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"As you like." | Helen | "I think we won t."<|quote|>"As you like."</|quote|>"It s no good, I | Bast?" "I don t know." "I think we won t."<|quote|>"As you like."</|quote|>"It s no good, I think, unless you really mean | 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." "I think we won t."<|quote|>"As you like."</|quote|>"It s no good, I thin... | 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 satisfied subscribers, who did not mind ... | 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 the embankment, struck a ... | 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 supervision and mutual ... | 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 like babies. Give them th... | fellows. Others had attacked the fabric of Society--Property, Interest, etc.; she only fixed her eyes on a few human beings, 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... | Howards End |
"It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." | Margaret | won t." "As you like."<|quote|>"It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good."</|quote|>"There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," | t know." "I think we won t." "As you like."<|quote|>"It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good."</|quote|>"There s Mrs.... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like."<|quote|>"It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to k... | 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 satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the sec... | 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 the embankment, struck a note of dignity that ... | 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," the effe... | 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 like babies. Give them the wherewithal t... | 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 underpaid; was nothing to be done for her, so ... | Howards End |
"There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," | Helen | No, it s no good."<|quote|>"There s Mrs. Lanoline, too,"</|quote|>Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just | mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good."<|quote|>"There s Mrs. Lanoline, too,"</|quote|>Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than | you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good."<|quote|>"There s Mrs. Lanoline, too,"</|quote|>Helen yawned. "S... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to k... | embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English 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 ... | help," 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 th... | 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 realise it vivid... | 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 millionaire then read out her last will and testament, in which she left the whole of her fortune to the Chancellor of the Exchequer. T... | Howards End |
Helen yawned. | No speaker | "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too,"<|quote|>Helen yawned.</|quote|>"So dull." "Just so, and | No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too,"<|quote|>Helen yawned.</|quote|>"So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I | good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too,"<|quote|>Helen yawned.</|quote|>"So dull." "Just so, a... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussi... | dignity that is rare in English 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... | 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 the million... | 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, for it s the--the secon... | his fellows. Others had attacked the fabric of Society--Property, Interest, etc.; she only fixed her eyes on a few human beings, 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 i... | Howards End |
"So dull." | Helen | Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned.<|quote|>"So dull."</|quote|>"Just so, and possibly worse | s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned.<|quote|>"So dull."</|quote|>"Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like | think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned.<|quote|>"So dull."</|quote|>"Just so, and possi... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brough... | is rare in English 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 mor... | 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 the millionaire s ... | 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, for it s the--the second most importan... | read out her last will and testament, in which she left the whole of 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 happ... | Howards End |
"Just so, and possibly worse than dull." | Margaret | too," Helen yawned. "So dull."<|quote|>"Just so, and possibly worse than dull."</|quote|>"I should like to know | good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull."<|quote|>"Just so, and possibly worse than dull."</|quote|>"I should like to know how he got hold of | you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull."<|quote|>"Just so, and possibly worse than dull."</... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that ... | in English 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 freque... | 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 the millionaire s housemaid f... | 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, for it s the--the second most important thing in... | 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 clear and passionate intercourse wi... | Howards End |
"I should like to know how he got hold of your card." | Helen | and possibly worse than dull."<|quote|>"I should like to know how he got hold of your card."</|quote|>"But he said--something about a | yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull."<|quote|>"I should like to know how he got hold of your card."</|quote|>"But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then | discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull."<|quote|>"I should like to know how he got hol... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him i... | 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 Margaret and Helen ... | 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 underpaid; w... | 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... | 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 the embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English cities. The seats, almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk... | Howards End |
"But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." | Margaret | got hold of your card."<|quote|>"But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella."</|quote|>"Then did the card see | like to know how he got hold of your card."<|quote|>"But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella."</|quote|>"Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to | him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card."<|quote|>"But he said--something about a concert and an... | say, Helen--" "Well?" "Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?" "I don t know." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mus... | 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 opera-... | 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... | 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 hushed up, there is so little clear thinking--oh, political economy, ... | to clear and passionate intercourse with his fellows. Others had attacked the fabric of Society--Property, Interest, etc.; she only fixed her eyes on a few human beings, to see how, under present conditions, they could be made happier. Doing good to humanity was useless: the many-coloured efforts thereto spreading over... | Howards End |
"Then did the card see the wife--" | Helen | a concert and an umbrella."<|quote|>"Then did the card see the wife--"</|quote|>"Helen, come to bed." "No, | card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella."<|quote|>"Then did the card see the wife--"</|quote|>"Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it | rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella."<|quote|>"Then did the card see the wife-... | up Mr. Bast?" "I don t know." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s ... | 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 some endless trilogy was performing,... | 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 millionaire then read out her last will and testament, in which ... | 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 clearly abo... | 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 conscious of an alleviat... | Howards End |
"Helen, come to bed." | Margaret | the card see the wife--"<|quote|>"Helen, come to bed."</|quote|>"No, just a little longer, | and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--"<|quote|>"Helen, come to bed."</|quote|>"No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell | friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--"<|quote|>"Helen, come to bed."</|quote|>"No, ju... | "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yaw... | 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... | 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 millionaire then read out her last will and testament, in which she left the whole of her fortune to the Chancello... | 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 clearly about our own private incomes, and admit that... | 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. They turned back... | Howards End |
"No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" | Helen | wife--" "Helen, come to bed."<|quote|>"No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Then what s the | did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed."<|quote|>"No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one | no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed."<|quote|>"No, just a little longer, it is so b... | t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." ... | 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 satisfied subscribers, who d... | 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 millionaire then read out her last will and testament, in which she left the whole of her fortune to the Chancellor of the Exchequer. T... | 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 clearly about our own private incomes, and admit that independent thou... | and of the great beauty of the evening. They turned back towards Oakley Street. The lamps and the plane-trees, following the line of the embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English cities. The seats, almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk in evening dress, who had strolled out from... | Howards End |
"Yes." | Margaret | the warp of the world?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Then what s the woof?" | did you say money is the warp of the world?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," | how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Then what s the woof?" "Very much what o... | me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something... | 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." The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge... | 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 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... | 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 of ten the result of independent means. Money: give Mr. Bast money, and don t bother about his ideal... | 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 the millionaire s housemaid f... | Howards End |
"Then what s the woof?" | Helen | warp of the world?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Then what s the woof?"</|quote|>"Very much what one chooses," | you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Then what s the woof?"</|quote|>"Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something | he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Then what s the woof?"</|quote|>"Very much what one c... | We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something abo... | 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." The earnest girl s train rumbled away over the bridge. "I... | 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 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... | 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 of ten the result of independent means. Money: give Mr. Bast money, and don t bother about his ideals. ... | 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 the millionaire... | Howards End |
"Very much what one chooses," | Margaret | "Then what s the woof?"<|quote|>"Very much what one chooses,"</|quote|>said Margaret. "It s something | warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?"<|quote|>"Very much what one chooses,"</|quote|>said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can | card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?"<|quote|>"Very much what one chooses,"</|quote|>said Margar... | with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an um... | 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. "I say, Helen--" "Well?" "Are... | 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 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 b... | 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 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 hims... | 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 earnest gir... | Howards End |
said Margaret. | No speaker | "Very much what one chooses,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"It s something that isn | "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"It s something that isn t money--one can t say | a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"It s something that isn t money-... | of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did th... | 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?" "Are we really going to ... | 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 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,... | 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 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 whil... | of the embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English 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.... | Howards End |
"It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." | Margaret | what one chooses," said Margaret.<|quote|>"It s something that isn t money--one can t say more."</|quote|>"Walking at night?" "Probably." "For | s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret.<|quote|>"It s something that isn t money--one can t say more."</|quote|>"Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." | and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret.<|quote|>"It s something that isn t money--one can t say more... | but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the ... | 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?" "Are we really going to follow up Mr... | read out her last will and testament, in which she left the whole of 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 happ... | 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 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 membe... | 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... | Howards End |
"Walking at night?" | Helen | money--one can t say more."<|quote|>"Walking at night?"</|quote|>"Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It | s something that isn t money--one can t say more."<|quote|>"Walking at night?"</|quote|>"Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now | come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more."<|quote|>"Walking at night?"</|quote|>"Probably." "For Tibby, Oxfor... | No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so ... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I t... | the whole of 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 wa... | 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." She leant back while the more earnest members of the club began to misconstrue her. The female mind,... | 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," 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, a... | Howards End |
"Probably." | Margaret | say more." "Walking at night?"<|quote|>"Probably."</|quote|>"For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems | isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?"<|quote|>"Probably."</|quote|>"For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that | "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?"<|quote|>"Probably."</|quote|>"For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems ... | no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unle... | 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... | 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." She leant back while the more earnest members of the club began to misconstrue her. The female mind, though cruelly ... | 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--" "Well?" "Are we really go... | Howards End |
"For Tibby, Oxford?" | Helen | more." "Walking at night?" "Probably."<|quote|>"For Tibby, Oxford?"</|quote|>"It seems so." "For you?" | t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably."<|quote|>"For Tibby, Oxford?"</|quote|>"It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to | just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably."<|quote|>"For Tibby, Oxford?"</|quote|>"It seems so." ... | good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. T... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you rea... | 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 ear... | 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... | 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 the embankment, struck a note of dignity ... | Howards End |
"It seems so." | Margaret | night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?"<|quote|>"It seems so."</|quote|>"For you?" "Now that we | t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?"<|quote|>"It seems so."</|quote|>"For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, | longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?"<|quote|>"It seems so."</|quote|>"For you?" "No... | Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; ... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know peop... | 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 earnest girl as fa... | 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 in daily life,... | plane-trees, following the line of the embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English 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 conti... | Howards End |
"For you?" | Helen | Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so."<|quote|>"For you?"</|quote|>"Now that we have to | "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so."<|quote|>"For you?"</|quote|>"Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin | so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so."<|quote|>"For you?"</|quote|>"Now that we have... | Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is ... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussi... | 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 earnest girl as far as Battersea Bri... | 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 in daily life, cannot bear to hear idea... | the great beauty of the evening. They turned back towards Oakley Street. The lamps and the plane-trees, following the line of the embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English cities. The seats, almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk in evening dress, who had strolled out from the ho... | Howards End |
"Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." | Margaret | "It seems so." "For you?"<|quote|>"Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End."</|quote|>One s own name will | night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?"<|quote|>"Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End."</|quote|>One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, | Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?"<|quote|>"Now that we have to leave Wickham Place... | "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of th... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brough... | 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 earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arg... | 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 in daily life, cannot bear to hear ideals belit... | 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?" "Doesn t matter." The earnest girl s t... | Howards End |
One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. | No speaker | it was certainly Howards End."<|quote|>One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers.</|quote|>"It is sad to suppose | s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End."<|quote|>One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers.</|quote|>"It is sad to suppose that places may ever be | one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End."<|quote|>One s own name will carry immens... | said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t m... | "Well?" "Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?" "I don t know." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at f... | 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... | 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 however she could say such dreadful things, and what it would profit ... | 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 the embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English cities. The seats, almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk in evening dre... | Howards End |
"It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," | Margaret | strolled along towards the speakers.<|quote|>"It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people,"</|quote|>continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They | rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers.<|quote|>"It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people,"</|quote|>continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. | have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers.<|quote|>"It is sad to suppose that places ... | yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think i... | really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should lik... | 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 the embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English cities. The seats, almost... | 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, "Nothing, but he would not gain his soul until he had gained a little of the world." Then they said, ... | 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 some endless trilogy was performing, and the... | Howards End |
continued Margaret. | No speaker | be more important than people,"<|quote|>continued Margaret.</|quote|>"Why, Meg? They re so | suppose that places may ever be more important than people,"<|quote|>continued Margaret.</|quote|>"Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d | Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people,"<|quote|>continued Margaret.</|quo... | s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own n... | on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a co... | 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 the embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English cities. The seats, almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk in evening dress, who had s... | 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." Then they said, "No, we do not believe it," and she admitted that an overworked clerk may save his soul... | 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 satisfied subscribers, who d... | Howards End |
"Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." | Helen | important than people," continued Margaret.<|quote|>"Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it."</|quote|>"I believe we shall come | places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret.<|quote|>"Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it."</|quote|>"I believe we shall come to care about people less | was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret.<|quote|>"Why, Meg? They... | woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name wi... | enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert an... | and of the great beauty of the evening. They turned back towards Oakley Street. The lamps and the plane-trees, following the line of the embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English cities. The seats, almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk in evening dress, who had strolled out from... | 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." Then they said, "No, we do not believe it," and she admitted that an overworked clerk may save his soul in the su... | 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 the million... | Howards End |
"I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." | Margaret | Forstmeister who lived in it."<|quote|>"I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place."</|quote|>Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. | than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it."<|quote|>"I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place."</|quote|>Here Mr. Wilcox reached them... | strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it."<|quote|>"I believe we shall come to c... | "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to supp... | Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is ... | dignity that is rare in English 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... | 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 this world, will ev... | t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a li... | Howards End |
Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. | No speaker | caring most for a place."<|quote|>Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met.</|quote|>"How do you do?" he | expect to end my life caring most for a place."<|quote|>Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met.</|quote|>"How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised | Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place."<|quote|>Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since t... | rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we s... | a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that w... | 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 satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing... | 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 clear and passionate intercourse with his fellows. Others had attacked the fabric of Society--Property, Interest, etc.; she only fixed her eyes on a few human beings, to see how, under pre... | 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... | Howards End |
"How do you do?" | Henry | weeks since they had met.<|quote|>"How do you do?"</|quote|>he cried. "I thought I | reached them. It was several weeks since they had met.<|quote|>"How do you do?"</|quote|>he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are | people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met.<|quote|>"How do you do?"</|quote|>he cried. "I thought I recognis... | to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people o... | say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For... | 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." "Tired?" "Doesn t matter." The earne... | will ever know the rarer joys of the body, or attain to clear and passionate intercourse with his fellows. Others had attacked the fabric of Society--Property, Interest, etc.; she only fixed her eyes on a few human beings, to see how, under present conditions, they could be made happier. Doing good to humanity was usel... | Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; ... | Howards End |
he cried. | No speaker | met. "How do you do?"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"I thought I recognised your | several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both | Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"I thought I recognised your voices. Whatev... | may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it ... | warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it w... | 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." The earnest girl s train rumble... | rarer joys of the body, or attain to clear and passionate intercourse with his fellows. Others had attacked the fabric of Society--Property, Interest, etc.; she only fixed her eyes on a few human beings, to see how, under present conditions, they could be made happier. Doing good to humanity was useless: the many-colou... | and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walk... | Howards End |
"I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" | Henry | do you do?" he cried.<|quote|>"I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?"</|quote|>His tones were protective. He | since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried.<|quote|>"I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?"</|quote|>His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not | more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried.<|quote|>"I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doin... | be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes t... | the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certa... | 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." The earnest girl s train rumbled away over ... | of the body, or attain to clear and passionate intercourse with his fellows. Others had attacked the fabric of Society--Property, Interest, etc.; she only fixed her eyes on a few human beings, to see how, under present conditions, they could be made happier. Doing good to humanity was useless: the many-coloured efforts... | 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 the embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English cities. The seats, almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk in e... | Howards End |
His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. | No speaker | you both doing down here?"<|quote|>His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment.</|quote|>"What an age it is | recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?"<|quote|>His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment.</|quote|>"What an age it is since I ve seen you, | one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?"<|quote|>His tones were protective. He implied that one ought... | nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life... | said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilco... | 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?" "Are we really going to ... | Others had attacked the fabric of Society--Property, Interest, etc.; she only fixed her eyes on a few human beings, 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 universa... | 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 earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge Station, arg... | Howards End |
"What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." | Margaret | the good man s equipment.<|quote|>"What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son."</|quote|>"Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing | accepted it as part of the good man s equipment.<|quote|>"What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son."</|quote|>"Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down | he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment.<|quote|>"What an age it is since I ve... | Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both d... | to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," cont... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spiri... | 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... | 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 the embankment, struck a note of dignity that ... | Howards End |
"Paul?" | Henry | good news of your son."<|quote|>"Paul?"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his | lately. I hope you have good news of your son."<|quote|>"Paul?"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between | Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son."<|quote|>"Paul?"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cig... | most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resente... | seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived... | we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So ... | 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 supervision ... | 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 satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold... | Howards End |
said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. | No speaker | news of your son." "Paul?"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them.</|quote|>"Oh, Paul s all right. | I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them.</|quote|>"Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from | Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitti... | for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented thi... | away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it... | won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dul... | 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 supervision an... | more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, ro... | Howards End |
"Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." | Henry | and sitting down between them.<|quote|>"Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now."</|quote|>"Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from | Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them.<|quote|>"Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now."</|quote|>"Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your | it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them.<|quote|>"Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He l... | weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equip... | the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less,... | unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I... | 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," the effect of which was to alter poor people u... | hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. ... | Howards End |
"Ugh--" | Helen | at work again by now."<|quote|>"Ugh--"</|quote|>said Helen, shuddering from complex | from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now."<|quote|>"Ugh--"</|quote|>said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your pardon?" | Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now."<|quote|>"Ugh--"</|quote|>said Helen, shuddering from complex... | you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hop... | Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite ... | with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an um... | the administration of the millionaire s money in their own hands. The earnest girl brought forward a scheme of "personal supervision and mutual help," 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 ... | the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Ox... | Howards End |
said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. | No speaker | work again by now." "Ugh--"<|quote|>said Helen, shuddering from complex causes.</|quote|>"I beg your pardon?" "Isn | Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--"<|quote|>said Helen, shuddering from complex causes.</|quote|>"I beg your pardon?" "Isn t the climate of Nigeria | Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--"<|quote|>said Helen, shuddering from complex causes.</|qu... | both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope yo... | They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expec... | him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrell... | administration of the millionaire s money in their own hands. The earnest girl brought forward a scheme of "personal supervision and mutual help," 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 sure... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussi... | Howards End |
"I beg your pardon?" | Henry | Helen, shuddering from complex causes.<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>"Isn t the climate of | again by now." "Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes.<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>"Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?" "Some one | Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes.<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>... | were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "P... | I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for ... | but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the ... | in their own hands. The earnest girl brought forward a scheme of "personal supervision and mutual help," 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. ... | back towards Oakley Street. The lamps and the plane-trees, following the line of the embankment, struck a note of dignity that is rare in English 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 whispe... | Howards End |
"Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?" | Helen | causes. "I beg your pardon?"<|quote|>"Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?"</|quote|>"Some one s got to | said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your pardon?"<|quote|>"Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?"</|quote|>"Some one s got to go," he said simply. "England | hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your pardon?"<|quote|>"Isn t the climate of Nigeria too... | that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extin... | of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr... | intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come t... | The earnest girl brought forward a scheme of "personal supervision and mutual help," 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 admi... | 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 satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second act. "Cold?" "No." "T... | Howards End |
"Some one s got to go," | Henry | climate of Nigeria too horrible?"<|quote|>"Some one s got to go,"</|quote|>he said simply. "England will | your pardon?" "Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?"<|quote|>"Some one s got to go,"</|quote|>he said simply. "England will never keep her trade overseas | "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your pardon?" "Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?"<|quote|>"Some one s got to go,"</|... | Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitti... | of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks... | it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beau... | "personal supervision and mutual help," 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... | 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?" "I don t know." "I think we won t." "As you like.... | Howards End |
he said simply. | No speaker | one s got to go,"<|quote|>he said simply.</|quote|>"England will never keep her | of Nigeria too horrible?" "Some one s got to go,"<|quote|>he said simply.</|quote|>"England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is | cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your pardon?" "Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?" "Some one s got to go,"<|quote|>he said simply.</|quote|>"England will never ... | Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all righ... | lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you ... | Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; ... | 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 had ... | 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. "I say, Helen--" "Well?" "Are we rea... | Howards End |
"England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news." | Henry | to go," he said simply.<|quote|>"England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news."</|quote|>"Oh, we ve had a | horrible?" "Some one s got to go," he said simply.<|quote|>"England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news."</|quote|>"Oh, we ve had a splendid evening," cried Helen, who | down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your pardon?" "Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?" "Some one s got to go," he said simply.<|quote|>"England will never keep her trade overseas unless s... | but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from... | "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried.... | Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is ... | 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 the million... | ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it beco... | Howards End |
"Oh, we ve had a splendid evening," | Helen | tell me all your news."<|quote|>"Oh, we ve had a splendid evening,"</|quote|>cried Helen, who always woke | Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news."<|quote|>"Oh, we ve had a splendid evening,"</|quote|>cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of | your pardon?" "Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?" "Some one s got to go," he said simply. "England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news."<|quote|>"Oh, we ve had a splendid... | lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your pardon?" "Isn t the climate of Nigeria t... | of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea... | umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at ... | 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 millionaire then read out her last will and testament, in whic... | to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people o... | Howards End |
cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor. | No speaker | ve had a splendid evening,"<|quote|>cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor.</|quote|>"We belong to a kind | all your news." "Oh, we ve had a splendid evening,"<|quote|>cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor.</|quote|>"We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, | Nigeria too horrible?" "Some one s got to go," he said simply. "England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news." "Oh, we ve had a splendid evening,"<|quote|>cried Helen, who always w... | of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your pardon?" "Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?" "Some one s got to g... | my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort... | wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford... | 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 millionaire then read out her last will and testament, in which she left the whole of her fortune to the Chanc... | you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose t... | Howards End |
"We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, Margaret and I--all women, but there is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting." | Helen | the advent of a visitor.<|quote|>"We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, Margaret and I--all women, but there is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting."</|quote|>The man of business smiled. | who always woke up at the advent of a visitor.<|quote|>"We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, Margaret and I--all women, but there is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting."</|quote|>The man of... | "England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news." "Oh, we ve had a splendid evening," cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor.<|quote|>"We belong to a kind of club... | down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your pardon?" "Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?" "Some one s got to go," he said simply. "England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is pr... | It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the g... | so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham... | 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 she died. The serious parts of ... | curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on ... | Howards End |
The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful t... | No speaker | if so how--oh, most interesting."<|quote|>The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still ... | or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting."<|quote|>The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River ... | of a visitor. "We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, Margaret and I--all women, but there is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting."<|quote|>The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death h... | he said simply. "England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news." "Oh, we ve had a splendid evening," cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor. "We belong to a kind... | Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all righ... | "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It... | 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 earnest girl as fa... | money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably." "For Tibby, Oxford?" "It seems so." "For you?" "Now that we have to leave Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats... | Howards End |
"Sounds a most original entertainment!" | Henry | could not be worth knowing.<|quote|>"Sounds a most original entertainment!"</|quote|>he exclaimed, and laughed in | what he did not know could not be worth knowing.<|quote|>"Sounds a most original entertainment!"</|quote|>he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish | other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing.<|quote|>"Sounds a most original entertainment!"</|quote|>... | seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened... | a splendid evening," cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor. "We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, Margaret and I--all women, but there is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interes... | expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without... | 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... | quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment w... | Howards End |
he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. | No speaker | "Sounds a most original entertainment!"<|quote|>he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way.</|quote|>"I wish Evie would go | could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!"<|quote|>he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way.</|quote|>"I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. | day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!"<|quote|>he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way.... | he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good din... | who always woke up at the advent of a visitor. "We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, Margaret and I--all women, but there is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled.... | caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen ... | 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 satisfied... | too horrible?" "Some one s got to go," he said simply. "England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news." "Oh, we ve had a splendid evening," cried Helen, who always woke up at the ad... | Howards End |
"I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." | Henry | laughed in his pleasant way.<|quote|>"I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs."</|quote|>"I expect we d better | original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way.<|quote|>"I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs."</|quote|>"I expect we d better be doing the same, really." | good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way.<|quote|>"I wish Evie would go to that sort of t... | flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic wo... | a visitor. "We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, Margaret and I--all women, but there is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almos... | reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as... | 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 satisfied subscribers, who did not mind losing a little of the second... | Now tell me all your news." "Oh, we ve had a splendid evening," cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor. "We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, Margaret and I--all women, but there is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or t... | Howards End |
"I expect we d better be doing the same, really." | Margaret | breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs."<|quote|>"I expect we d better be doing the same, really."</|quote|>"We pretend we re improving | time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs."<|quote|>"I expect we d better be doing the same, really."</|quote|>"We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see," said Helen | and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs."<|quote|>"I expect we d better be doing the... | by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing.... | was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well... | both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope yo... | 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. "I say, Helen--" "Well?" "Are we rea... | lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you ... | Howards End |
"We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see," | Helen | be doing the same, really."<|quote|>"We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see,"</|quote|>said Helen a little sharply, | "I expect we d better be doing the same, really."<|quote|>"We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see,"</|quote|>said Helen a little sharply, for the Wilcox glamour is | worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." "I expect we d better be doing the same, really."<|quote|>"We pretend we re improving... | he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaim... | to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to t... | that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extin... | 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?" "Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?" "I don t know." "... | "Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?" "Some one s got to go," he said simply. "England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news." "Oh, we ve had a splendid evening," cried Helen... | Howards End |
said Helen a little sharply, for the Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. | No speaker | re improving ourselves, you see,"<|quote|>said Helen a little sharply, for the Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably.</|quote|>"We suppose it a good | same, really." "We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see,"<|quote|>said Helen a little sharply, for the Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably.</|quote|>"We suppose it a good thing to waste a... | exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." "I expect we d better be doing the same, really." "We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see,"<|quote|>said Helen a little sharply, for the... | it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evi... | and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flow... | Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitti... | 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." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I thi... | I--all women, but there is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring n... | Howards End |
"We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." | Helen | would have impressed her favourably.<|quote|>"We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs."</|quote|>"Not at all. I don | as he had just made would have impressed her favourably.<|quote|>"We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs."</|quote|>"Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. | doing the same, really." "We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see," said Helen a little sharply, for the Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably.<|quote|>"We suppose it a good thing to waste ... | know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." "I expect we d better be doing the same, really." "We pretend we re... | treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought goo... | Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitting down between them. "Oh, Paul s all right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your pardon?" "Isn t the climat... | going to follow up Mr. Bast?" "I don t know." "I think we won t." "As you like." "It s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no ... | he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had h... | Howards End |
"Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." | Henry | be better to breed dogs."<|quote|>"Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end."</|quote|>"Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. | my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs."<|quote|>"Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end."</|quote|>"Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ... | and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs."<|quote|>"Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothin... | thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." "I expect we d better be doing the same, really." "We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see," said Helen a little sharply, for the Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days w... | girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were... | right. We had a line from Madeira. He ll be at work again by now." "Ugh--" said Helen, shuddering from complex causes. "I beg your pardon?" "Isn t the climate of Nigeria too horrible?" "Some one s got to go," he said simply. "England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless w... | to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn t play at friendship. No, it s no good." "There s Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know ho... | Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were protective. He implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margare... | Howards End |
"Quickness--?" | Helen | have helped me no end."<|quote|>"Quickness--?"</|quote|>"Yes. Quickness in argument. Time | was a youngster. It would have helped me no end."<|quote|>"Quickness--?"</|quote|>"Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed | sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end."<|quote|>"Quickness--?"</|quote|>"Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve ... | Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don ... | good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. Bu... | said simply. "England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news." "Oh, we ve had a splendid evening," cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor. "We belong to a kind of... | Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did y... | and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flow... | Howards End |
"Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." | Henry | helped me no end." "Quickness--?"<|quote|>"Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions."</|quote|>The patronising tone, thought Margaret, | a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?"<|quote|>"Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions."</|quote|>The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a | says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?"<|quote|>"Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a... | glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree... | dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she... | simply. "England will never keep her trade overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news." "Oh, we ve had a splendid evening," cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor. "We belong to a kind of club... | too," Helen yawned. "So dull." "Just so, and possibly worse than dull." "I should like to know how he got hold of your card." "But he said--something about a concert and an umbrella." "Then did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say mon... | Chelsea Embankment without a male escort. Helen resented this, but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man s equipment. "What an age it is since I ve seen you, Mr. Wilcox. I met Evie in the Tube, though, lately. I hope you have good news of your son." "Paul?" said Mr. Wilcox, extinguishing his cigarette, and sitti... | Howards End |
The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehea... | No speaker | I believe in these discussions."<|quote|>The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch h... | and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions."<|quote|>The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him ... | in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions."<|quote|>The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well eno... | good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickne... | worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." "I expect we d better be doing the same, really." "We pretend we re improving ourselv... | ve had a splendid evening," cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor. "We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, Margaret and I--all women, but there is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most ... | did the card see the wife--" "Helen, come to bed." "No, just a little longer, it is so beautiful. Tell me; oh yes; did you say money is the warp of the world?" "Yes." "Then what s the woof?" "Very much what one chooses," said Margaret. "It s something that isn t money--one can t say more." "Walking at night?" "Probably... | make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news." "Oh, we ve had a splendid evening," cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor. "We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, Margaret and I--all women, but there is a discussion after... | Howards End |
"Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," | Henry | debates she implied was Truth.<|quote|>"Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take,"</|quote|>said he. Margaret laughed and | nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth.<|quote|>"Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take,"</|quote|>said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going | Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth.<|quote|>"Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what s... | missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his... | she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a deb... | had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had help... | Wickham Place, I begin to think it s that. For Mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more impor... | and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." "I expect we d better be doing the same, r... | Howards End |
said he. Margaret laughed and said, | No speaker | matter what subject you take,"<|quote|>said he. Margaret laughed and said,</|quote|>"But this is going to | yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take,"<|quote|>said he. Margaret laughed and said,</|quote|>"But this is going to be far better than the | inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take,"<|quote|>said he. Margaret laughed and said,<... | gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen... | as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in ... | last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the l... | Wilcox it was certainly Howards End." One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? Th... | the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank... | Howards End |
"But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." | Margaret | he. Margaret laughed and said,<|quote|>"But this is going to be far better than the debate itself."</|quote|>Helen recovered herself and laughed | what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said,<|quote|>"But this is going to be far better than the debate itself."</|quote|>Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t | was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said,<|quote|>"But this is going to be far bette... | haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to wa... | have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youn... | prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and ot... | One s own name will carry immense distances. Mr. Wilcox, who was sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rat... | bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to t... | Howards End |
Helen recovered herself and laughed too. | No speaker | better than the debate itself."<|quote|>Helen recovered herself and laughed too.</|quote|>"No, I won t go | is going to be far better than the debate itself."<|quote|>Helen recovered herself and laughed too.</|quote|>"No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll | brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself."<|quote|>Helen recovered herself and lau... | Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But H... | an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickne... | his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. Wi... | sitting with friends many seats away, heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat H... | of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the gi... | Howards End |
"No, I won t go on," | Helen | recovered herself and laughed too.<|quote|>"No, I won t go on,"</|quote|>she declared. "I ll just | than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too.<|quote|>"No, I won t go on,"</|quote|>she declared. "I ll just put our special case to | the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too.<|quote|>"No, I won t go on,"</|quote|>she de... | man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their... | a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I... | the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him ... | heard this, rose to his feet, and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I ... | for the Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all... | Howards End |
she declared. | No speaker | I won t go on,"<|quote|>she declared.</|quote|>"I ll just put our | herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on,"<|quote|>she declared.</|quote|>"I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." | The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on,"<|quote|>she declared.</|quote|>"I ll just put our special... | be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was T... | says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a point b... | inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on ... | and strolled along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care ... | overseas unless she is prepared to make sacrifices. Unless we get firm in West Africa, Ger--untold complications may follow. Now tell me all your news." "Oh, we ve had a splendid evening," cried Helen, who always woke up at the advent of a visitor. "We belong to a kind of club that reads papers, Margaret and I--all wom... | Howards End |
"I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." | Helen | t go on," she declared.<|quote|>"I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox."</|quote|>"About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. | laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared.<|quote|>"I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox."</|quote|>"About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient | of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared.<|quote|>"I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilc... | father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh... | may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a point because th... | the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank... | along towards the speakers. "It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people ... | again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sor... | Howards End |
"About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." | Margaret | special case to Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case."</|quote|>"But, Mr. Wilcox, do first | "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case."</|quote|>"But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s | doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient... | charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," sai... | don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I... | mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes ... | places may ever be more important than people," continued Margaret. "Why, Meg? They re so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the eas... | debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I v... | Howards End |
"But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" | Helen | lenient to a special case."<|quote|>"But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--"</|quote|>"What s his profession?" "Clerk." | do. He ll be more lenient to a special case."<|quote|>"But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--"</|quote|>"What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, | "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case."<|quote|>"But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s th... | was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than t... | one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, ... | shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a... | so much nicer generally. I d rather think of that forester s house in Pomerania than of the fat Herr Forstmeister who lived in it." "I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end... | s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as... | Howards End |
"What s his profession?" | Henry | poor, and who seems interest--"<|quote|>"What s his profession?"</|quote|>"Clerk." "What in?" "Do you | fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--"<|quote|>"What s his profession?"</|quote|>"Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance | just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--"<|quote|>"What s his profession?"</|quote|>"Clerk." "Wha... | debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. B... | Time after time I ve missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of ... | an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She ... | shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I ... | of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickne... | Howards End |
"Clerk." | Helen | interest--" "What s his profession?"<|quote|>"Clerk."</|quote|>"What in?" "Do you remember, | very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?"<|quote|>"Clerk."</|quote|>"What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." | case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?"<|quote|>"Clerk."</|quote|>"What in?" "Do you rememb... | Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be m... | ve missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion ... | woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aber... | about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voi... | is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectu... | Howards End |
"What in?" | Henry | "What s his profession?" "Clerk."<|quote|>"What in?"</|quote|>"Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion | poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk."<|quote|>"What in?"</|quote|>"Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." "Oh yes; | to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk."<|quote|>"What in?"</|quote|>"Do you remember, M... | "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more len... | missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his... | on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen t... | people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. W... | felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly littl... | Howards End |
"Do you remember, Margaret?" | Helen | his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?"<|quote|>"Do you remember, Margaret?"</|quote|>"Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." "Oh | who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?"<|quote|>"Do you remember, Margaret?"</|quote|>"Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." "Oh yes; the nice people who | Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?"<|quote|>"Do you remember, Margaret?"</|quot... | it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a... | a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had... | flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--j... | and less, Helen. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are ... | no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the rop... | Howards End |
"Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." | Margaret | in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?"<|quote|>"Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company."</|quote|>"Oh yes; the nice people | s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?"<|quote|>"Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company."</|quote|>"Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt Juley a | Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?"<|quote|>"Porphyrion Fire Insurance Compa... | matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." ... | other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it ... | his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." "... | more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down h... | a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses... | Howards End |
"Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt Juley a new hearth rug. He seems interesting, in some ways very, and one wishes one could help him. He is married to a wife whom he doesn t seem to care for much. He likes books, and what one may roughly call adventure, and if he had a chance--But he is so poor. He lives a life wh... | Helen | Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company."<|quote|>"Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt Juley a new hearth rug. He seems interesting, in some ways very, and one wishes one could help him. He is married to a wife whom he doesn t seem to care for much. He likes books, and what one may roughly call adventure, and i... | "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company."<|quote|>"Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt Juley a new hearth rug. He seems interesting, in some ways very, and one wishes one could help him. He is married to a wife whom he doesn t seem to care for much. He likes books, and what one may ... | be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company."<|quote|>"Oh yes; t... | take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do fir... | the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to li... | all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." "I expect we d bett... | the easier it becomes to replace them. It s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place." Here Mr. Wilcox reached them. It was several weeks since they had met. "How do you do?" he cried. "I thought I recognised your voices. Whatever are you both doing down here?" His tones were p... | entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." "I expect we d better be doing the same, really." "We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see," said Helen a little sharp... | Howards End |
Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. | No speaker | poor. What would you do?"<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly.</|quote|>"My dear Miss Schlegel, I | and wanted to help the poor. What would you do?"<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly.</|quote|>"My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where | should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor. What would you do?"<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very fa... | given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of them thought this would pauperise him. Should he and those like him be given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer h... | for much. He likes books, and what one may roughly call adventure, and if he had a chance--But he is so poor. He lives a life where all the money is apt to go on nonsense and clothes. One is so afraid that circumstances will be too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the... | Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject y... | reads papers, Margaret and I--all women, but there is a discussion after. This evening it was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important fig... | haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to wa... | Howards End |
"My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." | Henry | the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly.<|quote|>"My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insur... | not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly.<|quote|>"My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the... | wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor. What would you do?" Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly.<|quote|>"My dear Miss Schlegel, I will n... | thought this would pauperise him. Should he and those like him be given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothin... | had a chance--But he is so poor. He lives a life where all the money is apt to go on nonsense and clothes. One is so afraid that circumstances will be too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire die... | but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better... | was on how one ought to leave one s money--whether to one s family, or to the poor, and if so how--oh, most interesting." The man of business smiled. Since his wife s death he had almost doubled his income. He was an important figure at last, a reassuring name on company prospectuses, and life had treated him very well... | scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadeq... | Howards End |
"Why?" | Margaret | Company with all possible speed."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>said Margaret. He lowered his | of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. | I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>said Margaret.... | she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor. What would you do?" Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex ha... | it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of them thought this would pauperise him. Should he and those like him be given free librarie... | is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just com... | life had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists th... | Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of them thought this would paup... | Howards End |
said Margaret. He lowered his voice. | No speaker | with all possible speed." "Why?"<|quote|>said Margaret. He lowered his voice.</|quote|>"This is between friends. It | the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?"<|quote|>said Margaret. He lowered his voice.</|quote|>"This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver | will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?"<|quote|>said Margaret. He lowered... | would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor. What would you do?" Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has be... | but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of them thought this would pauperise him. Should he and those like him be given free libraries? I... | going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come a... | had treated him very well. The world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought... | Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrio... | Howards End |
"This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," | Henry | Margaret. He lowered his voice.<|quote|>"This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash,"</|quote|>he added, thinking that she | all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice.<|quote|>"This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash,"</|quote|>he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, | sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice.<|quote|>"This is between... | seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor. What would you do?" Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not... | his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of them thought this would pauperise him. Should he and those like him be given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want... | the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s ... | world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames, which still flowed inland from the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be sho... | doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a sp... | Howards End |
he added, thinking that she had not understood. | No speaker | before Christmas. It ll smash,"<|quote|>he added, thinking that she had not understood.</|quote|>"Dear me, Helen, listen to | in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash,"<|quote|>he added, thinking that she had not understood.</|quote|>"Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have | that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash,"<|quote|>he added, thin... | help the poor. What would you do?" Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only con... | should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of them thought this would pauperise him. Should he and those like him be given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given somet... | "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do ... | the sea. So wonderful to the girls, it held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank... | their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Trut... | Howards End |
"Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!" | Margaret | that she had not understood.<|quote|>"Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!"</|quote|>"WILL have? Let him leave | ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood.<|quote|>"Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!"</|quote|>"WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. | is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood.<|quote|>"Dear me, Helen, list... | Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young frien... | three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of them thought this would pauperise him. Should he and those like him be given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday... | Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrio... | held no mysteries for him. He had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all th... | be their father. She had always maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was T... | Howards End |
"WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now." | Henry | have to get another place!"<|quote|>"WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now."</|quote|>"Rather than wait, to make | to that. And he ll have to get another place!"<|quote|>"WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now."</|quote|>"Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?" | with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!"<|quote|>"WILL have? Let him leave the sh... | "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Ma... | thought this would pauperise him. Should he and those like him be given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothin... | special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." "Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt ... | by taking shares in the lock at Teddington, and if he and other capitalists thought good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing.... | thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much matter what subject you take," said he. Margaret laughed and said, "But this is going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laugh... | Howards End |
"Rather than wait, to make sure?" | Margaret | Let him get one now."<|quote|>"Rather than wait, to make sure?"</|quote|>"Decidedly." "Why s that?" Again | the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now."<|quote|>"Rather than wait, to make sure?"</|quote|>"Decidedly." "Why s that?" Again the Olympian laugh, and the | It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now."<|quote|>"Rather than wait, to make sure?"</|quote|>"Decidedly.... | to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Re... | I said No! He doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wa... | just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." "Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt Juley a new hearth rug. He seems interesting, in some ways very, and one wishes one ... | good, some day it could be shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant w... | case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." "Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt Juley a ... | Howards End |
"Decidedly." | Henry | than wait, to make sure?"<|quote|>"Decidedly."</|quote|>"Why s that?" Again the | him get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?"<|quote|>"Decidedly."</|quote|>"Why s that?" Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered | s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?"<|quote|>"Decidedly."</|quote|>"Why s that?" Again the... | another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Chr... | want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor.... | who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." "Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt Juley a new hearth rug. He seems interesting, in some ways very, and one wishes one could help him. He is married to ... | shortened again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go t... | maintained that Mr. Wilcox had a charm. In times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her, but it was pleasant to listen to him now, and to watch his thick brown moustache and high forehead confronting the stars. But Helen was nettled. The aim of their debates she implied was Truth. "Oh yes, it doesn t much m... | Howards End |
"Why s that?" | Margaret | wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly."<|quote|>"Why s that?"</|quote|>Again the Olympian laugh, and | get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly."<|quote|>"Why s that?"</|quote|>Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice. "Naturally the | hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly."<|quote|>"Why s that?"</|quote|>Again the O... | plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. ... | more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor. What... | s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." "Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt Juley a new hearth rug. He seems interesting, in some ways very, and one wishes one could help him. He is married to a wi... | again. With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sor... | could help him. He is married to a wife whom he doesn t seem to care for much. He likes books, and what one may roughly call adventure, and if he had a chance--But he is so poor. He lives a life where all the money is apt to go on nonsense and clothes. One is so afraid that circumstances will be too strong for him and ... | Howards End |
Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice. | No speaker | sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?"<|quote|>Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice.</|quote|>"Naturally the man who s | "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?"<|quote|>Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice.</|quote|>"Naturally the man who s in a situation when he | It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?"<|quote|>Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered vo... | numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash,... | read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor. What would you do?... | poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." "Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt Juley a new hearth rug. He seems interesting, in some ways very, and one wishes one could help him. He is married to a wife whom he doesn ... | good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. Bu... | one wishes one could help him. He is married to a wife whom he doesn t seem to care for much. He likes books, and what one may roughly call adventure, and if he had a chance--But he is so poor. He lives a life where all the money is apt to go on nonsense and clothes. One is so afraid that circumstances will be too stro... | Howards End |
"Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." | Henry | laugh, and the lowered voice.<|quote|>"Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m ... | s that?" Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice.<|quote|>"Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer... | had not understood. "Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?" Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice.<|quote|>"Naturally the man who s in a situati... | My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me... | was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor. What would you do?" Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far... | profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." "Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt Juley a new hearth rug. He seems interesting, in some ways very, and one wishes one could help him. He is married to a wife whom he doesn t seem to care for much. He likes books, and... | academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing. "Sounds a most original entertainment!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his pleasant way. "I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing. But she hasn t the time. She s taken to bree... | to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come across a young fellow, who s evidently very poor, and who seems interest--" "What s his profession?" "Clerk." "What in?" "Do you remember, Margaret?" "Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company." "Oh yes; the nice people who gave ... | Howards End |
"I hadn t thought of that," | Margaret | Human nature, I m afraid."<|quote|>"I hadn t thought of that,"</|quote|>murmured Margaret, while Helen said, | secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid."<|quote|>"I hadn t thought of that,"</|quote|>murmured Margaret, while Helen said, "Our human nature appears to | s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid."<|quote|>"I hadn t thought of that,"</|quote|>murmure... | me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?" Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice. "Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better... | whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear ... | He likes books, and what one may roughly call adventure, and if he had a chance--But he is so poor. He lives a life where all the money is apt to go on nonsense and clothes. One is so afraid that circumstances will be too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject o... | hasn t the time. She s taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." "I expect we d better be doing the same, really." "We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see," said Helen a little sharply, for the Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech su... | he and those like him be given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you thi... | Howards End |
murmured Margaret, while Helen said, | No speaker | hadn t thought of that,"<|quote|>murmured Margaret, while Helen said,</|quote|>"Our human nature appears to | nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that,"<|quote|>murmured Margaret, while Helen said,</|quote|>"Our human nature appears to be the other way round. | applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that,"<|quote|>murmured Margaret, while Helen said,</|qu... | he ll have to get another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?" Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice. "Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger posit... | far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Ins... | may roughly call adventure, and if he had a chance--But he is so poor. He lives a life where all the money is apt to go on nonsense and clothes. One is so afraid that circumstances will be too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear o... | taken to breeding Aberdeen terriers--jolly little dogs." "I expect we d better be doing the same, really." "We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see," said Helen a little sharply, for the Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made ... | clothes. One is so afraid that circumstances will be too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given thre... | Howards End |
"Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance." | Helen | murmured Margaret, while Helen said,<|quote|>"Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance."</|quote|>"And how does he clean | hadn t thought of that," murmured Margaret, while Helen said,<|quote|>"Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance."</|quote|>"And how does he clean the boots?" "Not well," confessed | is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that," murmured Margaret, while Helen said,<|quote|>"Our human nature appears to be the ... | another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?" Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice. "Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man ... | laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible s... | if he had a chance--But he is so poor. He lives a life where all the money is apt to go on nonsense and clothes. One is so afraid that circumstances will be too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionai... | little dogs." "I expect we d better be doing the same, really." "We pretend we re improving ourselves, you see," said Helen a little sharply, for the Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We su... | and those like him be given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think?... | Howards End |
"And how does he clean the boots?" | Henry | The boot man, for instance."<|quote|>"And how does he clean the boots?"</|quote|>"Not well," confessed Margaret. "There | people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance."<|quote|>"And how does he clean the boots?"</|quote|>"Not well," confessed Margaret. "There you are!" "Then do you | myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that," murmured Margaret, while Helen said, "Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance."<|quote|>"And ho... | sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?" Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice. "Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it af... | add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before... | nonsense and clothes. One is so afraid that circumstances will be too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he ... | a little sharply, for the Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed ... | quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor. What would you do?" Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add an... | Howards End |
"Not well," | Margaret | does he clean the boots?"<|quote|>"Not well,"</|quote|>confessed Margaret. "There you are!" | man, for instance." "And how does he clean the boots?"<|quote|>"Not well,"</|quote|>confessed Margaret. "There you are!" "Then do you really advise | secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that," murmured Margaret, while Helen said, "Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance." "And how does he clean the boots?"<|quote|>"Not well,"</|qu... | Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice. "Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m... | ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinkin... | that circumstances will be too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year di... | is not of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with yo... | chance--But he is so poor. He lives a life where all the money is apt to go on nonsense and clothes. One is so afraid that circumstances will be too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and... | Howards End |
confessed Margaret. | No speaker | clean the boots?" "Not well,"<|quote|>confessed Margaret.</|quote|>"There you are!" "Then do | instance." "And how does he clean the boots?" "Not well,"<|quote|>confessed Margaret.</|quote|>"There you are!" "Then do you really advise us to | an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that," murmured Margaret, while Helen said, "Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance." "And how does he clean the boots?" "Not well,"<|quote|>confessed Margaret.</|quo... | and the lowered voice. "Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I had... | have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she... | will be too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Mar... | of the kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sist... | the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll sm... | Howards End |
"There you are!" | Henry | boots?" "Not well," confessed Margaret.<|quote|>"There you are!"</|quote|>"Then do you really advise | how does he clean the boots?" "Not well," confessed Margaret.<|quote|>"There you are!"</|quote|>"Then do you really advise us to tell this youth--?" | greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that," murmured Margaret, while Helen said, "Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance." "And how does he clean the boots?" "Not well," confessed Margaret.<|quote|>"There you are!"<... | lowered voice. "Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thou... | already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not u... | too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s ... | kind that returns, and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. The... | Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor. What would you do?" Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I ... | Howards End |
"Then do you really advise us to tell this youth--?" | Margaret | confessed Margaret. "There you are!"<|quote|>"Then do you really advise us to tell this youth--?"</|quote|>"I advise nothing," he interrupted, | clean the boots?" "Not well," confessed Margaret. "There you are!"<|quote|>"Then do you really advise us to tell this youth--?"</|quote|>"I advise nothing," he interrupted, glancing up and down the | I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that," murmured Margaret, while Helen said, "Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance." "And how does he clean the boots?" "Not well," confessed Margaret. "There you are!"<|quote|>"Then do you really adv... | the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that," murmured Mar... | only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, H... | him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of t... | and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a... | going to be far better than the debate itself." Helen recovered herself and laughed too. "No, I won t go on," she declared. "I ll just put our special case to Mr. Wilcox." "About Mr. Bast? Yes, do. He ll be more lenient to a special case." "But, Mr. Wilcox, do first light another cigarette. It s this. We ve just come a... | Howards End |
"I advise nothing," | Henry | us to tell this youth--?"<|quote|>"I advise nothing,"</|quote|>he interrupted, glancing up and | "Then do you really advise us to tell this youth--?"<|quote|>"I advise nothing,"</|quote|>he interrupted, glancing up and down the Embankment, in case | Margaret, while Helen said, "Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance." "And how does he clean the boots?" "Not well," confessed Margaret. "There you are!" "Then do you really advise us to tell this youth--?"<|quote|>"I advise nothing,"<... | stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that," murmured Margaret, while Helen said, "Our human nature ap... | of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!"... | up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of them thought this would pauperise him. Should h... | speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I ... | so afraid that circumstances will be too strong for him and that he will sink. Well, he got mixed up in our debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds... | Howards End |
he interrupted, glancing up and down the Embankment, in case his indiscretion had been overheard. | No speaker | this youth--?" "I advise nothing,"<|quote|>he interrupted, glancing up and down the Embankment, in case his indiscretion had been overheard.</|quote|>"I oughtn t to have | really advise us to tell this youth--?" "I advise nothing,"<|quote|>he interrupted, glancing up and down the Embankment, in case his indiscretion had been overheard.</|quote|>"I oughtn t to have spoken--but I happen to know, | said, "Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance." "And how does he clean the boots?" "Not well," confessed Margaret. "There you are!" "Then do you really advise us to tell this youth--?" "I advise nothing,"<|quote|>he interrupted, glanci... | chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that," murmured Margaret, while Helen said, "Our human nature appears to be the ... | Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed." "Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!" "WILL have? Let h... | debate. He wasn t the subject of it, but it seemed to bear on his point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of them thought this would pauperise him. Should he and thos... | he had just made would have impressed her favourably. "We suppose it a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for... | such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of them thought this would pauperise him. Should he and those like him be given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he shoul... | Howards End |
"I oughtn t to have spoken--but I happen to know, being more or less behind the scenes. The Porphyrion s a bad, bad concern--Now, don t say I said so. It s outside the Tariff Ring." | Henry | his indiscretion had been overheard.<|quote|>"I oughtn t to have spoken--but I happen to know, being more or less behind the scenes. The Porphyrion s a bad, bad concern--Now, don t say I said so. It s outside the Tariff Ring."</|quote|>"Certainly I won t say. | down the Embankment, in case his indiscretion had been overheard.<|quote|>"I oughtn t to have spoken--but I happen to know, being more or less behind the scenes. The Porphyrion s a bad, bad concern--Now, don t say I said so. It s outside the Tariff Ring."</|quote|>"Certainly I won t say. In fact, I don t | they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance." "And how does he clean the boots?" "Not well," confessed Margaret. "There you are!" "Then do you really advise us to tell this youth--?" "I advise nothing," he interrupted, glancing up and down the Embankment, in case his indiscretion had been overheard.<|quote|>"I ought... | if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--it affects an employer greatly. Human nature, I m afraid." "I hadn t thought of that," murmured Margaret, while Helen said, "Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot ... | is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decided... | point. Suppose a millionaire died, and desired to leave money to help such a man. How should he be helped? Should he be given three hundred pounds a year direct, which was Margaret s plan? Most of them thought this would pauperise him. Should he and those like him be given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want mor... | to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate, but, as my sister says, it may be better to breed dogs." "Not at all. I don t agree with your sister. There s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes... | Company." "Oh yes; the nice people who gave Aunt Juley a new hearth rug. He seems interesting, in some ways very, and one wishes one could help him. He is married to a wife whom he doesn t seem to care for much. He likes books, and what one may roughly call adventure, and if he had a chance--But he is so poor. He lives... | Howards End |
"Certainly I won t say. In fact, I don t know what that means." | Margaret | s outside the Tariff Ring."<|quote|>"Certainly I won t say. In fact, I don t know what that means."</|quote|>"I thought an insurance company | say I said so. It s outside the Tariff Ring."<|quote|>"Certainly I won t say. In fact, I don t know what that means."</|quote|>"I thought an insurance company never smashed," was Helen s | interrupted, glancing up and down the Embankment, in case his indiscretion had been overheard. "I oughtn t to have spoken--but I happen to know, being more or less behind the scenes. The Porphyrion s a bad, bad concern--Now, don t say I said so. It s outside the Tariff Ring."<|quote|>"Certainly I won t say. In fact, I ... | "Our human nature appears to be the other way round. We employ people because they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance." "And how does he clean the boots?" "Not well," confessed Margaret. "There you are!" "Then do you really advise us to tell this youth--?" "I advise nothing," he interrupted, glancing up and down... | another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?" Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice. "Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man ... | of them thought this would pauperise him. Should he and those like him be given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too... | a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The ... | very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been already suggested. My only contribution is this: let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fir... | Howards End |
"I thought an insurance company never smashed," | Helen | t know what that means."<|quote|>"I thought an insurance company never smashed,"</|quote|>was Helen s contribution. "Don | say. In fact, I don t know what that means."<|quote|>"I thought an insurance company never smashed,"</|quote|>was Helen s contribution. "Don t the others always run | "I oughtn t to have spoken--but I happen to know, being more or less behind the scenes. The Porphyrion s a bad, bad concern--Now, don t say I said so. It s outside the Tariff Ring." "Certainly I won t say. In fact, I don t know what that means."<|quote|>"I thought an insurance company never smashed,"</|quote|>was Helen... | they re unemployed. The boot man, for instance." "And how does he clean the boots?" "Not well," confessed Margaret. "There you are!" "Then do you really advise us to tell this youth--?" "I advise nothing," he interrupted, glancing up and down the Embankment, in case his indiscretion had been overheard. "I oughtn t to h... | get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?" Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice. "Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is l... | given free libraries? I said No! He doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were... | them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man ... | said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It ll be in the Receiver s hands before Christmas. It ll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he ll have to get another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now."... | Howards End |
was Helen s contribution. | No speaker | an insurance company never smashed,"<|quote|>was Helen s contribution.</|quote|>"Don t the others always | what that means." "I thought an insurance company never smashed,"<|quote|>was Helen s contribution.</|quote|>"Don t the others always run in and save them?" | happen to know, being more or less behind the scenes. The Porphyrion s a bad, bad concern--Now, don t say I said so. It s outside the Tariff Ring." "Certainly I won t say. In fact, I don t know what that means." "I thought an insurance company never smashed,"<|quote|>was Helen s contribution.</|quote|>"Don t the others... | instance." "And how does he clean the boots?" "Not well," confessed Margaret. "There you are!" "Then do you really advise us to tell this youth--?" "I advise nothing," he interrupted, glancing up and down the Embankment, in case his indiscretion had been overheard. "I oughtn t to have spoken--but I happen to know, bein... | make sure?" "Decidedly." "Why s that?" Again the Olympian laugh, and the lowered voice. "Naturally the man who s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance, is in a stronger position, that the man who isn t. It looks as if he s worth something. I know by myself--(this is letting you into the State secrets)--... | doesn t want more books to read, but to read books rightly. My suggestion was he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday, but then there is his wife, and they said she would have to go too. Nothing seemed quite right! Now what do you think? Imagine that you were a millionaire, and wanted to help t... | would have helped me no end." "Quickness--?" "Yes. Quickness in argument. Time after time I ve missed scoring a point because the other man has had the gift of the gab and I haven t. Oh, I believe in these discussions." The patronising tone, thought Margaret, came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their f... | a millionaire, and wanted to help the poor. What would you do?" Mr. Wilcox, whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated, laughed exuberantly. "My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread. I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have been a... | Howards End |
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