you a picture upstairs--"</|quote|>Here the door-bell rang. The | to dream as we have--" "Though we have walked, too--"<|quote|>"I must show you a picture upstairs--"</|quote|>Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take | say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have--" "Though we have walked, too--"<|quote|>"I must show you a picture upstairs-... | was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would nev... | The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient nig... | night as well, and I d nothing but a packet of Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyment. It was more a case of sticking to it. I did stick. I--I was determined. Oh, hang it all! what s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, s... | "Yes, go on," said Helen. "You ve no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete... | he replied, "No." The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a flow, an exultation, that he had ... | Howards End |
Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party. | No speaker | show you a picture upstairs--"<|quote|>Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party.</|quote|>"Oh, bother, not to say | have walked, too--" "I must show you a picture upstairs--"<|quote|>Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party.</|quote|>"Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were | understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have--" "Though we have walked, too--" "I must show you a picture upstairs--"<|quote|>Here the door-bell rang. The han... | shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for... | mean us to use them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle ... | but a packet of Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyment. It was more a case of sticking to it. I did stick. I--I was determined. Oh, hang it all! what s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down ... | no idea how difficult uneven ground is when it s dark." "Did you actually go off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve ... | is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every ... | Howards End |
"Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." | Helen | them to their evening party.<|quote|>"Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk."</|quote|>"Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. | hansom had come to take them to their evening party.<|quote|>"Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk."</|quote|>"Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: | aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have--" "Though we have walked, too--" "I must show you a picture upstairs--" Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party.<|quote|>"Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had for... | again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the b... | weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his c... | what you may call enjoyment. It was more a case of sticking to it. I did stick. I--I was determined. Oh, hang it all! what s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once ... | off the roads?" "Oh yes. I always meant to go off the roads, but the worst of it is that it s more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your ... | It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names. The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-pos... | Howards End |
"Yes, you must--do," | Margaret | again and have a talk."<|quote|>"Yes, you must--do,"</|quote|>echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme | but do, do, come round again and have a talk."<|quote|>"Yes, you must--do,"</|quote|>echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall | have--" "Though we have walked, too--" "I must show you a picture upstairs--" Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party. "Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk."<|quote|>"Yes, you must--do,"</|quote|>echoed Ma... | Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have--" "Though we have walked, too--" "I must show you a... | darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, thoug... | it all! what s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought,"... | more difficult to find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen. "Bes... | so cold too. I m glad I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking ... | Howards End |
echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: | No speaker | a talk." "Yes, you must--do,"<|quote|>echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied:</|quote|>"No, I shall not. It | come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do,"<|quote|>echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied:</|quote|>"No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why | have walked, too--" "I must show you a picture upstairs--" Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party. "Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do,"<|quote|>echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extrem... | very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have--" "Though we have walked, too--" "I must show you a picture ups... | amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing b... | s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said Helen, ... | find one s way." "Mr. Bast, you re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen. "Besides, they can t w... | I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all night like other dinners. I never thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and tea during the night as... | Howards End |
"No, I shall not. It s better like this." | Leonard | Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied:<|quote|>"No, I shall not. It s better like this."</|quote|>"Why better?" asked Margaret. "No, | "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied:<|quote|>"No, I shall not. It s better like this."</|quote|>"Why better?" asked Margaret. "No, it is better not to | a picture upstairs--" Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party. "Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied:<|quote|>"No, I shall no... | wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have--" "Though we have walked, too--" "I must show you a picture upstairs--" Here the door-bell rang... | ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise ... | living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table... | re a born adventurer," laughed Margaret. "No professional athlete would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen. "Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on." "I f... | are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and s... | Howards End |
"Why better?" | Margaret | It s better like this."<|quote|>"Why better?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. "No, it is | replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this."<|quote|>"Why better?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. "No, it is better not to risk a | had come to take them to their evening party. "Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this."<|quote|>"Why better?"</|quote|>asked Ma... | "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have--" "Though we have walked, too--" "I must show you a picture upstairs--" Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party. ... | he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I... | on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him... | would have attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen. "Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on." "I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus." "Yes, ... | and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotone... | Howards End |
asked Margaret. | No speaker | better like this." "Why better?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"No, it is better not | I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"No, it is better not to risk a second interview. | to take them to their evening party. "Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"... | wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have--" "Though we have walked, too--" "I must show you a picture upstairs--" Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party. "Oh, bot... | troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was fo... | after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from s... | attempted what you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen. "Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on." "I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus." "Yes, but the woo... | "Just a grey evening turned upside down. I know." "--and I was too tired to lift up my head to look at it, and so cold too. I m glad I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I meant it to last me all... | Howards End |
"No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." | Leonard | this." "Why better?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it."</|quote|>"That s rather a sad | not. It s better like this." "Why better?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it."</|quote|>"Tha... | them to their evening party. "Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"No, it is better ... | foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have--" "Though we have walked, too--" "I must show you a picture upstairs--" Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party. "Oh, bother, no... | go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he a... | same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, a... | you ve done. It s a wonder your walk didn t end in a broken neck. Whatever did your wife say?" "Professional athletes never move without lanterns and compasses," said Helen. "Besides, they can t walk. It tires them. Go on." "I felt like R. L. S. You probably remember how in Virginibus." "Yes, but the wood. This ere woo... | nothing to mention." "Just a grey evening turned upside down. I know." "--and I was too tired to lift up my head to look at it, and so cold too. I m glad I did it, and yet at the time it bored me more than I can say. And besides--you can believe me or not as you choose--I was very hungry. That dinner at Wimbledon--I me... | Howards End |
"That s rather a sad view of life, surely." | Helen | we had better leave it."<|quote|>"That s rather a sad view of life, surely."</|quote|>"Things so often get spoiled." | me real good, and there we had better leave it."<|quote|>"That s rather a sad view of life, surely."</|quote|>"Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen, "but | "No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it."<|quote|>"That s rather a sad view of life, surely."</|quote|>"Things so often ge... | them to their evening party. "Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?" asked Margaret. "No, it is better not to r... | was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes a... | of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said: "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferie... | how in Virginibus." "Yes, but the wood. This ere wood. How did you get out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d ... | it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said: "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It d... | Howards End |
"Things so often get spoiled." | Leonard | sad view of life, surely."<|quote|>"Things so often get spoiled."</|quote|>"I know," flashed Helen, "but | it." "That s rather a sad view of life, surely."<|quote|>"Things so often get spoiled."</|quote|>"I know," flashed Helen, "but people don t." He could | interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That s rather a sad view of life, surely."<|quote|>"Things so often get spoiled."</|quote|>"I know," flashed Helen, "b... | say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?" asked Margaret. "No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back ... | sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think i... | voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said: "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L... | wood. How did you get out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while... | think you ought," said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he said: "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she coul... | Howards End |
"I know," | Helen | "Things so often get spoiled."<|quote|>"I know,"</|quote|>flashed Helen, "but people don | sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled."<|quote|>"I know,"</|quote|>flashed Helen, "but people don t." He could not understand | back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That s rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled."<|quote|>"I know,"</|quote|>flashed Helen, "but people don t." He could not ... | were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?" asked Margaret. "No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one ... | intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not bee... | and he said: "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the o... | out of it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under ... | the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names. The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when da... | Howards End |
flashed Helen, | No speaker | often get spoiled." "I know,"<|quote|>flashed Helen,</|quote|>"but people don t." He | of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know,"<|quote|>flashed Helen,</|quote|>"but people don t." He could not understand this. He | this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That s rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know,"<|quote|>flashed Helen,</|quote|>"but people don t." He could not understa... | out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?" asked Margaret. "No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the fines... | "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to d... | said: "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst... | it?" "I managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under one tre... | old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what s going on outside, if it s only nothing particular after all." "I should just think you ought," said Helen, sitting on the edge of the table. The sound of a lady s voice recalled him from sincerity, and he... | Howards End |
"but people don t." | Helen | spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen,<|quote|>"but people don t."</|quote|>He could not understand this. | surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen,<|quote|>"but people don t."</|quote|>He could not understand this. He continued in a vein | with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That s rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen,<|quote|>"but people don t."</|quote|>He could not understand this. H... | do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?" asked Margaret. "No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things ... | replied Margaret. "Heaven help us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have... | it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swa... | managed one wood, and found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under one tree. Then ... | Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyment. It was more a case of sticking to it. I did stick. I--I was determined. Oh, hang it all! what s the good--I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until y... | Howards End |
He could not understand this. He continued in a vein which mingled true imagination and false. What he said wasn t wrong, but it wasn t right, and a false note jarred. One little twist, they felt, and the instrument might be in tune. One little strain, and it might be silent for ever. He thanked the ladies very much, b... | No speaker | Helen, "but people don t."<|quote|>He could not understand this. He continued in a vein which mingled true imagination and false. What he said wasn t wrong, but it wasn t right, and a false note jarred. One little twist, they felt, and the instrument might be in tune. One little strain, and it might be silent for ever.... | get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen, "but people don t."<|quote|>He could not understand this. He continued in a vein which mingled true imagination and false. What he said wasn t wrong, but it wasn t right, and a false note jarred. One little twist, they felt, and the instrument might be in tune. One little strain, ... | of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That s rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen, "but people don t."<|quote|>He could not understand this. He continued in a vein whi... | again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?" asked Margaret. "No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really.... | us if we do!" replied Helen. "I m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand--not if I explained for days." "No, it wasn t foolish!" cried Helen, her eyes aflame. "You ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you." "You ve not been content to dream as we have--" "Though we have walked, too... | about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No dis... | found a road the other side which went a good bit uphill. I rather fancy it was those North Downs, for the road went off into grass, and I got into another wood. That was awful, with gorse bushes. I did wish I d never come, but suddenly it got light--just while I seemed going under one tree. Then I found a road down to... | thought that walking would make such a difference. Why, when you re walking you want, as it were, a breakfast and luncheon and tea during the night as well, and I d nothing but a packet of Woodbines. Lord, I did feel bad! Looking back, it wasn t what you may call enjoyment. It was more a case of sticking to it. I did s... | Howards End |
"Go, then; perhaps you know best; but never forget you re better than Jefferies." | Helen | awkwardness, and then Helen said:<|quote|>"Go, then; perhaps you know best; but never forget you re better than Jefferies."</|quote|>And he went. Their hansom | There was a moment s awkwardness, and then Helen said:<|quote|>"Go, then; perhaps you know best; but never forget you re better than Jefferies."</|quote|>And he went. Their hansom caught him up at the | right, and a false note jarred. One little twist, they felt, and the instrument might be in tune. One little strain, and it might be silent for ever. He thanked the ladies very much, but he would not call again. There was a moment s awkwardness, and then Helen said:<|quote|>"Go, then; perhaps you know best; but never f... | leave it." "That s rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen, "but people don t." He could not understand this. He continued in a vein which mingled true imagination and false. What he said wasn t wrong, but it wasn t right, and a false note jarred. One little twist, the... | to take them to their evening party. "Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?" asked Margaret. "No, it is better ... | are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and s... | London." "But was the dawn wonderful?" asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied, "No." The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these... | "Curious it should all come about from reading something of Richard Jefferies." "Excuse me, Mr. Bast, but you re wrong there. It didn t. It came from something far greater." But she could not stop him. Borrow was imminent after Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended... | Howards End |
And he went. Their hansom caught him up at the corner, passed with a waving of hands, and vanished with its accomplished load into the evening. London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gol... | No speaker | you re better than Jefferies."<|quote|>And he went. Their hansom caught him up at the corner, passed with a waving of hands, and vanished with its accomplished load into the evening. London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in ... | know best; but never forget you re better than Jefferies."<|quote|>And he went. Their hansom caught him up at the corner, passed with a waving of hands, and vanished with its accomplished load into the evening. London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main ... | might be in tune. One little strain, and it might be silent for ever. He thanked the ladies very much, but he would not call again. There was a moment s awkwardness, and then Helen said: "Go, then; perhaps you know best; but never forget you re better than Jefferies."<|quote|>And he went. Their hansom caught him up at ... | get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen, "but people don t." He could not understand this. He continued in a vein which mingled true imagination and false. What he said wasn t wrong, but it wasn t right, and a false note jarred. One little twist, they felt, and the instrument might be in tune. One little strain, and it m... | forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?" asked Margaret. "No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk wit... | destination. And Leonard had reached the destination. He had visited the county of Surrey when darkness covered its amenities, and its cosy villas had re-entered ancient night. Every twelve hours this miracle happens, but he had troubled to go and see for himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was... | The word flew again like a pebble from the sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R. L. S. and the "love of the earth" and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a flow, an exultation, that he had seldom known. "The... | Jefferies--Borrow, Thoreau, and sorrow. R. L. S. brought up the rear, and the outburst ended in a swamp of books. No disrespect to these great names. The fault is ours, not theirs. They mean us to use them for sign-posts, and are not to blame if, in our weakness, we mistake the sign-post for the destination. And Leonar... | Howards End |
"Yes, don t you wish you knew what that card was?" | Leonard | "What s that card, eh?"<|quote|>"Yes, don t you wish you knew what that card was?"</|quote|>"Len, who s Miss Schlegel?" | found it, and then began, "What s that card, eh?"<|quote|>"Yes, don t you wish you knew what that card was?"</|quote|>"Len, who s Miss Schlegel?" etc. Months passed, and the | tragedy cannot be generated. He could not leave his wife, and he did not want to hit her. Petulance and squalor were enough. Here "that card" had come in. Leonard, though furtive, was untidy, and left it lying about. Jacky found it, and then began, "What s that card, eh?"<|quote|>"Yes, don t you wish you knew what that... | him were denizens of Romance, who must keep to the corner he had assigned them, pictures that must not walk out of their frames. His behaviour over Margaret s visiting-card had been typical. His had scarcely been a tragic marriage. Where there is no money and no inclination to violence tragedy cannot be generated. He c... | into conversation, and gradually Leonard flung reticence aside, told some of his domestic troubles and hinted at the rest. The undergraduate, supposing they could start a friendship, asked him to "coffee after hall," which he accepted, but afterwards grew shy, and took care not to stir from the commercial hotel where h... | main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green. The sky was a crimson battlefield of spring, but London was not afraid. Her smoke mitigated the splendour, and the clouds down Oxford Street were a delicately painted ceiling, which adorned while it did not distract. She had never known... | himself. Within his cramped little mind dwelt something that was greater than Jefferies books--the spirit that led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming a... | a grey life, and to brighten it he had ruled off a few corners for romance. The Miss Schlegels--or, to speak more accurately, his interview with them--were to fill such a corner, nor was it by any means the first time that he had talked intimately to strangers. The habit was analogous to a debauch, an outlet, though th... | Howards End |
etc. Months passed, and the card, now as a joke, now as a grievance, was handed about, getting dirtier and dirtier. It followed them when they moved from Camelia Road to Tulse Hill. It was submitted to third parties. A few inches of pasteboard, it became the battlefield on which the souls of Leonard and his wife conten... | No speaker | "Len, who s Miss Schlegel?"<|quote|>etc. Months passed, and the card, now as a joke, now as a grievance, was handed about, getting dirtier and dirtier. It followed them when they moved from Camelia Road to Tulse Hill. It was submitted to third parties. A few inches of pasteboard, it became the battlefield on which the ... | knew what that card was?" "Len, who s Miss Schlegel?"<|quote|>etc. Months passed, and the card, now as a joke, now as a grievance, was handed about, getting dirtier and dirtier. It followed them when they moved from Camelia Road to Tulse Hill. It was submitted to third parties. A few inches of pasteboard, it became the... | hit her. Petulance and squalor were enough. Here "that card" had come in. Leonard, though furtive, was untidy, and left it lying about. Jacky found it, and then began, "What s that card, eh?" "Yes, don t you wish you knew what that card was?" "Len, who s Miss Schlegel?"<|quote|>etc. Months passed, and the card, now as ... | that must not walk out of their frames. His behaviour over Margaret s visiting-card had been typical. His had scarcely been a tragic marriage. Where there is no money and no inclination to violence tragedy cannot be generated. He could not leave his wife, and he did not want to hit her. Petulance and squalor were enoug... | at the rest. The undergraduate, supposing they could start a friendship, asked him to "coffee after hall," which he accepted, but afterwards grew shy, and took care not to stir from the commercial hotel where he lodged. He did not want Romance to collide with the Porphyrion, still less with Jacky, and people with fulle... | a crimson battlefield of spring, but London was not afraid. Her smoke mitigated the splendour, and the clouds down Oxford Street were a delicately painted ceiling, which adorned while it did not distract. She had never known the clear-cut armies of the purer air. Leonard hurried through her tinted wonders, very much pa... | led Jefferies to write them; and his dawn, though revealing nothing but monotones, was part of the eternal sunrise that shows George Borrow Stonehenge. "Then you don t think I was foolish?" he asked becoming again the naive and sweet-tempered boy for whom Nature intended him. "Heavens, no!" replied Margaret. "Heaven he... | ceiling, which adorned while it did not distract. She had never known the clear-cut armies of the purer air. Leonard hurried through her tinted wonders, very much part of the picture. His was a grey life, and to brighten it he had ruled off a few corners for romance. The Miss Schlegels--or, to speak more accurately, hi... | Howards End |
"Well, at all events, she doesn t know about that card. Yah! done her there!" | Leonard | he would say to himself,<|quote|>"Well, at all events, she doesn t know about that card. Yah! done her there!"</|quote|>Poor Jacky! she was not | should never spoil. At night he would say to himself,<|quote|>"Well, at all events, she doesn t know about that card. Yah! done her there!"</|quote|>Poor Jacky! she was not a bad sort, and had | umbrella, another gave me this that I might call for my umbrella"? Because Jacky would have disbelieved him? Partly, but chiefly because he was sentimental. No affection gathered round the card, but it symbolised the life of culture, that Jacky should never spoil. At night he would say to himself,<|quote|>"Well, at all... | getting dirtier and dirtier. It followed them when they moved from Camelia Road to Tulse Hill. It was submitted to third parties. A few inches of pasteboard, it became the battlefield on which the souls of Leonard and his wife contended. Why did he not say, "A lady took my umbrella, another gave me this that I might ca... | His had scarcely been a tragic marriage. Where there is no money and no inclination to violence tragedy cannot be generated. He could not leave his wife, and he did not want to hit her. Petulance and squalor were enough. Here "that card" had come in. Leonard, though furtive, was untidy, and left it lying about. Jacky f... | worst of outlets, for instincts that would not be denied. Terrifying him, it would beat down his suspicions and prudence until he was confiding secrets to people whom he had scarcely seen. It brought him many fears and some pleasant memories. Perhaps the keenest happiness he had ever known was during a railway journey ... | a picture upstairs--" Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party. "Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s ... | not want Romance to collide with the Porphyrion, still less with Jacky, and people with fuller, happier lives are slow to understand this. To the Schlegels, as to the undergraduate, he was an interesting creature, of whom they wanted to see more. But they to him were denizens of Romance, who must keep to the corner he ... | Howards End |
Poor Jacky! she was not a bad sort, and had a great deal to bear. She drew her own conclusion--she was only capable of drawing one conclusion--and in the fulness of time she acted upon it. All the Friday Leonard had refused to speak to her, and had spent the evening observing the stars. On the Saturday he went up, as u... | No speaker | card. Yah! done her there!"<|quote|>Poor Jacky! she was not a bad sort, and had a great deal to bear. She drew her own conclusion--she was only capable of drawing one conclusion--and in the fulness of time she acted upon it. All the Friday Leonard had refused to speak to her, and had spent the evening observing the sta... | doesn t know about that card. Yah! done her there!"<|quote|>Poor Jacky! she was not a bad sort, and had a great deal to bear. She drew her own conclusion--she was only capable of drawing one conclusion--and in the fulness of time she acted upon it. All the Friday Leonard had refused to speak to her, and had spent the e... | have disbelieved him? Partly, but chiefly because he was sentimental. No affection gathered round the card, but it symbolised the life of culture, that Jacky should never spoil. At night he would say to himself, "Well, at all events, she doesn t know about that card. Yah! done her there!"<|quote|>Poor Jacky! she was no... | Hill. It was submitted to third parties. A few inches of pasteboard, it became the battlefield on which the souls of Leonard and his wife contended. Why did he not say, "A lady took my umbrella, another gave me this that I might call for my umbrella"? Because Jacky would have disbelieved him? Partly, but chiefly becaus... | to violence tragedy cannot be generated. He could not leave his wife, and he did not want to hit her. Petulance and squalor were enough. Here "that card" had come in. Leonard, though furtive, was untidy, and left it lying about. Jacky found it, and then began, "What s that card, eh?" "Yes, don t you wish you knew what ... | down his suspicions and prudence until he was confiding secrets to people whom he had scarcely seen. It brought him many fears and some pleasant memories. Perhaps the keenest happiness he had ever known was during a railway journey to Cambridge, where a decent-mannered undergraduate had spoken to him. They had got into... | their evening party. "Oh, bother, not to say dash--I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk." "Yes, you must--do," echoed Margaret. Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: "No, I shall not. It s better like this." "Why better?" asked Margaret. "No, it is better not to risk a se... | had spoken to him. They had got into conversation, and gradually Leonard flung reticence aside, told some of his domestic troubles and hinted at the rest. The undergraduate, supposing they could start a friendship, asked him to "coffee after hall," which he accepted, but afterwards grew shy, and took care not to stir f... | Howards End |
"Well?" | Leonard | he guessed what had happened.<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>he had exclaimed, greeting her | the pages of Ruskin, and he guessed what had happened.<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>he had exclaimed, greeting her with peals of laughter. "I | morning, nor Sunday afternoon. The inconvenience grew intolerable, and though she was now of a retiring habit, and shy of women, she went up to Wickham Place. Leonard returned in her absence. The card, the fatal card, was gone from the pages of Ruskin, and he guessed what had happened.<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>he had e... | of drawing one conclusion--and in the fulness of time she acted upon it. All the Friday Leonard had refused to speak to her, and had spent the evening observing the stars. On the Saturday he went up, as usual, to town, but he came not back Saturday night, nor Sunday morning, nor Sunday afternoon. The inconvenience grew... | his wife contended. Why did he not say, "A lady took my umbrella, another gave me this that I might call for my umbrella"? Because Jacky would have disbelieved him? Partly, but chiefly because he was sentimental. No affection gathered round the card, but it symbolised the life of culture, that Jacky should never spoil.... | happier lives are slow to understand this. To the Schlegels, as to the undergraduate, he was an interesting creature, of whom they wanted to see more. But they to him were denizens of Romance, who must keep to the corner he had assigned them, pictures that must not walk out of their frames. His behaviour over Margaret ... | understand this. He continued in a vein which mingled true imagination and false. What he said wasn t wrong, but it wasn t right, and a false note jarred. One little twist, they felt, and the instrument might be in tune. One little strain, and it might be silent for ever. He thanked the ladies very much, but he would n... | life, and to brighten it he had ruled off a few corners for romance. The Miss Schlegels--or, to speak more accurately, his interview with them--were to fill such a corner, nor was it by any means the first time that he had talked intimately to strangers. The habit was analogous to a debauch, an outlet, though the worst... | Howards End |
he had exclaimed, greeting her with peals of laughter. | No speaker | guessed what had happened. "Well?"<|quote|>he had exclaimed, greeting her with peals of laughter.</|quote|>"I know where you ve | pages of Ruskin, and he guessed what had happened. "Well?"<|quote|>he had exclaimed, greeting her with peals of laughter.</|quote|>"I know where you ve been, but you don t | nor Sunday afternoon. The inconvenience grew intolerable, and though she was now of a retiring habit, and shy of women, she went up to Wickham Place. Leonard returned in her absence. The card, the fatal card, was gone from the pages of Ruskin, and he guessed what had happened. "Well?"<|quote|>he had exclaimed, greeting... | drawing one conclusion--and in the fulness of time she acted upon it. All the Friday Leonard had refused to speak to her, and had spent the evening observing the stars. On the Saturday he went up, as usual, to town, but he came not back Saturday night, nor Sunday morning, nor Sunday afternoon. The inconvenience grew in... | wife contended. Why did he not say, "A lady took my umbrella, another gave me this that I might call for my umbrella"? Because Jacky would have disbelieved him? Partly, but chiefly because he was sentimental. No affection gathered round the card, but it symbolised the life of culture, that Jacky should never spoil. At ... | lives are slow to understand this. To the Schlegels, as to the undergraduate, he was an interesting creature, of whom they wanted to see more. But they to him were denizens of Romance, who must keep to the corner he had assigned them, pictures that must not walk out of their frames. His behaviour over Margaret s visiti... | this. He continued in a vein which mingled true imagination and false. What he said wasn t wrong, but it wasn t right, and a false note jarred. One little twist, they felt, and the instrument might be in tune. One little strain, and it might be silent for ever. He thanked the ladies very much, but he would not call aga... | tragedy cannot be generated. He could not leave his wife, and he did not want to hit her. Petulance and squalor were enough. Here "that card" had come in. Leonard, though furtive, was untidy, and left it lying about. Jacky found it, and then began, "What s that card, eh?" "Yes, don t you wish you knew what that card wa... | Howards End |
"I know where you ve been, but you don t know where I ve been." | Leonard | her with peals of laughter.<|quote|>"I know where you ve been, but you don t know where I ve been."</|quote|>Jacky sighed, said, "Len, I | "Well?" he had exclaimed, greeting her with peals of laughter.<|quote|>"I know where you ve been, but you don t know where I ve been."</|quote|>Jacky sighed, said, "Len, I do think you might explain," | she was now of a retiring habit, and shy of women, she went up to Wickham Place. Leonard returned in her absence. The card, the fatal card, was gone from the pages of Ruskin, and he guessed what had happened. "Well?" he had exclaimed, greeting her with peals of laughter.<|quote|>"I know where you ve been, but you don t... | acted upon it. All the Friday Leonard had refused to speak to her, and had spent the evening observing the stars. On the Saturday he went up, as usual, to town, but he came not back Saturday night, nor Sunday morning, nor Sunday afternoon. The inconvenience grew intolerable, and though she was now of a retiring habit, ... | took my umbrella, another gave me this that I might call for my umbrella"? Because Jacky would have disbelieved him? Partly, but chiefly because he was sentimental. No affection gathered round the card, but it symbolised the life of culture, that Jacky should never spoil. At night he would say to himself, "Well, at all... | as to the undergraduate, he was an interesting creature, of whom they wanted to see more. But they to him were denizens of Romance, who must keep to the corner he had assigned them, pictures that must not walk out of their frames. His behaviour over Margaret s visiting-card had been typical. His had scarcely been a tra... | imagination and false. What he said wasn t wrong, but it wasn t right, and a false note jarred. One little twist, they felt, and the instrument might be in tune. One little strain, and it might be silent for ever. He thanked the ladies very much, but he would not call again. There was a moment s awkwardness, and then H... | an interesting creature, of whom they wanted to see more. But they to him were denizens of Romance, who must keep to the corner he had assigned them, pictures that must not walk out of their frames. His behaviour over Margaret s visiting-card had been typical. His had scarcely been a tragic marriage. Where there is no ... | Howards End |
Jacky sighed, said, | No speaker | know where I ve been."<|quote|>Jacky sighed, said,</|quote|>"Len, I do think you | been, but you don t know where I ve been."<|quote|>Jacky sighed, said,</|quote|>"Len, I do think you might explain," and resumed domesticity. | Wickham Place. Leonard returned in her absence. The card, the fatal card, was gone from the pages of Ruskin, and he guessed what had happened. "Well?" he had exclaimed, greeting her with peals of laughter. "I know where you ve been, but you don t know where I ve been."<|quote|>Jacky sighed, said,</|quote|>"Len, I do th... | spent the evening observing the stars. On the Saturday he went up, as usual, to town, but he came not back Saturday night, nor Sunday morning, nor Sunday afternoon. The inconvenience grew intolerable, and though she was now of a retiring habit, and shy of women, she went up to Wickham Place. Leonard returned in her abs... | Jacky would have disbelieved him? Partly, but chiefly because he was sentimental. No affection gathered round the card, but it symbolised the life of culture, that Jacky should never spoil. At night he would say to himself, "Well, at all events, she doesn t know about that card. Yah! done her there!" Poor Jacky! she wa... | more. But they to him were denizens of Romance, who must keep to the corner he had assigned them, pictures that must not walk out of their frames. His behaviour over Margaret s visiting-card had been typical. His had scarcely been a tragic marriage. Where there is no money and no inclination to violence tragedy cannot ... | a false note jarred. One little twist, they felt, and the instrument might be in tune. One little strain, and it might be silent for ever. He thanked the ladies very much, but he would not call again. There was a moment s awkwardness, and then Helen said: "Go, then; perhaps you know best; but never forget you re better... | Where there is no money and no inclination to violence tragedy cannot be generated. He could not leave his wife, and he did not want to hit her. Petulance and squalor were enough. Here "that card" had come in. Leonard, though furtive, was untidy, and left it lying about. Jacky found it, and then began, "What s that car... | Howards End |
and resumed domesticity. Explanations were difficult at this stage, and Leonard was too silly--or it is tempting to write, too sound a chap to attempt them. His reticence was not entirely the shoddy article that a business life promotes, the reticence that pretends that nothing is something, and hides behind the Daily ... | No speaker | do think you might explain,"<|quote|>and resumed domesticity. Explanations were difficult at this stage, and Leonard was too silly--or it is tempting to write, too sound a chap to attempt them. His reticence was not entirely the shoddy article that a business life promotes, the reticence that pretends that nothing is s... | Jacky sighed, said, "Len, I do think you might explain,"<|quote|>and resumed domesticity. Explanations were difficult at this stage, and Leonard was too silly--or it is tempting to write, too sound a chap to attempt them. His reticence was not entirely the shoddy article that a business life promotes, the reticence tha... | fatal card, was gone from the pages of Ruskin, and he guessed what had happened. "Well?" he had exclaimed, greeting her with peals of laughter. "I know where you ve been, but you don t know where I ve been." Jacky sighed, said, "Len, I do think you might explain,"<|quote|>and resumed domesticity. Explanations were diff... | went up, as usual, to town, but he came not back Saturday night, nor Sunday morning, nor Sunday afternoon. The inconvenience grew intolerable, and though she was now of a retiring habit, and shy of women, she went up to Wickham Place. Leonard returned in her absence. The card, the fatal card, was gone from the pages of... | was sentimental. No affection gathered round the card, but it symbolised the life of culture, that Jacky should never spoil. At night he would say to himself, "Well, at all events, she doesn t know about that card. Yah! done her there!" Poor Jacky! she was not a bad sort, and had a great deal to bear. She drew her own ... | must keep to the corner he had assigned them, pictures that must not walk out of their frames. His behaviour over Margaret s visiting-card had been typical. His had scarcely been a tragic marriage. Where there is no money and no inclination to violence tragedy cannot be generated. He could not leave his wife, and he di... | the instrument might be in tune. One little strain, and it might be silent for ever. He thanked the ladies very much, but he would not call again. There was a moment s awkwardness, and then Helen said: "Go, then; perhaps you know best; but never forget you re better than Jefferies." And he went. Their hansom caught him... | happiness he had ever known was during a railway journey to Cambridge, where a decent-mannered undergraduate had spoken to him. They had got into conversation, and gradually Leonard flung reticence aside, told some of his domestic troubles and hinted at the rest. The undergraduate, supposing they could start a friendsh... | Howards End |
said the reader of the paper. | No speaker | interrupted. "Order, order, Miss Schlegel!"<|quote|>said the reader of the paper.</|quote|>"You are here, I understand, | money itself. And here Margaret interrupted. "Order, order, Miss Schlegel!"<|quote|>said the reader of the paper.</|quote|>"You are here, I understand, to advise me in the | be given food but no clothes, clothes but no food, a third-return ticket to Venice, without either food or clothes when he arrived there. In short, he might be given anything and everything so long as it was not the money itself. And here Margaret interrupted. "Order, order, Miss Schlegel!"<|quote|>said the reader of t... | must be made worth his while to join the Territorials; he must be forcibly parted from his uninspiring wife, the money going to her as compensation; he must be assigned a Twin Star, some member of the leisured classes who would watch over him ceaselessly (groans from Helen); he must be given food but no clothes, clothe... | the family. Money was the fruit of self-denial, and the second generation had a right to profit by the self-denial of the first. What right had "Mr. Bast" to profit? The National Gallery was good enough for the likes of him. After property had had its say--a saying that is necessarily ungracious--the various philanthro... | after a struggle. Helen at one part of the table, Margaret at the other, would talk of Mr. Bast and of no one else, and somewhere about the entree their monologues collided, fell ruining, and became common property. Nor was this all. The dinner-party was really an informal discussion club; there was a paper after it, r... | reticence that pretends that nothing is something, and hides behind the Daily Telegraph. The adventurer, also, is reticent, and it is an adventure for a clerk to walk for a few hours in darkness. You may laugh at him, you who have slept nights out on the veldt, with your rifle beside you and all the atmosphere of adven... | topic of general interest. After the paper came a debate, and in this debate Mr. Bast also figured, appearing now as a bright spot in civilisation, now as a dark spot, according to the temperament of the speaker. The subject of the paper had been, "How ought I to dispose of my money?" the reader professing to be a mill... | Howards End |
"Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument," | Margaret | that I am very ill."<|quote|>"Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument,"</|quote|>said Margaret. "Why not give | and I think you forget that I am very ill."<|quote|>"Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument,"</|quote|>said Margaret. "Why not give him the money itself? You | are here, I understand, to advise me in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. I cannot have you speaking out of your role. It makes my poor head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill."<|quote|>"Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to ... | but no food, a third-return ticket to Venice, without either food or clothes when he arrived there. In short, he might be given anything and everything so long as it was not the money itself. And here Margaret interrupted. "Order, order, Miss Schlegel!" said the reader of the paper. "You are here, I understand, to advi... | must be done for "Mr. Bast"; his conditions must be improved without impairing his independence; he must have a free library, or free tennis-courts; his rent must be paid in such a way that he did not know it was being paid; it must be made worth his while to join the Territorials; he must be forcibly parted from his u... | amid coffee-cups and laughter in the drawing-room, but dealing more or less thoughtfully with some topic of general interest. After the paper came a debate, and in this debate Mr. Bast also figured, appearing now as a bright spot in civilisation, now as a dark spot, according to the temperament of the speaker. The subj... | of adventure pat. And you also may laugh who think adventures silly. But do not be surprised if Leonard is shy whenever he meets you, and if the Schlegels rather than Jacky hear about the dawn. That the Schlegels had not thought him foolish became a permanent joy. He was at his best when he thought of them. It buoyed h... | must be done for "Mr. Bast"; his conditions must be improved without impairing his independence; he must have a free library, or free tennis-courts; his rent must be paid in such a way that he did not know it was being paid; it must be made worth his while to join the Territorials; he must be forcibly parted from his u... | Howards End |
said Margaret. | No speaker | ll listen to my argument,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"Why not give him the | go round if only you ll listen to my argument,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed | the Preservation of Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. I cannot have you speaking out of your role. It makes my poor head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"Why not give him the money itself?... | he arrived there. In short, he might be given anything and everything so long as it was not the money itself. And here Margaret interrupted. "Order, order, Miss Schlegel!" said the reader of the paper. "You are here, I understand, to advise me in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places of Historic I... | independence; he must have a free library, or free tennis-courts; his rent must be paid in such a way that he did not know it was being paid; it must be made worth his while to join the Territorials; he must be forcibly parted from his uninspiring wife, the money going to her as compensation; he must be assigned a Twin... | some topic of general interest. After the paper came a debate, and in this debate Mr. Bast also figured, appearing now as a bright spot in civilisation, now as a dark spot, according to the temperament of the speaker. The subject of the paper had been, "How ought I to dispose of my money?" the reader professing to be a... | not be surprised if Leonard is shy whenever he meets you, and if the Schlegels rather than Jacky hear about the dawn. That the Schlegels had not thought him foolish became a permanent joy. He was at his best when he thought of them. It buoyed him as he journeyed home beneath fading heavens. Somehow the barriers of weal... | and laughter in the drawing-room, but dealing more or less thoughtfully with some topic of general interest. After the paper came a debate, and in this debate Mr. Bast also figured, appearing now as a bright spot in civilisation, now as a dark spot, according to the temperament of the speaker. The subject of the paper ... | Howards End |
"Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed to have about thirty thousand a year." | Margaret | to my argument," said Margaret.<|quote|>"Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed to have about thirty thousand a year."</|quote|>"Have I? I thought I | if only you ll listen to my argument," said Margaret.<|quote|>"Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed to have about thirty thousand a year."</|quote|>"Have I? I thought I had a million." "Wasn t | of Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. I cannot have you speaking out of your role. It makes my poor head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument," said Margaret.<|quote|>"Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed to have a... | there. In short, he might be given anything and everything so long as it was not the money itself. And here Margaret interrupted. "Order, order, Miss Schlegel!" said the reader of the paper. "You are here, I understand, to advise me in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places of Historic Interest or ... | must have a free library, or free tennis-courts; his rent must be paid in such a way that he did not know it was being paid; it must be made worth his while to join the Territorials; he must be forcibly parted from his uninspiring wife, the money going to her as compensation; he must be assigned a Twin Star, some membe... | of general interest. After the paper came a debate, and in this debate Mr. Bast also figured, appearing now as a bright spot in civilisation, now as a dark spot, according to the temperament of the speaker. The subject of the paper had been, "How ought I to dispose of my money?" the reader professing to be a millionair... | surprised if Leonard is shy whenever he meets you, and if the Schlegels rather than Jacky hear about the dawn. That the Schlegels had not thought him foolish became a permanent joy. He was at his best when he thought of them. It buoyed him as he journeyed home beneath fading heavens. Somehow the barriers of wealth had ... | The various parts had been assigned beforehand, and some of the speeches were amusing. The hostess assumed the ungrateful role of "the millionaire s eldest son," and implored her expiring parent not to dislocate Society by allowing such vast sums to pass out of the family. Money was the fruit of self-denial, and the se... | Howards End |
"Wasn t a million your capital? Dear me! we ought to have settled that. Still, it doesn t matter. Whatever you ve got, I order you to give as many poor men as you can three hundred a year each." | Margaret | thought I had a million."<|quote|>"Wasn t a million your capital? Dear me! we ought to have settled that. Still, it doesn t matter. Whatever you ve got, I order you to give as many poor men as you can three hundred a year each."</|quote|>"But that would be pauperising | a year." "Have I? I thought I had a million."<|quote|>"Wasn t a million your capital? Dear me! we ought to have settled that. Still, it doesn t matter. Whatever you ve got, I order you to give as many poor men as you can three hundred a year each."</|quote|>"But that would be pauperising them," said an earnest girl, | I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument," said Margaret. "Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed to have about thirty thousand a year." "Have I? I thought I had a million."<|quote|>"Wasn t a million your capital? Dear me! we ought to have settle... | Miss Schlegel!" said the reader of the paper. "You are here, I understand, to advise me in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. I cannot have you speaking out of your role. It makes my poor head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your he... | paid; it must be made worth his while to join the Territorials; he must be forcibly parted from his uninspiring wife, the money going to her as compensation; he must be assigned a Twin Star, some member of the leisured classes who would watch over him ceaselessly (groans from Helen); he must be given food but no clothe... | now as a dark spot, according to the temperament of the speaker. The subject of the paper had been, "How ought I to dispose of my money?" the reader professing to be a millionaire on the point of death, inclined to bequeath her fortune for the foundation of local art galleries, but open to conviction from other sources... | thought him foolish became a permanent joy. He was at his best when he thought of them. It buoyed him as he journeyed home beneath fading heavens. Somehow the barriers of wealth had fallen, and there had been--he could not phrase it--a general assertion of the wonder of the world. "My conviction," says the mystic, "gai... | came a debate, and in this debate Mr. Bast also figured, appearing now as a bright spot in civilisation, now as a dark spot, according to the temperament of the speaker. The subject of the paper had been, "How ought I to dispose of my money?" the reader professing to be a millionaire on the point of death, inclined to ... | Howards End |
said an earnest girl, who liked the Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times. | No speaker | that would be pauperising them,"<|quote|>said an earnest girl, who liked the Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times.</|quote|>"Not if you gave them | hundred a year each." "But that would be pauperising them,"<|quote|>said an earnest girl, who liked the Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times.</|quote|>"Not if you gave them so much. A big windfall | I had a million." "Wasn t a million your capital? Dear me! we ought to have settled that. Still, it doesn t matter. Whatever you ve got, I order you to give as many poor men as you can three hundred a year each." "But that would be pauperising them,"<|quote|>said an earnest girl, who liked the Schlegels, but thought th... | head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument," said Margaret. "Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed to have about thirty thousand a year." "Have I? I thought I had a million." "Wasn t a million your capital? Dear me! we ought to ... | ceaselessly (groans from Helen); he must be given food but no clothes, clothes but no food, a third-return ticket to Venice, without either food or clothes when he arrived there. In short, he might be given anything and everything so long as it was not the money itself. And here Margaret interrupted. "Order, order, Mis... | foundation of local art galleries, but open to conviction from other sources. The various parts had been assigned beforehand, and some of the speeches were amusing. The hostess assumed the ungrateful role of "the millionaire s eldest son," and implored her expiring parent not to dislocate Society by allowing such vast ... | wonder of the world. "My conviction," says the mystic, "gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it," and they had agreed that there was something beyond life s daily grey. He took off his top-hat and smoothed it thoughtfully. He had hitherto supposed the unknown to be books, literature, clever conversa... | or less thoughtfully with some topic of general interest. After the paper came a debate, and in this debate Mr. Bast also figured, appearing now as a bright spot in civilisation, now as a dark spot, according to the temperament of the speaker. The subject of the paper had been, "How ought I to dispose of my money?" the... | Howards End |
"Not if you gave them so much. A big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." | Margaret | a little unspiritual at times.<|quote|>"Not if you gave them so much. A big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys."</|quote|>There was a protest. "In | the Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times.<|quote|>"Not if you gave them so much. A big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys."</|quote|>There was a protest... | settled that. Still, it doesn t matter. Whatever you ve got, I order you to give as many poor men as you can three hundred a year each." "But that would be pauperising them," said an earnest girl, who liked the Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times.<|quote|>"Not if you gave them so much. A big windf... | t go round if only you ll listen to my argument," said Margaret. "Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed to have about thirty thousand a year." "Have I? I thought I had a million." "Wasn t a million your capital? Dear me! we ought to have settled that. Still, it doesn t matter. Whatever you ve got, I order ... | a third-return ticket to Venice, without either food or clothes when he arrived there. In short, he might be given anything and everything so long as it was not the money itself. And here Margaret interrupted. "Order, order, Miss Schlegel!" said the reader of the paper. "You are here, I understand, to advise me in the ... | been assigned beforehand, and some of the speeches were amusing. The hostess assumed the ungrateful role of "the millionaire s eldest son," and implored her expiring parent not to dislocate Society by allowing such vast sums to pass out of the family. Money was the fruit of self-denial, and the second generation had a ... | believe in it," and they had agreed that there was something beyond life s daily grey. He took off his top-hat and smoothed it thoughtfully. He had hitherto supposed the unknown to be books, literature, clever conversation, culture. One raised oneself by study, and got upsides with the world. But in that quick intercha... | same subject, there were few dinner-parties that could stand up against them. This particular one, which was all ladies, had more kick in it than most, but succumbed after a struggle. Helen at one part of the table, Margaret at the other, would talk of Mr. Bast and of no one else, and somewhere about the entree their m... | Howards End |
There was a protest. | No speaker | than the things it buys."<|quote|>There was a protest.</|quote|>"In a sense," added Margaret, | It s far more educational than the things it buys."<|quote|>There was a protest.</|quote|>"In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, | Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times. "Not if you gave them so much. A big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys."<|quote|>There was a protest.</|quote|>"I... | million your capital? Dear me! we ought to have settled that. Still, it doesn t matter. Whatever you ve got, I order you to give as many poor men as you can three hundred a year each." "But that would be pauperising them," said an earnest girl, who liked the Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times. "N... | the reader of the paper. "You are here, I understand, to advise me in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. I cannot have you speaking out of your role. It makes my poor head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your head won t go round if ... | family. Money was the fruit of self-denial, and the second generation had a right to profit by the self-denial of the first. What right had "Mr. Bast" to profit? The National Gallery was good enough for the likes of him. After property had had its say--a saying that is necessarily ungracious--the various philanthropist... | by study, and got upsides with the world. But in that quick interchange a new light dawned. Was that "something" walking in the dark among the suburban hills? He discovered that he was going bareheaded down Regent Street. London came back with a rush. Few were about at this hour, but all whom he passed looked at him wi... | by the self-denial of the first. What right had "Mr. Bast" to profit? The National Gallery was good enough for the likes of him. After property had had its say--a saying that is necessarily ungracious--the various philanthropists stepped forward. Something must be done for "Mr. Bast"; his conditions must be improved wi... | Howards End |
"In a sense," | Margaret | buys." There was a protest.<|quote|>"In a sense,"</|quote|>added Margaret, but the protest | educational than the things it buys." There was a protest.<|quote|>"In a sense,"</|quote|>added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the | a little unspiritual at times. "Not if you gave them so much. A big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest.<|quote|>"In a sense,"</|quote|>added Margaret, ... | me! we ought to have settled that. Still, it doesn t matter. Whatever you ve got, I order you to give as many poor men as you can three hundred a year each." "But that would be pauperising them," said an earnest girl, who liked the Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times. "Not if you gave them so much... | paper. "You are here, I understand, to advise me in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. I cannot have you speaking out of your role. It makes my poor head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your head won t go round if only you ll listen... | fruit of self-denial, and the second generation had a right to profit by the self-denial of the first. What right had "Mr. Bast" to profit? The National Gallery was good enough for the likes of him. After property had had its say--a saying that is necessarily ungracious--the various philanthropists stepped forward. Som... | upsides with the world. But in that quick interchange a new light dawned. Was that "something" walking in the dark among the suburban hills? He discovered that he was going bareheaded down Regent Street. London came back with a rush. Few were about at this hour, but all whom he passed looked at him with a hostility tha... | Schlegel!" said the reader of the paper. "You are here, I understand, to advise me in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. I cannot have you speaking out of your role. It makes my poor head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your head wo... | Howards End |
added Margaret, but the protest continued. | No speaker | a protest. "In a sense,"<|quote|>added Margaret, but the protest continued.</|quote|>"Well, isn t the most | things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense,"<|quote|>added Margaret, but the protest continued.</|quote|>"Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man | at times. "Not if you gave them so much. A big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense,"<|quote|>added Margaret, but the protest continued.</|q... | to have settled that. Still, it doesn t matter. Whatever you ve got, I order you to give as many poor men as you can three hundred a year each." "But that would be pauperising them," said an earnest girl, who liked the Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times. "Not if you gave them so much. A big windf... | here, I understand, to advise me in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. I cannot have you speaking out of your role. It makes my poor head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument,... | and the second generation had a right to profit by the self-denial of the first. What right had "Mr. Bast" to profit? The National Gallery was good enough for the likes of him. After property had had its say--a saying that is necessarily ungracious--the various philanthropists stepped forward. Something must be done fo... | world. But in that quick interchange a new light dawned. Was that "something" walking in the dark among the suburban hills? He discovered that he was going bareheaded down Regent Street. London came back with a rush. Few were about at this hour, but all whom he passed looked at him with a hostility that was the more im... | some member of the leisured classes who would watch over him ceaselessly (groans from Helen); he must be given food but no clothes, clothes but no food, a third-return ticket to Venice, without either food or clothes when he arrived there. In short, he might be given anything and everything so long as it was not the mo... | Howards End |
"Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?" | Margaret | Margaret, but the protest continued.<|quote|>"Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?"</|quote|>"Exactly what your Mr. Basts | protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued.<|quote|>"Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?"</|quote|>"Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do." "Give them | them so much. A big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued.<|quote|>"Well, isn t the most civilize... | doesn t matter. Whatever you ve got, I order you to give as many poor men as you can three hundred a year each." "But that would be pauperising them," said an earnest girl, who liked the Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times. "Not if you gave them so much. A big windfall would not pauperise a man. I... | in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. I cannot have you speaking out of your role. It makes my poor head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument," said Margaret. "Why not give hi... | right to profit by the self-denial of the first. What right had "Mr. Bast" to profit? The National Gallery was good enough for the likes of him. After property had had its say--a saying that is necessarily ungracious--the various philanthropists stepped forward. Something must be done for "Mr. Bast"; his conditions mus... | a new light dawned. Was that "something" walking in the dark among the suburban hills? He discovered that he was going bareheaded down Regent Street. London came back with a rush. Few were about at this hour, but all whom he passed looked at him with a hostility that was the more impressive because it was unconscious. ... | had a right to profit by the self-denial of the first. What right had "Mr. Bast" to profit? The National Gallery was good enough for the likes of him. After property had had its say--a saying that is necessarily ungracious--the various philanthropists stepped forward. Something must be done for "Mr. Bast"; his conditio... | Howards End |
"Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do." | No speaker | to wear his income properly?"<|quote|>"Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do."</|quote|>"Give them a chance. Give | the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?"<|quote|>"Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do."</|quote|>"Give them a chance. Give them money. Don t dole | too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?"<|quote|>"Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t ... | can three hundred a year each." "But that would be pauperising them," said an earnest girl, who liked the Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times. "Not if you gave them so much. A big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s... | cannot have you speaking out of your role. It makes my poor head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument," said Margaret. "Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed to have about thirty thousand a year." "Have I? I thought I had a mil... | Gallery was good enough for the likes of him. After property had had its say--a saying that is necessarily ungracious--the various philanthropists stepped forward. Something must be done for "Mr. Bast"; his conditions must be improved without impairing his independence; he must have a free library, or free tennis-court... | he was going bareheaded down Regent Street. London came back with a rush. Few were about at this hour, but all whom he passed looked at him with a hostility that was the more impressive because it was unconscious. He put his hat on. It was too big; his head disappeared like a pudding into a basin, the ears bending outw... | discussion club; there was a paper after it, read amid coffee-cups and laughter in the drawing-room, but dealing more or less thoughtfully with some topic of general interest. After the paper came a debate, and in this debate Mr. Bast also figured, appearing now as a bright spot in civilisation, now as a dark spot, acc... | Howards End |
"Give them a chance. Give them money. Don t dole them out poetry-books and railway-tickets like babies. Give them the wherewithal to buy these things. When your Socialism comes it may be different, and we may think in terms of commodities instead of cash. Till it comes give people cash, for it is the warp of civilisati... | Margaret | Mr. Basts won t do."<|quote|>"Give them a chance. Give them money. Don t dole them out poetry-books and railway-tickets like babies. Give them the wherewithal to buy these things. When your Socialism comes it may be different, and we may think in terms of commodities instead of cash. Till it comes give people cash, for... | income properly?" "Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do."<|quote|>"Give them a chance. Give them money. Don t dole them out poetry-books and railway-tickets like babies. Give them the wherewithal to buy these things. When your Socialism comes it may be different, and we may think in terms of commodities instead of cash... | educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?" "Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do."<|quote|>"Give them a chance. Give them ... | would be pauperising them," said an earnest girl, who liked the Schlegels, but thought them a little unspiritual at times. "Not if you gave them so much. A big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational th... | It makes my poor head go round, and I think you forget that I am very ill." "Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument," said Margaret. "Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed to have about thirty thousand a year." "Have I? I thought I had a million." "Wasn t a million your capital? Dear... | him. After property had had its say--a saying that is necessarily ungracious--the various philanthropists stepped forward. Something must be done for "Mr. Bast"; his conditions must be improved without impairing his independence; he must have a free library, or free tennis-courts; his rent must be paid in such a way th... | came back with a rush. Few were about at this hour, but all whom he passed looked at him with a hostility that was the more impressive because it was unconscious. He put his hat on. It was too big; his head disappeared like a pudding into a basin, the ears bending outwards at the touch of the curly brim. He wore it a l... | profit by the self-denial of the first. What right had "Mr. Bast" to profit? The National Gallery was good enough for the likes of him. After property had had its say--a saying that is necessarily ungracious--the various philanthropists stepped forward. Something must be done for "Mr. Bast"; his conditions must be impr... | Howards End |
She leant back while the more earnest members of the club began to misconstrue her. The female mind, though cruelly practical in daily life, cannot bear to hear ideals belittled in conversation, and Miss Schlegel was asked however she could say such dreadful things, and what it would profit Mr. Bast if he gained the wh... | No speaker | pick up those for himself."<|quote|>She leant back while the more earnest members of the club began to misconstrue her. The female mind, though cruelly practical in daily life, cannot bear to hear ideals belittled in conversation, and Miss Schlegel was asked however she could say such dreadful things, and what it would... | about his ideals. He ll pick up those for himself."<|quote|>She leant back while the more earnest members of the club began to misconstrue her. The female mind, though cruelly practical in daily life, cannot bear to hear ideals belittled in conversation, and Miss Schlegel was asked however she could say such dreadful t... | of course, but so few of us think clearly about our own private incomes, and admit that independent thoughts are in nine cases out of ten the result of independent means. Money: give Mr. Bast money, and don t bother about his ideals. He ll pick up those for himself."<|quote|>She leant back while the more earnest member... | for it is the warp of civilisation, whatever the woof may be. The imagination ought to play upon money and realise it vividly, for it s the--the second most important thing in the world. It is so slurred over and hushed up, there is so little clear thinking--oh, political economy, of course, but so few of us think clea... | educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?" "Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do." "Give them a chance. Give them money. D... | money itself. And here Margaret interrupted. "Order, order, Miss Schlegel!" said the reader of the paper. "You are here, I understand, to advise me in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. I cannot have you speaking out of your role. It makes my poor head go... | ladies, had more kick in it than most, but succumbed after a struggle. Helen at one part of the table, Margaret at the other, would talk of Mr. Bast and of no one else, and somewhere about the entree their monologues collided, fell ruining, and became common property. Nor was this all. The dinner-party was really an in... | might be given anything and everything so long as it was not the money itself. And here Margaret interrupted. "Order, order, Miss Schlegel!" said the reader of the paper. "You are here, I understand, to advise me in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. I ca... | Howards End |
"Nothing, but he would not gain his soul until he had gained a little of the world." | Margaret | his own soul. She answered,<|quote|>"Nothing, but he would not gain his soul until he had gained a little of the world."</|quote|>Then they said, "No, we | the whole world and lost his own soul. She answered,<|quote|>"Nothing, but he would not gain his soul until he had gained a little of the world."</|quote|>Then they said, "No, we do not believe it," and | her. The female mind, though cruelly practical in daily life, cannot bear to hear ideals belittled in conversation, and Miss Schlegel was asked however she could say such dreadful things, and what it would profit Mr. Bast if he gained the whole world and lost his own soul. She answered,<|quote|>"Nothing, but he would n... | and admit that independent thoughts are in nine cases out of ten the result of independent means. Money: give Mr. Bast money, and don t bother about his ideals. He ll pick up those for himself." She leant back while the more earnest members of the club began to misconstrue her. The female mind, though cruelly practical... | railway-tickets like babies. Give them the wherewithal to buy these things. When your Socialism comes it may be different, and we may think in terms of commodities instead of cash. Till it comes give people cash, for it is the warp of civilisation, whatever the woof may be. The imagination ought to play upon money and ... | am very ill." "Your head won t go round if only you ll listen to my argument," said Margaret. "Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed to have about thirty thousand a year." "Have I? I thought I had a million." "Wasn t a million your capital? Dear me! we ought to have settled that. Still, it doesn t matter. ... | after it, read amid coffee-cups and laughter in the drawing-room, but dealing more or less thoughtfully with some topic of general interest. After the paper came a debate, and in this debate Mr. Bast also figured, appearing now as a bright spot in civilisation, now as a dark spot, according to the temperament of the sp... | he must be given food but no clothes, clothes but no food, a third-return ticket to Venice, without either food or clothes when he arrived there. In short, he might be given anything and everything so long as it was not the money itself. And here Margaret interrupted. "Order, order, Miss Schlegel!" said the reader of t... | Howards End |
Then they said, "No, we do not believe it," and she admitted that an overworked clerk may save his soul in the superterrestrial sense, where the effort will be taken for the deed, but she denied that he will ever explore the spiritual resources of this world, will ever know the rarer joys of the body, or attain to clea... | No speaker | a little of the world."<|quote|>Then they said, "No, we do not believe it," and she admitted that an overworked clerk may save his soul in the superterrestrial sense, where the effort will be taken for the deed, but she denied that he will ever explore the spiritual resources of this world, will ever know the rarer joy... | soul until he had gained a little of the world."<|quote|>Then they said, "No, we do not believe it," and she admitted that an overworked clerk may save his soul in the superterrestrial sense, where the effort will be taken for the deed, but she denied that he will ever explore the spiritual resources of this world, wil... | conversation, and Miss Schlegel was asked however she could say such dreadful things, and what it would profit Mr. Bast if he gained the whole world and lost his own soul. She answered, "Nothing, but he would not gain his soul until he had gained a little of the world."<|quote|>Then they said, "No, we do not believe it... | Money: give Mr. Bast money, and don t bother about his ideals. He ll pick up those for himself." She leant back while the more earnest members of the club began to misconstrue her. The female mind, though cruelly practical in daily life, cannot bear to hear ideals belittled in conversation, and Miss Schlegel was asked ... | be different, and we may think in terms of commodities instead of cash. Till it comes give people cash, for it is the warp of civilisation, whatever the woof may be. The imagination ought to play upon money and realise it vividly, for it s the--the second most important thing in the world. It is so slurred over and hus... | said Margaret. "Why not give him the money itself? You re supposed to have about thirty thousand a year." "Have I? I thought I had a million." "Wasn t a million your capital? Dear me! we ought to have settled that. Still, it doesn t matter. Whatever you ve got, I order you to give as many poor men as you can three hund... | some topic of general interest. After the paper came a debate, and in this debate Mr. Bast also figured, appearing now as a bright spot in civilisation, now as a dark spot, according to the temperament of the speaker. The subject of the paper had been, "How ought I to dispose of my money?" the reader professing to be a... | clothes when he arrived there. In short, he might be given anything and everything so long as it was not the money itself. And here Margaret interrupted. "Order, order, Miss Schlegel!" said the reader of the paper. "You are here, I understand, to advise me in the interests of the Society for the Preservation of Places ... | Howards End |
the effect of which was to alter poor people until they became exactly like people who were not so poor. The hostess pertinently remarked that she, as eldest son, might surely rank among the millionaire s legatees. Margaret weakly admitted the claim, and another claim was at once set up by Helen, who declared that she ... | No speaker | "personal supervision and mutual help,"<|quote|>the effect of which was to alter poor people until they became exactly like people who were not so poor. The hostess pertinently remarked that she, as eldest son, might surely rank among the millionaire s legatees. Margaret weakly admitted the claim, and another claim was... | brought forward a scheme of "personal supervision and mutual help,"<|quote|>the effect of which was to alter poor people until they became exactly like people who were not so poor. The hostess pertinently remarked that she, as eldest son, might surely rank among the millionaire s legatees. Margaret weakly admitted the ... | she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Disagreeing elsewhere, they agreed in disowning her, and in keeping the administration of the millionaire s money in their own hands. The earnest girl brought forward a scheme of "personal supervision and mutual help,"<|quo... | to see how, under present conditions, they could be made happier. Doing good to humanity was useless: the many-coloured efforts thereto spreading over the vast area like films and resulting in an universal grey. To do good to one, or, as in this case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, a... | he would not gain his soul until he had gained a little of the world." Then they said, "No, we do not believe it," and she admitted that an overworked clerk may save his soul in the superterrestrial sense, where the effort will be taken for the deed, but she denied that he will ever explore the spiritual resources of t... | babies. Give them the wherewithal to buy these things. When your Socialism comes it may be different, and we may think in terms of commodities instead of cash. Till it comes give people cash, for it is the warp of civilisation, whatever the woof may be. The imagination ought to play upon money and realise it vividly, f... | Something must be done for "Mr. Bast"; his conditions must be improved without impairing his independence; he must have a free library, or free tennis-courts; his rent must be paid in such a way that he did not know it was being paid; it must be made worth his while to join the Territorials; he must be forcibly parted ... | upon money and realise it vividly, for it s the--the second most important thing in the world. It is so slurred over and hushed up, there is so little clear thinking--oh, political economy, of course, but so few of us think clearly about our own private incomes, and admit that independent thoughts are in nine cases out... | Howards End |
"Cold?" | Margaret | little of the second act.<|quote|>"Cold?"</|quote|>"No." "Tired?" "Doesn t matter." | did not mind losing a little of the second act.<|quote|>"Cold?"</|quote|>"No." "Tired?" "Doesn t matter." The earnest girl s train | more frequent in Germany than here. As Margaret and Helen sat down, the city behind them seemed to be a vast theatre, an opera-house in which some endless trilogy was performing, and they themselves a pair of satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act.<|quote|>"Cold?"</|quote|>"No." "Tire... | cities. The seats, almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk in evening dress, who had strolled out from the houses behind to enjoy fresh air and the whisper of the rising tide. There is something continental about Chelsea Embankment. It is an open space used rightly, a blessing more frequent in Germa... | parts of the discussion had been of higher merit than the playful--in a men s debate is the reverse more general?--but the meeting broke up hilariously enough, and a dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arguing copiously all the... | happier. Doing good to humanity was useless: the many-coloured efforts thereto spreading over the vast area like films and resulting in an universal grey. To do good to one, or, as in this case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Dis... | much. A big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, t... | eldest son, might surely rank among the millionaire s legatees. Margaret weakly admitted the claim, and another claim was at once set up by Helen, who declared that she had been the millionaire s housemaid for over forty years, overfed and underpaid; was nothing to be done for her, so corpulent and poor? The millionair... | Howards End |
"No." | Helen | of the second act. "Cold?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Tired?" "Doesn t matter." The | not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Tired?" "Doesn t matter." The earnest girl s train rumbled | frequent in Germany than here. As Margaret and Helen sat down, the city behind them seemed to be a vast theatre, an opera-house in which some endless trilogy was performing, and they themselves a pair of satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Tired?" "... | The seats, almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk in evening dress, who had strolled out from the houses behind to enjoy fresh air and the whisper of the rising tide. There is something continental about Chelsea Embankment. It is an open space used rightly, a blessing more frequent in Germany than ... | of the discussion had been of higher merit than the playful--in a men s debate is the reverse more general?--but the meeting broke up hilariously enough, and a dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arguing copiously all the way. ... | Doing good to humanity was useless: the many-coloured efforts thereto spreading over the vast area like films and resulting in an universal grey. To do good to one, or, as in this case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Disagreeing ... | A big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man... | like people who were not so poor. The hostess pertinently remarked that she, as eldest son, might surely rank among the millionaire s legatees. Margaret weakly admitted the claim, and another claim was at once set up by Helen, who declared that she had been the millionaire s housemaid for over forty years, overfed and ... | Howards End |
"Tired?" | Margaret | the second act. "Cold?" "No."<|quote|>"Tired?"</|quote|>"Doesn t matter." The earnest | mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?" "No."<|quote|>"Tired?"</|quote|>"Doesn t matter." The earnest girl s train rumbled away | in Germany than here. As Margaret and Helen sat down, the city behind them seemed to be a vast theatre, an opera-house in which some endless trilogy was performing, and they themselves a pair of satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?" "No."<|quote|>"Tired?"</|quote|>"Doesn t m... | seats, almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk in evening dress, who had strolled out from the houses behind to enjoy fresh air and the whisper of the rising tide. There is something continental about Chelsea Embankment. It is an open space used rightly, a blessing more frequent in Germany than here... | the discussion had been of higher merit than the playful--in a men s debate is the reverse more general?--but the meeting broke up hilariously enough, and a dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arguing copiously all the way. Whe... | good to humanity was useless: the many-coloured efforts thereto spreading over the vast area like films and resulting in an universal grey. To do good to one, or, as in this case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Disagreeing elsewh... | big windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man w... | utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Disagreeing elsewhere, they agreed in disowning her, and in keeping the administration of the millionaire s money in their own hands. The earnest girl brought forward a scheme of "personal supervision and mutual help... | Howards End |
"Doesn t matter." | Helen | second act. "Cold?" "No." "Tired?"<|quote|>"Doesn t matter."</|quote|>The earnest girl s train | losing a little of the second act. "Cold?" "No." "Tired?"<|quote|>"Doesn t matter."</|quote|>The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge. | Germany than here. As Margaret and Helen sat down, the city behind them seemed to be a vast theatre, an opera-house in which some endless trilogy was performing, and they themselves a pair of satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?" "No." "Tired?"<|quote|>"Doesn t matter."</|qu... | almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk in evening dress, who had strolled out from the houses behind to enjoy fresh air and the whisper of the rising tide. There is something continental about Chelsea Embankment. It is an open space used rightly, a blessing more frequent in Germany than here. As Ma... | discussion had been of higher merit than the playful--in a men s debate is the reverse more general?--but the meeting broke up hilariously enough, and a dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arguing copiously all the way. When sh... | to humanity was useless: the many-coloured efforts thereto spreading over the vast area like films and resulting in an universal grey. To do good to one, or, as in this case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Disagreeing elsewhere, ... | windfall would not pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who h... | The serious parts of the discussion had been of higher merit than the playful--in a men s debate is the reverse more general?--but the meeting broke up hilariously enough, and a dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arguing copio... | Howards End |
The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge. | No speaker | "No." "Tired?" "Doesn t matter."<|quote|>The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge.</|quote|>"I say, Helen--" "Well?" "Are | of the second act. "Cold?" "No." "Tired?" "Doesn t matter."<|quote|>The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge.</|quote|>"I say, Helen--" "Well?" "Are we really going to follow | As Margaret and Helen sat down, the city behind them seemed to be a vast theatre, an opera-house in which some endless trilogy was performing, and they themselves a pair of satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?" "No." "Tired?" "Doesn t matter."<|quote|>The earnest girl s trai... | here and there occupied by gentlefolk in evening dress, who had strolled out from the houses behind to enjoy fresh air and the whisper of the rising tide. There is something continental about Chelsea Embankment. It is an open space used rightly, a blessing more frequent in Germany than here. As Margaret and Helen sat d... | of higher merit than the playful--in a men s debate is the reverse more general?--but the meeting broke up hilariously enough, and a dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arguing copiously all the way. When she had gone they were... | useless: the many-coloured efforts thereto spreading over the vast area like films and resulting in an universal grey. To do good to one, or, as in this case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Disagreeing elsewhere, they agreed in d... | pauperise a man. It is these little driblets, distributed among too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear h... | her fortune to the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Then she died. The serious parts of the discussion had been of higher merit than the playful--in a men s debate is the reverse more general?--but the meeting broke up hilariously enough, and a dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the... | Howards End |
"I say, Helen--" | Margaret | rumbled away over the bridge.<|quote|>"I say, Helen--"</|quote|>"Well?" "Are we really going | The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge.<|quote|>"I say, Helen--"</|quote|>"Well?" "Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?" | seemed to be a vast theatre, an opera-house in which some endless trilogy was performing, and they themselves a pair of satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?" "No." "Tired?" "Doesn t matter." The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge.<|quote|>"I say, Helen--"</|qu... | had strolled out from the houses behind to enjoy fresh air and the whisper of the rising tide. There is something continental about Chelsea Embankment. It is an open space used rightly, a blessing more frequent in Germany than here. As Margaret and Helen sat down, the city behind them seemed to be a vast theatre, an op... | is the reverse more general?--but the meeting broke up hilariously enough, and a dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arguing copiously all the way. When she had gone they were conscious of an alleviation, and of the great beaut... | like films and resulting in an universal grey. To do good to one, or, as in this case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Disagreeing elsewhere, they agreed in disowning her, and in keeping the administration of the millionaire s mon... | too many, that do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?" "Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do." "Gi... | conditions, they could be made happier. Doing good to humanity was useless: the many-coloured efforts thereto spreading over the vast area like films and resulting in an universal grey. To do good to one, or, as in this case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economist... | Howards End |
"Well?" | Helen | the bridge. "I say, Helen--"<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>"Are we really going to | s train rumbled away over the bridge. "I say, Helen--"<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>"Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?" "I | a vast theatre, an opera-house in which some endless trilogy was performing, and they themselves a pair of satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?" "No." "Tired?" "Doesn t matter." The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge. "I say, Helen--"<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>... | from the houses behind to enjoy fresh air and the whisper of the rising tide. There is something continental about Chelsea Embankment. It is an open space used rightly, a blessing more frequent in Germany than here. As Margaret and Helen sat down, the city behind them seemed to be a vast theatre, an opera-house in whic... | more general?--but the meeting broke up hilariously enough, and a dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arguing copiously all the way. When she had gone they were conscious of an alleviation, and of the great beauty of the evenin... | resulting in an universal grey. To do good to one, or, as in this case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Disagreeing elsewhere, they agreed in disowning her, and in keeping the administration of the millionaire s money in their own... | do the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?" "Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do." "Give them a chanc... | of which was to alter poor people until they became exactly like people who were not so poor. The hostess pertinently remarked that she, as eldest son, might surely rank among the millionaire s legatees. Margaret weakly admitted the claim, and another claim was at once set up by Helen, who declared that she had been th... | Howards End |
"Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?" | Margaret | bridge. "I say, Helen--" "Well?"<|quote|>"Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?"</|quote|>"I don t know." "I | train rumbled away over the bridge. "I say, Helen--" "Well?"<|quote|>"Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?"</|quote|>"I don t know." "I think we won t." "As | vast theatre, an opera-house in which some endless trilogy was performing, and they themselves a pair of satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?" "No." "Tired?" "Doesn t matter." The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge. "I say, Helen--" "Well?"<|quote|>"Are we rea... | the houses behind to enjoy fresh air and the whisper of the rising tide. There is something continental about Chelsea Embankment. It is an open space used rightly, a blessing more frequent in Germany than here. As Margaret and Helen sat down, the city behind them seemed to be a vast theatre, an opera-house in which som... | general?--but the meeting broke up hilariously enough, and a dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arguing copiously all the way. When she had gone they were conscious of an alleviation, and of the great beauty of the evening. Th... | in an universal grey. To do good to one, or, as in this case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Disagreeing elsewhere, they agreed in disowning her, and in keeping the administration of the millionaire s money in their own hands. Th... | the harm. Money s educational. It s far more educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?" "Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do." "Give them a chance. ... | the world." Then they said, "No, we do not believe it," and she admitted that an overworked clerk may save his soul in the superterrestrial sense, where the effort will be taken for the deed, but she denied that he will ever explore the spiritual resources of this world, will ever know the rarer joys of the body, or at... | Howards End |
"I don t know." | Helen | to follow up Mr. Bast?"<|quote|>"I don t know."</|quote|>"I think we won t." | "Well?" "Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?"<|quote|>"I don t know."</|quote|>"I think we won t." "As you like." "It s | was performing, and they themselves a pair of satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?" "No." "Tired?" "Doesn t matter." The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge. "I say, Helen--" "Well?" "Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?"<|quote|>"I don t know."</|quote|>... | whisper of the rising tide. There is something continental about Chelsea Embankment. It is an open space used rightly, a blessing more frequent in Germany than here. As Margaret and Helen sat down, the city behind them seemed to be a vast theatre, an opera-house in which some endless trilogy was performing, and they th... | dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arguing copiously all the way. When she had gone they were conscious of an alleviation, and of the great beauty of the evening. They turned back towards Oakley Street. The lamps and the plane... | or, as in this case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Disagreeing elsewhere, they agreed in disowning her, and in keeping the administration of the millionaire s money in their own hands. The earnest girl brought forward a scheme o... | educational than the things it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?" "Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do." "Give them a chance. Give them money. Don t dole them out poetry-b... | dreadful things, and what it would profit Mr. Bast if he gained the whole world and lost his own soul. She answered, "Nothing, but he would not gain his soul until he had gained a little of the world." Then they said, "No, we do not believe it," and she admitted that an overworked clerk may save his soul in the superte... | Howards End |
"I think we won t." | Margaret | Bast?" "I don t know."<|quote|>"I think we won t."</|quote|>"As you like." "It s | going to follow up Mr. Bast?" "I don t know."<|quote|>"I think we won t."</|quote|>"As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless | themselves a pair of satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?" "No." "Tired?" "Doesn t matter." The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge. "I say, Helen--" "Well?" "Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?" "I don t know."<|quote|>"I think we won t."</|quote|>"As y... | tide. There is something continental about Chelsea Embankment. It is an open space used rightly, a blessing more frequent in Germany than here. As Margaret and Helen sat down, the city behind them seemed to be a vast theatre, an opera-house in which some endless trilogy was performing, and they themselves a pair of sat... | to their homes. Helen and Margaret walked with the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arguing copiously all the way. When she had gone they were conscious of an alleviation, and of the great beauty of the evening. They turned back towards Oakley Street. The lamps and the plane-trees, following the line of... | case, to a few, was the utmost she dare hope for. Between the idealists, and the political economists, Margaret had a bad time. Disagreeing elsewhere, they agreed in disowning her, and in keeping the administration of the millionaire s money in their own hands. The earnest girl brought forward a scheme of "personal sup... | it buys." There was a protest. "In a sense," added Margaret, but the protest continued. "Well, isn t the most civilized thing going, the man who has learnt to wear his income properly?" "Exactly what your Mr. Basts won t do." "Give them a chance. Give them money. Don t dole them out poetry-books and railway-tickets lik... | set up by Helen, who declared that she had been the millionaire s housemaid for over forty years, overfed and underpaid; was nothing to be done for her, so corpulent and poor? The millionaire then read out her last will and testament, in which she left the whole of her fortune to the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Then s... | Howards End |
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