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But this was a blunder. | No speaker | say he s right altogether."<|quote|>But this was a blunder.</|quote|>"Then he is right partly," | "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether."<|quote|>But this was a blunder.</|quote|>"Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick | to be wrong was fatal. The Miss Schlegels did not mind being wrong. They were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether."<|quote|>But this was a blunder.</|quote|>"Then he is right p... | s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a little. In his circle to be wrong was fatal. The Miss Schlegels di... | an impulsive morality--one knew that much. He would pay for Mrs. Munt s hearthrug with ostentatious haste, a large claim he would repudiate quietly, and fight court by court. But his true fighting weight, his antecedents, his amours with other members of the commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain to ordinary ... | his head--" "I only believe half I hear. Not that even; it s safer. Those clever ones come to the worse grief, I ve often noticed. Ah, you can t be too careful." He drank, and wiped his moustache, which was going to be one of those moustaches that always droop into tea-cups--more bother than they re worth, surely, and ... | saying: "What a prosperous vulgarian Mr. Wilcox has grown! I have very little use for him in these days. However, he did tell us about the Porphyrion. Let us write to Mr. Bast as soon as ever we get home, and tell him to clear out of it at once." "Do; yes, that s worth doing. Let us." CHAPTER XVI Leonard accepted the i... | motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped sufficiently, who held in one hand a burning torch, and pointed with the other to St. Paul s and Windsor Castle. A large sum of money was inscribed belo... | Howards End |
"Then he is right partly," | Margaret | But this was a blunder.<|quote|>"Then he is right partly,"</|quote|>said the elder woman, quick | say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder.<|quote|>"Then he is right partly,"</|quote|>said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that | The Miss Schlegels did not mind being wrong. They were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder.<|quote|>"Then he is right partly,"</|quote|>said the elder ... | friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a little. In his circle to be wrong was fatal. The Miss Schlegels did not mind being wro... | much. He would pay for Mrs. Munt s hearthrug with ostentatious haste, a large claim he would repudiate quietly, and fight court by court. But his true fighting weight, his antecedents, his amours with other members of the commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as were the escapades of Zeus... | half I hear. Not that even; it s safer. Those clever ones come to the worse grief, I ve often noticed. Ah, you can t be too careful." He drank, and wiped his moustache, which was going to be one of those moustaches that always droop into tea-cups--more bother than they re worth, surely, and not fashionable either. "I q... | Mr. Wilcox has grown! I have very little use for him in these days. However, he did tell us about the Porphyrion. Let us write to Mr. Bast as soon as ever we get home, and tell him to clear out of it at once." "Do; yes, that s worth doing. Let us." CHAPTER XVI Leonard accepted the invitation to tea next Saturday. But h... | clever ones come to the worse grief, I ve often noticed. Ah, you can t be too careful." He drank, and wiped his moustache, which was going to be one of those moustaches that always droop into tea-cups--more bother than they re worth, surely, and not fashionable either. "I quite agree, and that s why I was curious to kn... | Howards End |
said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. | No speaker | "Then he is right partly,"<|quote|>said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that.</|quote|>"Mr. Bast, I don t | But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly,"<|quote|>said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that.</|quote|>"Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare | mind being wrong. They were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly,"<|quote|>said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard r... | that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a little. In his circle to be wrong was fatal. The Miss Schlegels did not mind being wrong. They were genuinely g... | Mrs. Munt s hearthrug with ostentatious haste, a large claim he would repudiate quietly, and fight court by court. But his true fighting weight, his antecedents, his amours with other members of the commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as were the escapades of Zeus. While the gods are po... | even; it s safer. Those clever ones come to the worse grief, I ve often noticed. Ah, you can t be too careful." He drank, and wiped his moustache, which was going to be one of those moustaches that always droop into tea-cups--more bother than they re worth, surely, and not fashionable either. "I quite agree, and that s... | have very little use for him in these days. However, he did tell us about the Porphyrion. Let us write to Mr. Bast as soon as ever we get home, and tell him to clear out of it at once." "Do; yes, that s worth doing. Let us." CHAPTER XVI Leonard accepted the invitation to tea next Saturday. But he was right; the visit p... | offended. "It s funny how things get round." "Why funny?" asked Helen, who did not follow the workings of his mind. "It was written as large as life on your card, and considering we wrote to you there, and that you replied on the stamped paper--" "Would you call the Porphyrion one of the big Insurance Companies?" pursu... | Howards End |
"Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" | Margaret | if it came to that.<|quote|>"Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?"</|quote|>Leonard sat back with a | every one was right partly, if it came to that.<|quote|>"Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?"</|quote|>Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is | so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that.<|quote|>"Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my q... | your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a little. In his circle to be wrong was fatal. The Miss Schlegels did not mind being wrong. They were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" ... | his true fighting weight, his antecedents, his amours with other members of the commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as were the escapades of Zeus. While the gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in the days of their decadence that a strong light beats into heaven. "W... | be too careful." He drank, and wiped his moustache, which was going to be one of those moustaches that always droop into tea-cups--more bother than they re worth, surely, and not fashionable either. "I quite agree, and that s why I was curious to know; is it a solid, well-established concern?" Leonard had no idea. He u... | to Mr. Bast as soon as ever we get home, and tell him to clear out of it at once." "Do; yes, that s worth doing. Let us." CHAPTER XVI Leonard accepted the invitation to tea next Saturday. But he was right; the visit proved a conspicuous failure. "Sugar?" said Margaret. "Cake?" said Helen. "The big cake or the little de... | the devil to pay then. "Oh, well enough," he answered. "Your company is the Porphyrion, isn t it?" "Yes, that s so." "--becoming rather offended. "It s funny how things get round." "Why funny?" asked Helen, who did not follow the workings of his mind. "It was written as large as life on your card, and considering we wr... | Howards End |
Leonard sat back with a sigh. | No speaker | concern right or wrong ?"<|quote|>Leonard sat back with a sigh.</|quote|>"Our friend, who is also | tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?"<|quote|>Leonard sat back with a sigh.</|quote|>"Our friend, who is also a business man, was so | right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?"<|quote|>Leonard sat back with a sigh.</|quote|>"Our fri... | did not mind being wrong. They were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard r... | While the gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in the days of their decadence that a strong light beats into heaven. "We were told the Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. N... | surely, and not fashionable either. "I quite agree, and that s why I was curious to know; is it a solid, well-established concern?" Leonard had no idea. He understood his own corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motio... | CHAPTER XVI Leonard accepted the invitation to tea next Saturday. But he was right; the visit proved a conspicuous failure. "Sugar?" said Margaret. "Cake?" said Helen. "The big cake or the little deadlies? I m afraid you thought my letter rather odd, but we ll explain--we aren t odd, really--nor affected, really. We re... | "It was written as large as life on your card, and considering we wrote to you there, and that you replied on the stamped paper--" "Would you call the Porphyrion one of the big Insurance Companies?" pursued Margaret. "It depends on what you call big." "I mean by big, a solid, well-established concern, that offers a rea... | Howards End |
"Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" | Margaret | sat back with a sigh.<|quote|>"Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--"</|quote|>"And advised you to clear | right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh.<|quote|>"Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--"</|quote|>"And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. | quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh.<|quote|>"Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positi... | were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right... | learn little about them. It is only in the days of their decadence that a strong light beats into heaven. "We were told the Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must... | quite agree, and that s why I was curious to know; is it a solid, well-established concern?" Leonard had no idea. He understood his own corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as... | to tea next Saturday. But he was right; the visit proved a conspicuous failure. "Sugar?" said Margaret. "Cake?" said Helen. "The big cake or the little deadlies? I m afraid you thought my letter rather odd, but we ll explain--we aren t odd, really--nor affected, really. We re over-expressive--that s all." As a lady s l... | well-established concern?" Leonard had no idea. He understood his own corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the a... | Howards End |
"And advised you to clear out of it," | Helen | positive. He said before Christmas--"<|quote|>"And advised you to clear out of it,"</|quote|>concluded Helen. "But I don | a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--"<|quote|>"And advised you to clear out of it,"</|quote|>concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should | that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--"<|quote|>"And advised you to clear out of it,"</|quote|>conc... | "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my q... | strong light beats into heaven. "We were told the Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s qu... | well-established concern?" Leonard had no idea. He understood his own corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the a... | said Margaret. "Cake?" said Helen. "The big cake or the little deadlies? I m afraid you thought my letter rather odd, but we ll explain--we aren t odd, really--nor affected, really. We re over-expressive--that s all." As a lady s lap-dog Leonard did not excel. He was not an Italian, still less a Frenchman, in whose blo... | sufficiently, who held in one hand a burning torch, and pointed with the other to St. Paul s and Windsor Castle. A large sum of money was inscribed below, and you drew your own conclusions. This giant caused Leonard to do arithmetic and write letters, to explain the regulations to new clients, and re-explain them to ol... | Howards End |
concluded Helen. | No speaker | to clear out of it,"<|quote|>concluded Helen.</|quote|>"But I don t see | before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it,"<|quote|>concluded Helen.</|quote|>"But I don t see why he should know better | and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it,"<|quote|>concluded Helen.</|quote|>"But I don t see why he should kn... | to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me... | the Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured... | his own corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped suff... | or the little deadlies? I m afraid you thought my letter rather odd, but we ll explain--we aren t odd, really--nor affected, really. We re over-expressive--that s all." As a lady s lap-dog Leonard did not excel. He was not an Italian, still less a Frenchman, in whose blood there runs the very spirit of persiflage and o... | what you call big." "I mean by big, a solid, well-established concern, that offers a reasonably good career to its employes." "I couldn t say--some would tell you one thing and others another," said the employee uneasily. "For my own part" "--he shook his head--" "I only believe half I hear. Not that even; it s safer. ... | Howards End |
"But I don t see why he should know better than you do." | Helen | out of it," concluded Helen.<|quote|>"But I don t see why he should know better than you do."</|quote|>Leonard rubbed his hands. He | "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen.<|quote|>"But I don t see why he should know better than you do."</|quote|>Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that | dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen.<|quote|>"But I don t see why he should know better than ... | ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what mak... | s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a little. In h... | corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped sufficiently... | little deadlies? I m afraid you thought my letter rather odd, but we ll explain--we aren t odd, really--nor affected, really. We re over-expressive--that s all." As a lady s lap-dog Leonard did not excel. He was not an Italian, still less a Frenchman, in whose blood there runs the very spirit of persiflage and of graci... | He understood his own corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, b... | Howards End |
Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was so... | No speaker | know better than you do."<|quote|>Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He a... | t see why he should know better than you do."<|quote|>Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving i... | a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do."<|quote|>Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he ... | was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh... | we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a little. In his circle to be wrong was fatal. The Miss Schlegels did not ... | knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped sufficiently, who held in one hand a burning torch, and pointed with the other to St. Pa... | ll explain--we aren t odd, really--nor affected, really. We re over-expressive--that s all." As a lady s lap-dog Leonard did not excel. He was not an Italian, still less a Frenchman, in whose blood there runs the very spirit of persiflage and of gracious repartee. His wit was the Cockney s; it opened no doors into imag... | beats into heaven. "We were told the Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "... | Howards End |
"One can but see," | Leonard | product of a single mind.<|quote|>"One can but see,"</|quote|>he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen | and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind.<|quote|>"One can but see,"</|quote|>he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen." He was | direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind.<|quote|>"One c... | too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. A... | if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," conclud... | fight court by court. But his true fighting weight, his antecedents, his amours with other members of the commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as were the escapades of Zeus. While the gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in the days of their decadence that a strong l... | so was the room to which he had at last penetrated, with the queer sketches of people bathing upon its walls, and so were the very tea-cups, with their delicate borders of wild strawberries. But he would not let romance interfere with his life. There is the devil to pay then. "Oh, well enough," he answered. "Your compa... | drank, and wiped his moustache, which was going to be one of those moustaches that always droop into tea-cups--more bother than they re worth, surely, and not fashionable either. "I quite agree, and that s why I was curious to know; is it a solid, well-established concern?" Leonard had no idea. He understood his own co... | Howards End |
he remarked, adding, | No speaker | mind. "One can but see,"<|quote|>he remarked, adding,</|quote|>"as Ibsen says, things happen." | the product of a single mind. "One can but see,"<|quote|>he remarked, adding,</|quote|>"as Ibsen says, things happen." He was itching to talk | under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see,"<|quote|>he remarked, ... | Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely d... | that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But... | But his true fighting weight, his antecedents, his amours with other members of the commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as were the escapades of Zeus. While the gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in the days of their decadence that a strong light beats into heaven... | to which he had at last penetrated, with the queer sketches of people bathing upon its walls, and so were the very tea-cups, with their delicate borders of wild strawberries. But he would not let romance interfere with his life. There is the devil to pay then. "Oh, well enough," he answered. "Your company is the Porphy... | he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is... | Howards End |
"as Ibsen says, things happen." | Leonard | but see," he remarked, adding,<|quote|>"as Ibsen says, things happen."</|quote|>He was itching to talk | a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding,<|quote|>"as Ibsen says, things happen."</|quote|>He was itching to talk about books and make the | of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding,<|quote|>"as Ibs... | say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished ... | I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why ... | fighting weight, his antecedents, his amours with other members of the commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as were the escapades of Zeus. While the gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in the days of their decadence that a strong light beats into heaven. "We were to... | had at last penetrated, with the queer sketches of people bathing upon its walls, and so were the very tea-cups, with their delicate borders of wild strawberries. But he would not let romance interfere with his life. There is the devil to pay then. "Oh, well enough," he answered. "Your company is the Porphyrion, isn t ... | were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as were the escapades of Zeus. While the gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in the days of their decadence that a strong light beats into heaven. "We were told the Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ... | Howards End |
He was itching to talk about books and make the most of his romantic hour. Minute after minute slipped away, while the ladies, with imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minde... | No speaker | "as Ibsen says, things happen."<|quote|>He was itching to talk about books and make the most of his romantic hour. Minute after minute slipped away, while the ladies, with imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remark... | but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen."<|quote|>He was itching to talk about books and make the most of his romantic hour. Minute after minute slipped away, while the ladies, with imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhap... | yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen."<|quote|>H... | thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two s... | and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than yo... | amours with other members of the commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as were the escapades of Zeus. While the gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in the days of their decadence that a strong light beats into heaven. "We were told the Porphyrion s no go," blurted He... | the queer sketches of people bathing upon its walls, and so were the very tea-cups, with their delicate borders of wild strawberries. But he would not let romance interfere with his life. There is the devil to pay then. "Oh, well enough," he answered. "Your company is the Porphyrion, isn t it?" "Yes, that s so." "--bec... | large claim he would repudiate quietly, and fight court by court. But his true fighting weight, his antecedents, his amours with other members of the commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as were the escapades of Zeus. While the gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in... | Howards End |
"So YOU like Carlyle" | Margaret | piercing joy when Margaret said,<|quote|>"So YOU like Carlyle"</|quote|>and then the door opened, | There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said,<|quote|>"So YOU like Carlyle"</|quote|>and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" | not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said,<|quote|>"So YOU like Carlyle"</|quote|>and... | And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise?... | the most of his romantic hour. Minute after minute slipped away, while the ladies, with imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others,... | can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was temp... | those moustaches that always droop into tea-cups--more bother than they re worth, surely, and not fashionable either. "I quite agree, and that s why I was curious to know; is it a solid, well-established concern?" Leonard had no idea. He understood his own corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to con... | giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remain... | Howards End |
and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. | No speaker | said, "So YOU like Carlyle"<|quote|>and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies.</|quote|>"Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, | of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle"<|quote|>and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies.</|quote|>"Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed | we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle"<|quote|>and then the door opened, and "... | with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious min... | romantic hour. Minute after minute slipped away, while the ladies, with imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did no... | what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that ... | droop into tea-cups--more bother than they re worth, surely, and not fashionable either. "I quite agree, and that s why I was curious to know; is it a solid, well-established concern?" Leonard had no idea. He understood his own corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ig... | see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equ... | Howards End |
"Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" | Helen | preceded by two prancing puppies.<|quote|>"Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!"</|quote|>screamed Helen, falling on her | "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies.<|quote|>"Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!"</|quote|>screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought | squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies.<|quote|>"Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie,... | be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, ... | of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They ... | who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong f... | and that s why I was curious to know; is it a solid, well-established concern?" Leonard had no idea. He understood his own corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the Briti... | fatal. The Miss Schlegels did not mind being wrong. They were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, qui... | Howards End |
screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. | No speaker | Evie, how too impossibly sweet!"<|quote|>screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees.</|quote|>"We brought the little fellows | puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!"<|quote|>screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees.</|quote|>"We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I | no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!"<|quote|>screamed Helen, fa... | of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books fe... | annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects i... | He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, ... | is it a solid, well-established concern?" Leonard had no idea. He understood his own corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porp... | back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a comme... | Howards End |
"We brought the little fellows round," | Henry | on her hands and knees.<|quote|>"We brought the little fellows round,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred | impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees.<|quote|>"We brought the little fellows round,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. | of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees.<|quote|>"We brought th... | the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing jo... | being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you ... | clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that i... | no idea. He understood his own corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical... | He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, ... | Howards End |
said Mr. Wilcox. | No speaker | brought the little fellows round,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox.</|quote|>"I bred em myself." "Oh, | her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox.</|quote|>"I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and | moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round,"<|quote|>said Mr.... | which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU l... | their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And... | "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be givin... | corner of the machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped sufficiently... | do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it w... | Howards End |
"I bred em myself." | Evie | fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox.<|quote|>"I bred em myself."</|quote|>"Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come | knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox.<|quote|>"I bred em myself."</|quote|>"Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I | joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox.<|quote|>"I bred em... | the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and... | talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women wi... | t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away e... | machine, but nothing beyond it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped sufficiently, who held in ... | know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted... | Howards End |
"Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." | Helen | Wilcox. "I bred em myself."<|quote|>"Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies."</|quote|>"I ve got to be | little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself."<|quote|>"Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies."</|quote|>"I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. | "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself."<|quote|>"Oh, really! M... | not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door op... | but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held t... | should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He at... | it. He desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance, and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped sufficiently, who held in one hand a burning torch, an... | would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was ... | Howards End |
"I ve got to be going now," | Leonard | come and play with puppies."<|quote|>"I ve got to be going now,"</|quote|>said Leonard sourly. "But play | myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies."<|quote|>"I ve got to be going now,"</|quote|>said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." | and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies."<|quote|>"I ve got ... | pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" ente... | have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absur... | hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the... | and under these circumstances, another motion of the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped sufficiently, who held in one hand a burning torch, and pointed with the other to St. Paul s and Windsor Castle. ... | fatal. The Miss Schlegels did not mind being wrong. They were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, qui... | Howards End |
said Leonard sourly. | No speaker | got to be going now,"<|quote|>said Leonard sourly.</|quote|>"But play with puppies a | play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now,"<|quote|>said Leonard sourly.</|quote|>"But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, | by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now,"<|quote|>said Leonard sourly.</|quote|>... | away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dear... | elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would... | he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in e... | the head seemed safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped sufficiently, who held in one hand a burning torch, and pointed with the other to St. Paul s and Windsor Castle. A large sum of money was inscribed below, and you... | that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities... | Howards End |
"But play with puppies a little first." | Helen | going now," said Leonard sourly.<|quote|>"But play with puppies a little first."</|quote|>"This is Ahab, that s | "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly.<|quote|>"But play with puppies a little first."</|quote|>"This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was | puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly.<|quote|>"But play with puppies a ... | and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how... | here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the... | about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction,... | safest. To him, as to the British public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped sufficiently, who held in one hand a burning torch, and pointed with the other to St. Paul s and Windsor Castle. A large sum of money was inscribed below, and you drew your own c... | heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exac... | Howards End |
"This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," | Evie | with puppies a little first."<|quote|>"This is Ahab, that s Jezebel,"</|quote|>said Evie, who was one | said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first."<|quote|>"This is Ahab, that s Jezebel,"</|quote|>said Evie, who was one of those who name animals | too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first."<|quote|>"This is Ahab, that s Je... | could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Hel... | shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands,... | commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze... | public, the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped sufficiently, who held in one hand a burning torch, and pointed with the other to St. Paul s and Windsor Castle. A large sum of money was inscribed below, and you drew your own conclusions. This giant caused Leon... | minute slipped away, while the ladies, with imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might h... | Howards End |
said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. | No speaker | is Ahab, that s Jezebel,"<|quote|>said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history.</|quote|>"I ve got to be | puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel,"<|quote|>said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history.</|quote|>"I ve got to be going." Helen was too much | on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel,"<|quote|>said Evie, who was one of those who nam... | broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and ... | in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which... | him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarc... | of the advertisement--a giant, in the classical style, but draped sufficiently, who held in one hand a burning torch, and pointed with the other to St. Paul s and Windsor Castle. A large sum of money was inscribed below, and you drew your own conclusions. This giant caused Leonard to do arithmetic and write letters, to... | them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t underst... | Howards End |
"I ve got to be going." | Leonard | characters of Old Testament history.<|quote|>"I ve got to be going."</|quote|>Helen was too much occupied | animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history.<|quote|>"I ve got to be going."</|quote|>Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. | really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history.<|quote|>"I ve got to be going."</|quote|... | YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, com... | these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And... | that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, b... | and pointed with the other to St. Paul s and Windsor Castle. A large sum of money was inscribed below, and you drew your own conclusions. This giant caused Leonard to do arithmetic and write letters, to explain the regulations to new clients, and re-explain them to old ones. A giant was of an impulsive morality--one kn... | But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under th... | Howards End |
Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. | No speaker | ve got to be going."<|quote|>Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him.</|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you | of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going."<|quote|>Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him.</|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," | with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going."<|quote|>Helen was too much occupied with puppies... | door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve... | who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped aw... | would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" sti... | St. Paul s and Windsor Castle. A large sum of money was inscribed below, and you drew your own conclusions. This giant caused Leonard to do arithmetic and write letters, to explain the regulations to new clients, and re-explain them to old ones. A giant was of an impulsive morality--one knew that much. He would pay for... | was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear o... | Howards End |
"Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" | Margaret | with puppies to notice him.<|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!"</|quote|>"Come again," said Helen from | Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him.<|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!"</|quote|>"Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s | Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him.<|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be... | two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppi... | that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bea... | that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and... | money was inscribed below, and you drew your own conclusions. This giant caused Leonard to do arithmetic and write letters, to explain the regulations to new clients, and re-explain them to old ones. A giant was of an impulsive morality--one knew that much. He would pay for Mrs. Munt s hearthrug with ostentatious haste... | their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should s... | Howards End |
"Come again," | Helen | Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!"<|quote|>"Come again,"</|quote|>said Helen from the floor. | notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!"<|quote|>"Come again,"</|quote|>said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. | first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!"<|quote|>"Come again,"</|quote|>said ... | how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebe... | state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting ... | vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of ... | own conclusions. This giant caused Leonard to do arithmetic and write letters, to explain the regulations to new clients, and re-explain them to old ones. A giant was of an impulsive morality--one knew that much. He would pay for Mrs. Munt s hearthrug with ostentatious haste, a large claim he would repudiate quietly, a... | said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for... | Howards End |
said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: | No speaker | be really? Good-bye!" "Come again,"<|quote|>said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly:</|quote|>"No, I shan t; I | "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again,"<|quote|>said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly:</|quote|>"No, I shan t; I knew it would be a | is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again,"<|quote|>said Helen from the floor. T... | impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said... | exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names ... | in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One... | This giant caused Leonard to do arithmetic and write letters, to explain the regulations to new clients, and re-explain them to old ones. A giant was of an impulsive morality--one knew that much. He would pay for Mrs. Munt s hearthrug with ostentatious haste, a large claim he would repudiate quietly, and fight court by... | product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen." He was itching to talk about books and make the most of his romantic hour. Minute after minute slipped away, while the ladies, with imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. L... | Howards End |
"No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." | Leonard | of it? He said roundly:<|quote|>"No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure."</|quote|>Most people would have let | again? What was the good of it? He said roundly:<|quote|>"No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure."</|quote|>Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. | "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly:<|quote|>"No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure... | really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too mu... | money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened... | more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen." He was itching to talk about books and make the most of his romantic hou... | giant was of an impulsive morality--one knew that much. He would pay for Mrs. Munt s hearthrug with ostentatious haste, a large claim he would repudiate quietly, and fight court by court. But his true fighting weight, his antecedents, his amours with other members of the commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain... | this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a... | Howards End |
Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, | No speaker | it would be a failure."<|quote|>Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted,</|quote|>"I call that a very | I shan t; I knew it would be a failure."<|quote|>Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted,</|quote|>"I call that a very rude remark.... | with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure."<|quote|>Most people would have let him go. "A little mist... | to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. ... | the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two pr... | a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen." He was itching to talk about books and make the most of his romantic hour. Minute after minute slipped away, while the ladies, with imperfect sk... | pay for Mrs. Munt s hearthrug with ostentatious haste, a large claim he would repudiate quietly, and fight court by court. But his true fighting weight, his antecedents, his amours with other members of the commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as were the escapades of Zeus. While the god... | sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial traini... | Howards End |
"I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" | Helen | take the consequences. Helen retorted,<|quote|>"I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?"</|quote|>and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed | attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted,<|quote|>"I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?"</|quote|>and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You | it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted,<|quote|>"I call that a ... | of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it ... | when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "O... | books and make the most of his romantic hour. Minute after minute slipped away, while the ladies, with imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked ... | commercial Pantheon--all these were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as were the escapades of Zeus. While the gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in the days of their decadence that a strong light beats into heaven. "We were told the Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that... | for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schle... | Howards End |
and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. | No speaker | on me like that for?"<|quote|>and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row.</|quote|>"You ask me why I | do you want to turn on me like that for?"<|quote|>and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row.</|quote|>"You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What | have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?"<|quote|>and suddenly the dra... | notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing an... | preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But pla... | imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful ... | are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in the days of their decadence that a strong light beats into heaven. "We were told the Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had ... | heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exac... | Howards End |
"You ask me why I turn on you?" | Leonard | re-echoed to a vulgar row.<|quote|>"You ask me why I turn on you?"</|quote|>"Yes." "What do you want | for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row.<|quote|>"You ask me why I turn on you?"</|quote|>"Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" | knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row.<|quote|>"You ask... | Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never... | Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s ... | their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should s... | only in the days of their decadence that a strong light beats into heaven. "We were told the Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You ca... | minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next Jun... | Howards End |
"Yes." | Helen | why I turn on you?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"What do you want to | vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"What do you want to have me here for?" "To | played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"What do you want to hav... | Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, an... | on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animal... | made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly h... | a strong light beats into heaven. "We were told the Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s ... | yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen." He was it... | Howards End |
"What do you want to have me here for?" | Leonard | I turn on you?" "Yes."<|quote|>"What do you want to have me here for?"</|quote|>"To help you, you silly | row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes."<|quote|>"What do you want to have me here for?"</|quote|>"To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don | with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes."<|quote|>"What do you want to have me here for?"<... | Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and the... | her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals a... | vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have y... | strong light beats into heaven. "We were told the Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s qu... | about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalo... | Howards End |
"To help you, you silly boy!" | Helen | to have me here for?"<|quote|>"To help you, you silly boy!"</|quote|>cried Helen. "And don t | "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?"<|quote|>"To help you, you silly boy!"</|quote|>cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want | take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?"<|quote|>"To help you, you silly boy!"</|quote|>cried Helen. "And ... | What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I... | round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament... | minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next Jun... | Porphyrion s no go," blurted Helen. "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a l... | Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, re... | Howards End |
cried Helen. | No speaker | help you, you silly boy!"<|quote|>cried Helen.</|quote|>"And don t shout." "I | have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!"<|quote|>cried Helen.</|quote|>"And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. | call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!"<|quote|>cried Helen.</|quote|>"And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage... | He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude re... | em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going."... | by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory,... | "We wanted to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a little. In his circle to be wrong was... | opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got ... | Howards End |
"And don t shout." | Helen | you silly boy!" cried Helen.<|quote|>"And don t shout."</|quote|>"I don t want your | here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen.<|quote|>"And don t shout."</|quote|>"I don t want your patronage. I don t want | a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen.<|quote|>"And don t shout."</|quote|>"I don t want your patronage. I don t ... | roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. Wh... | "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was t... | but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held t... | to tell you; that s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a little. In his circle to be wrong was fatal. The... | more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen." He was itching to talk about books and make the most of his romantic hou... | Howards End |
"I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" | Leonard | Helen. "And don t shout."<|quote|>"I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?"</|quote|>He turned to Mr. Wilcox. | you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout."<|quote|>"I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?"</|quote|>He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this | What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout."<|quote|>"I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite ha... | t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to tur... | come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with p... | take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. Women, however tactful elsewhere, are heavy-handed here. They cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence abo... | s why we wrote." "A friend of ours did think that it is insufficiently reinsured," said Margaret. Now Leonard had his clue. He must praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a little. In his circle to be wrong was fatal. The Miss Schlegels di... | away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dear... | Howards End |
He turned to Mr. Wilcox. | No speaker | want to unsettle me for?"<|quote|>He turned to Mr. Wilcox.</|quote|>"I put it to this | quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?"<|quote|>He turned to Mr. Wilcox.</|quote|>"I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, | I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?"<|quote|>He turned to Mr. Wilcox.</|quote|>"I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir... | the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want... | Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard... | incomes and our prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact ... | praise the Porphyrion. "You can tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a little. In his circle to be wrong was fatal. The Miss Schlegels did not mind being wrong. They were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to s... | joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself.... | Howards End |
"I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" | Leonard | He turned to Mr. Wilcox.<|quote|>"I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?"</|quote|>Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret | want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox.<|quote|>"I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?"</|quote|>Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous | "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox.<|quote|>"I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?"... | with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help... | Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should h... | a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he... | tell your friend," he said, "that he s quite wrong." "Oh, good!" The young man coloured a little. In his circle to be wrong was fatal. The Miss Schlegels did not mind being wrong. They were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to spea... | product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen." He was itching to talk about books and make the most of his romantic hour. Minute after minute slipped away, while the ladies, with imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. L... | Howards End |
Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. | No speaker | to have my brain picked?"<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command.</|quote|>"Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? | ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?"<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command.</|quote|>"Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any | "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?"<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so w... | a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I ... | history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failur... | And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise?... | little. In his circle to be wrong was fatal. The Miss Schlegels did not mind being wrong. They were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is ri... | on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animal... | Howards End |
"Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" | Henry | he could so well command.<|quote|>"Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?"</|quote|>But Margaret ignored him. "I | air of humorous strength that he could so well command.<|quote|>"Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?"</|quote|>But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading | was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command.<|quote|>"Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or sh... | the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. ... | "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class-... | that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bea... | They were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed. To them nothing was fatal but evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was ... | a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen fr... | Howards End |
But Margaret ignored him. | No speaker | use, or shall we go?"<|quote|>But Margaret ignored him.</|quote|>"I m connected with a | Can we be of any use, or shall we go?"<|quote|>But Margaret ignored him.</|quote|>"I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I | Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?"<|quote|>But Margaret ignored him.</|quote|>"I m connected with a lea... | "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" ... | Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, an... | island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. Ther... | evil. "Wrong, so to speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare sa... | hour. Minute after minute slipped away, while the ladies, with imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take th... | Howards End |
"I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" | Leonard | go?" But Margaret ignored him.<|quote|>"I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies"</|quote|>(he drawled the word). "I | any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him.<|quote|>"I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies"</|quote|>(he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to | to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him.<|quote|>"I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir... | want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to... | arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the... | stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of pie... | speak," he added. "How so to speak ?" "I mean I wouldn t say he s right altogether." But this was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are s... | knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less ... | Howards End |
(he drawled the word). | No speaker | be an invitation from these--ladies"<|quote|>(he drawled the word).</|quote|>"I come, and it s | receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies"<|quote|>(he drawled the word).</|quote|>"I come, and it s to have my brain picked. | the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies"<|quote|>(he drawled the word).</|quote|>"I co... | t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Mi... | knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on ... | justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Mi... | was a blunder. "Then he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh... | while the ladies, with imperfect skill, discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend. Leonard grew annoyed--perhaps rightly. He made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others, but they did not take the hint. Men might have shown more tact. ... | Howards End |
"I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" | Leonard | these--ladies" (he drawled the word).<|quote|>"I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?"</|quote|>"Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, | to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word).<|quote|>"I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?"</|quote|>"Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, | strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word).<|quote|>"I come, and it s to have my brain... | I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be ... | a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?... | otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, pre... | he is right partly," said the elder woman, quick as lightning. Leonard replied that every one was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is... | be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would ... | Howards End |
"Highly unfair," | Henry | ask you, is it fair?"<|quote|>"Highly unfair,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a | have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?"<|quote|>"Highly unfair,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew | any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?"<|quote|>"Highly unfair,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a g... | me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected w... | class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" ... | could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Hel... | was right partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear o... | dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ah... | Howards End |
said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. | No speaker | is it fair?" "Highly unfair,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous.</|quote|>"There, you hear that? Most | brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous.</|quote|>"There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! | or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who... | He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a lea... | the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want... | it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling... | partly, if it came to that. "Mr. Bast, I don t understand business, and I dare say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it,"... | and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppie... | Howards End |
"There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" | Leonard | her father was becoming dangerous.<|quote|>"There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with"</|quote|>"--pointing at Margaret--" "you can | from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous.<|quote|>"There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with"</|quote|>"--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice | sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous.<|quote|>"There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentle... | I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation fr... | consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t wan... | of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bre... | say my questions are stupid, but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leon... | little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from... | Howards End |
"--pointing at Margaret--" | No speaker | says. There! Not content with"<|quote|>"--pointing at Margaret--"</|quote|>"you can t deny it." | that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with"<|quote|>"--pointing at Margaret--"</|quote|>"you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was | drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with"<|quote|>"--pointing at Margaret--"</|quote|>... | air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have ... | want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you wan... | door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve... | concern right or wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothi... | do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do... | Howards End |
"you can t deny it." | Leonard | content with" "--pointing at Margaret--"<|quote|>"you can t deny it."</|quote|>His voice rose; he was | the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--"<|quote|>"you can t deny it."</|quote|>His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of | "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--"<|quote|>"you can t deny it."</|quote... | strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked.... | on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle... | "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going ... | wrong ?" Leonard sat back with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thin... | "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played wit... | Howards End |
His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. | No speaker | "you can t deny it."<|quote|>His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky.</|quote|>"But as soon as I | content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it."<|quote|>His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky.</|quote|>"But as soon as I m useful it s a | to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it."<|quote|>His voice rose; he was fa... | well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "... | and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to... | preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But pla... | with a sigh. "Our friend, who is also a business man, was so positive. He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial... | Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would b... | Howards End |
"But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" | Leonard | of a scene with Jacky.<|quote|>"But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--"</|quote|>"You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter | was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky.<|quote|>"But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--"</|quote|>"You," said Margaret... | Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky.<|quote|>"But as soon as I m useful... | shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that ... | turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my b... | screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one ... | He said before Christmas--" "And advised you to clear out of it," concluded Helen. "But I don t see why he should know better than you do." Leonard rubbed his hands. He was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all. But a commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, ... | island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. Ther... | Howards End |
"You," | Margaret | wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--"<|quote|>"You,"</|quote|>said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from | m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--"<|quote|>"You,"</|quote|>said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. | scene with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--"<|quote|>"You,"</|quote|>said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Ev... | "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. "But as soon... | me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected w... | "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. The... | commercial training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze... | and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And do... | Howards End |
said Margaret--" | No speaker | any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You,"<|quote|>said Margaret--"</|quote|>"you--you--" Laughter from Evie as | law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You,"<|quote|>said Margaret--"</|quote|>"you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are | with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You,"<|quote|>said Margaret--"</|quote|>"you--you--" Laughter from Evie as ... | unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. "But as soon as I m ... | for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with... | is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leon... | training was too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four si... | precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two pranci... | Howards End |
"you--you--" | Margaret | but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--"<|quote|>"you--you--"</|quote|>Laughter from Evie as at | don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--"<|quote|>"you--you--"</|quote|>Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the | "But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--"<|quote|>"you--you--"</|quote|>Laughter from Evie as at a reparte... | Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a ... | turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leadin... | that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gor... | too strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. A... | with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to noti... | Howards End |
Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. | No speaker | I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--"<|quote|>Laughter from Evie as at a repartee.</|quote|>"You are the man who | t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--"<|quote|>Laughter from Evie as at a repartee.</|quote|>"You are the man who tried to walk by the | as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--"<|quote|>Laughter from Evie as at a repartee.</|quote|>"Y... | Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a very... | to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insur... | s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge ar... | strong for him. Nor could he say it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And y... | two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppi... | Howards End |
"You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." | Margaret | Evie as at a repartee.<|quote|>"You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star."</|quote|>More laughter. "You saw the | said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee.<|quote|>"You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star."</|quote|>More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to | s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee.<|quote|>"You are the man who tried to walk b... | knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him... | this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive... | of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What... | it was a bad thing, for this would be giving it away; nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished betw... | and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh,... | Howards End |
More laughter. | No speaker | walk by the Pole Star."<|quote|>More laughter.</|quote|>"You saw the sunrise." Laughter. | the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star."<|quote|>More laughter.</|quote|>"You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away | Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star."<|quote|>More laughter.</|quote|>"You saw the sunrise." Lau... | unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole,... | picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (... | Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would b... | nor yet that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more l... | and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the l... | Howards End |
"You saw the sunrise." | Margaret | the Pole Star." More laughter.<|quote|>"You saw the sunrise."</|quote|>Laughter. "You tried to get | who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter.<|quote|>"You saw the sunrise."</|quote|>Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that | brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter.<|quote|>"You saw the sunrise."</|quote|>Laughter. "Y... | gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet... | Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled th... | "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most ... | that it was good, for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, b... | happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Ma... | Howards End |
Laughter. | No speaker | laughter. "You saw the sunrise."<|quote|>Laughter.</|quote|>"You tried to get away | by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise."<|quote|>Laughter.</|quote|>"You tried to get away from the fogs that are | take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise."<|quote|>Laughter.</|quote|>"You tried to get away ... | content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I... | with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s... | be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would ... | for this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schle... | is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leon... | Howards End |
"You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." | Margaret | "You saw the sunrise." Laughter.<|quote|>"You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home."</|quote|>"I fail to see the | the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter.<|quote|>"You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home."</|quote|>"I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with | me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter.<|quote|>"You tried to get away from the fogs ... | with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t w... | the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to h... | going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would hav... | this would be giving it away equally. He attempted to suggest that it was something between the two, with vast possibilities in either direction, but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels... | sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-by... | Howards End |
"I fail to see the connection," | Leonard | looking for a real home."<|quote|>"I fail to see the connection,"</|quote|>said Leonard, hot with stupid | to the truth. You were looking for a real home."<|quote|>"I fail to see the connection,"</|quote|>said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There | as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home."<|quote|>"I fail to see the connection,"</|quote|>said Leonard... | I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to ... | Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was bec... | Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and the... | under the gaze of four sincere eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, ... | that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask yo... | Howards End |
said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. | No speaker | fail to see the connection,"<|quote|>said Leonard, hot with stupid anger.</|quote|>"So do I." There was | for a real home." "I fail to see the connection,"<|quote|>said Leonard, hot with stupid anger.</|quote|>"So do I." There was a pause. "You were that | the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection,"<|quote|>said Leonard, hot with stupid anger.</|quote|>"S... | very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole S... | with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear tha... | he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Hel... | eyes. And yet he scarcely distinguished between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen."... | woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and the... | Howards End |
"So do I." | Margaret | Leonard, hot with stupid anger.<|quote|>"So do I."</|quote|>There was a pause. "You | to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger.<|quote|>"So do I."</|quote|>There was a pause. "You were that last Sunday--you are | by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger.<|quote|>"So do I."</|quote|>There was a pause... | for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the s... | I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. The... | good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a ... | between the two sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen." He was itching to talk about books and ... | play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come aga... | Howards End |
There was a pause. | No speaker | stupid anger. "So do I."<|quote|>There was a pause.</|quote|>"You were that last Sunday--you | connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I."<|quote|>There was a pause.</|quote|>"You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast! | Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I."<|quote|>There was a pause.</|quote|>"You were ... | him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You ... | I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content... | He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude re... | sisters. One was more beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen." He was itching to talk about books and make the most of... | Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to ... | Howards End |
"You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast! I and my sister have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of yo... | Margaret | I." There was a pause.<|quote|>"You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast! I and my sister have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and oth... | with stupid anger. "So do I." There was a pause.<|quote|>"You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast! I and my sister have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection b... | saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There was a pause.<|quote|>"You were that last Sunday--you are this to-da... | Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from... | an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--poi... | I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want... | beautiful and more lively, but "the Miss Schlegels" still remained a composite Indian god, whose waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind. "One can but see," he remarked, adding, "as Ibsen says, things happen." He was itching to talk about books and make the most of his romantic hour. Mi... | another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn o... | Howards End |
"Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," | Leonard | thought you one of these."<|quote|>"Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding,"</|quote|>mumbled Leonard, "all I can | place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these."<|quote|>"Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding,"</|quote|>mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But | have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one o... | us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought-... | from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot w... | Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insuranc... | prospects in a veil. "How much exactly have you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp ... | you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schl... | Howards End |
mumbled Leonard, | No speaker | there s been any misunderstanding,"<|quote|>mumbled Leonard,</|quote|>"all I can do is | of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding,"<|quote|>mumbled Leonard,</|quote|>"all I can do is to go. But I beg | we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misu... | of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle again... | the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There wa... | I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to ... | you, and how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not mo... | to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the good of it? He said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people wou... | Howards End |
"all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" | Leonard | been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard,<|quote|>"all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--"</|quote|>He paused. Ahab and Jezebel | "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard,<|quote|>"all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--"</|quote|>He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and | t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mum... | bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily gr... | who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There was a paus... | you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an ... | how much do you expect to have next June?" And these were women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How ... | take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I ... | Howards End |
He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. | No speaker | But I beg to state--"<|quote|>He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous.</|quote|>"You were picking my brain | can do is to go. But I beg to state--"<|quote|>He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous.</|quote|>"You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove | against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--"<|quote|>He ... | Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against susp... | the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There was a pause. "You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast!... | to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I co... | women with a theory, who held that reticence about money matters is absurd, and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precio... | "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" ... | Howards End |
"You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" | Leonard | and made him look ridiculous.<|quote|>"You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--"</|quote|>He blew his nose and | Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous.<|quote|>"You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--"</|quote|>He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help | known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous.<|quote|>"You were picking my brain fo... | sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by re... | us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There was a pause. "You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast! I and my sister have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed ... | "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair,... | that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bea... | I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and... | Howards End |
He blew his nose and left them. | No speaker | official information--I can prove it--I--"<|quote|>He blew his nose and left them.</|quote|>"Can I help you now?" | were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--"<|quote|>He blew his nose and left them.</|quote|>"Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to | one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--"<|quote|>He blew his nose and left them.... | daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we... | looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There was a pause. "You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast! I and my sister have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity... | or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew th... | size of the golden island upon which he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of boo... | said roundly: "No, I shan t; I knew it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remar... | Howards End |
"Can I help you now?" | Henry | his nose and left them.<|quote|>"Can I help you now?"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, turning to | can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them.<|quote|>"Can I help you now?"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one | s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them.<|quote|>"Can I help you now?"</|quote|>said... | mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if... | to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There was a pause. "You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast! I and my sister have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we h... | him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. ... | he stands, the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of ... | I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation fr... | Howards End |
said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. | No speaker | "Can I help you now?"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret.</|quote|>"May I have one quiet | his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret.</|quote|>"May I have one quiet word with him in the | Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret.</|quote|>"May... | thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunde... | Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There was a pause. "You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast! I and my sister have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connect... | a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Mo... | of warp over which he throws the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret sa... | a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your tea. I ... | Howards End |
"May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" | Henry | Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret.<|quote|>"May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?"</|quote|>"Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to | I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret.<|quote|>"May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?"</|quote|>"Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen | to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret.<|quote|>"May I have one quiet word with him in ... | against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I ... | do I." There was a pause. "You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast! I and my sister have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other da... | receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There... | the woof that is not money. How can we do justice to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and... | it would be a failure." Most people would have let him go. "A little mistake. We tried knowing another class--impossible." But the Schlegels had never played with life. They had attempted friendship, and they would take the consequences. Helen retorted, "I call that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me li... | Howards End |
"Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." | Margaret | with him in the hall?"<|quote|>"Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand."</|quote|>Helen hesitated. "But really--" said | I have one quiet word with him in the hall?"<|quote|>"Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand."</|quote|>Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" | Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?"<|quote|>"Helen, go after him--do anything--any... | suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and ... | are this to-day. Mr. Bast! I and my sister have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise... | drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny i... | to the pattern otherwise? And the precious minutes slipped away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilco... | to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I co... | Howards End |
Helen hesitated. | No speaker | anything--anything--to make the noodle understand."<|quote|>Helen hesitated.</|quote|>"But really--" said their visitor. | hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand."<|quote|>Helen hesitated.</|quote|>"But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once | ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand."<|quote|>Helen h... | have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for o... | have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into ou... | have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into ... | away, and Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dear... | him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You ... | Howards End |
"But really--" | Henry | the noodle understand." Helen hesitated.<|quote|>"But really--"</|quote|>said their visitor. "Ought she | go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated.<|quote|>"But really--"</|quote|>said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. | were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated.<|quote|>"But re... | by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official inf... | you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily live... | brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhyt... | Jacky and squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evi... | invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointi... | Howards End |
said their visitor. | No speaker | understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--"<|quote|>said their visitor.</|quote|>"Ought she to?" At once | him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--"<|quote|>said their visitor.</|quote|>"Ought she to?" At once she went. He resumed. "I | my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--"<|quote|>said ... | some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can... | We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They ha... | I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene ... | squalor came nearer. At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too... | Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with s... | Howards End |
"Ought she to?" | Henry | "But really--" said their visitor.<|quote|>"Ought she to?"</|quote|>At once she went. He | the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor.<|quote|>"Ought she to?"</|quote|>At once she went. He resumed. "I would have chimed | official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor.<|quote... | place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew h... | help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never ente... | is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky.... | At last he could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" s... | for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There was a pause. "You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast! I and my sister have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which ... | Howards End |
At once she went. He resumed. | No speaker | their visitor. "Ought she to?"<|quote|>At once she went. He resumed.</|quote|>"I would have chimed in, | Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?"<|quote|>At once she went. He resumed.</|quote|>"I would have chimed in, but I felt that you | prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?"<|quote|>At once sh... | thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left t... | also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine... | "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. "But as soon... | could bear it no longer, and broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Hel... | law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and hou... | Howards End |
"I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." | Henry | once she went. He resumed.<|quote|>"I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him."</|quote|>"Oh yes," said Margaret distract... | visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. He resumed.<|quote|>"I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him."</|quote|>"Oh ... | and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. He resumed.<|quote|>"I would hav... | course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said... | We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Hav... | a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says. There! Not content with" "--pointing at Margaret--" "you can t deny it." His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing... | broke in, reciting the names of books feverishly. There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle" and then the door opened, and "Mr. Wilcox, Miss Wilcox" entered, preceded by two prancing puppies. "Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and ... | well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "... | Howards End |
"Oh yes," | Margaret | who could have managed him."<|quote|>"Oh yes,"</|quote|>said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him | there are very few women who could have managed him."<|quote|>"Oh yes,"</|quote|>said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him over with those long sentences | to?" At once she went. He resumed. "I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him."<|quote|>"Oh yes,"</|quote|>said Margaret ... | can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she we... | enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved pl... | a scene with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repa... | how too impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebe... | "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "Ther... | Howards End |
said Margaret distractedly. | No speaker | have managed him." "Oh yes,"<|quote|>said Margaret distractedly.</|quote|>"Bowling him over with those | very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes,"<|quote|>said Margaret distractedly.</|quote|>"Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched | once she went. He resumed. "I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes,"<|quote|>said Margaret distractedly.</|q... | it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. He res... | our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree... | with Jacky. "But as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "Y... | impossibly sweet!" screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said... | Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was bec... | Howards End |
"Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me," | Evie | "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly.<|quote|>"Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me,"</|quote|>cried Evie. "Yes, indeed," chuckled | who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly.<|quote|>"Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me,"</|quote|>cried Evie. "Yes, indeed," chuckled her father; "all that part | He resumed. "I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly.<|quote|>"Bowling him over ... | his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. He resumed. "I would ha... | They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you ... | as soon as I m useful it s a very different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man wh... | Helen, falling on her hands and knees. "We brought the little fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those ... | sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew that her father was becoming dangerous. "There, you hear that? Most unfair, the gentleman says... | Howards End |
cried Evie. | No speaker | sentences was what fetched me,"<|quote|>cried Evie.</|quote|>"Yes, indeed," chuckled her father; | him over with those long sentences was what fetched me,"<|quote|>cried Evie.</|quote|>"Yes, indeed," chuckled her father; "all that part about mechanical | you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me,"<|quote|>cried... | Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. He resumed. "I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him ... | t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mum... | thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laug... | fellows round," said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old T... | different thing. Oh yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star."... | Howards End |
"Yes, indeed," | Henry | what fetched me," cried Evie.<|quote|>"Yes, indeed,"</|quote|>chuckled her father; "all that | with those long sentences was what fetched me," cried Evie.<|quote|>"Yes, indeed,"</|quote|>chuckled her father; "all that part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, | polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me," cried Evie.<|quote|>"Ye... | turning to Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. He resumed. "I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for your... | all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled ... | yes, send for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You... | said Mr. Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history... | More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There was a pause. "You were that last Sunday--you ar... | Howards End |
chuckled her father; | No speaker | me," cried Evie. "Yes, indeed,"<|quote|>chuckled her father;</|quote|>"all that part about mechanical | long sentences was what fetched me," cried Evie. "Yes, indeed,"<|quote|>chuckled her father;</|quote|>"all that part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!" "I m | off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me," cried Evie. "Yes, indeed,"<|quote|... | Margaret. "May I have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. He resumed. "I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I d... | struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard... | for him. Cross-question him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the s... | Wilcox. "I bred em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve g... | to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from... | Howards End |
"all that part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!" | Henry | "Yes, indeed," chuckled her father;<|quote|>"all that part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!"</|quote|>"I m very sorry," said | what fetched me," cried Evie. "Yes, indeed," chuckled her father;<|quote|>"all that part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!"</|quote|>"I m very sorry," said Margaret, collecting herself. "He s | didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me," cried Evie. "Yes, indeed," chuckled her father;<|quote|>... | have one quiet word with him in the hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. He resumed. "I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. ... | s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to ... | him. Pick his brains. Oh yes. Now, take me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You ... | em myself." "Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going."... | they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--som... | Howards End |
"I m very sorry," | Margaret | about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!"<|quote|>"I m very sorry,"</|quote|>said Margaret, collecting herself. "He | her father; "all that part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!"<|quote|>"I m very sorry,"</|quote|>said Margaret, collecting herself. "He s a nice creature really. | splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me," cried Evie. "Yes, indeed," chuckled her father; "all that part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!"<|quote|>"I m ... | hall?" "Helen, go after him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. He resumed. "I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--ab... | against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his bo... | me on the whole, I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are... | play with puppies." "I ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to... | here out of charity--which bores us--but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to strug... | Howards End |
said Margaret, collecting herself. | No speaker | fine!" "I m very sorry,"<|quote|>said Margaret, collecting herself.</|quote|>"He s a nice creature | part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!" "I m very sorry,"<|quote|>said Margaret, collecting herself.</|quote|>"He s a nice creature really. I cannot think what | my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me," cried Evie. "Yes, indeed," chuckled her father; "all that part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!" "I m very sorry,"<|quote|>said Marga... | him--do anything--anything--to make the noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. He resumed. "I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You c... | by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculo... | I m a quiet fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all-... | ve got to be going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilco... | or shall we go?" But Margaret ignored him. "I m connected with a leading insurance company, sir. I receive what I take to be an invitation from these--ladies" (he drawled the word). "I come, and it s to have my brain picked. I ask you, is it fair?" "Highly unfair," said Mr. Wilcox, drawing a gasp from Evie, who knew th... | Howards End |
"He s a nice creature really. I cannot think what set him off. It has been most unpleasant for you." | Margaret | sorry," said Margaret, collecting herself.<|quote|>"He s a nice creature really. I cannot think what set him off. It has been most unpleasant for you."</|quote|>"Oh, I didn t mind." | --oh, fine!" "I m very sorry," said Margaret, collecting herself.<|quote|>"He s a nice creature really. I cannot think what set him off. It has been most unpleasant for you."</|quote|>"Oh, I didn t mind." Then he changed his mood. | but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me," cried Evie. "Yes, indeed," chuckled her father; "all that part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!" "I m very sorry," said Margaret, collecting herself.... | noodle understand." Helen hesitated. "But really--" said their visitor. "Ought she to?" At once she went. He resumed. "I would have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are ve... | others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my br... | fellow: I m law-abiding, I don t wish any unpleasantness; but I--I--" "You," said Margaret--" "you--you--" Laughter from Evie as at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past b... | going now," said Leonard sourly. "But play with puppies a little first." "This is Ahab, that s Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Mu... | happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?" He turned to Mr. Wilcox. "I put it to this gentleman. I ask you, sir, am I to have my brain picked?" Mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so well command. "Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Can we be of any use, or shall we go?" But Ma... | Howards End |
"Oh, I didn t mind." | Henry | been most unpleasant for you."<|quote|>"Oh, I didn t mind."</|quote|>Then he changed his mood. | set him off. It has been most unpleasant for you."<|quote|>"Oh, I didn t mind."</|quote|>Then he changed his mood. He asked if he might | those long sentences was what fetched me," cried Evie. "Yes, indeed," chuckled her father; "all that part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!" "I m very sorry," said Margaret, collecting herself. "He s a nice creature really. I cannot think what set him off. It has been most unpleasant for you."<|quote|>"Oh, I di... | have chimed in, but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him over with those long sentences was... | there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox... | at a repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid an... | who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come... | against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these." "Of course, if there s been any misunderstanding," mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to s... | Howards End |
Then he changed his mood. He asked if he might speak as an old friend, and, permission given, said: | No speaker | "Oh, I didn t mind."<|quote|>Then he changed his mood. He asked if he might speak as an old friend, and, permission given, said:</|quote|>"Oughtn t you really to | been most unpleasant for you." "Oh, I didn t mind."<|quote|>Then he changed his mood. He asked if he might speak as an old friend, and, permission given, said:</|quote|>"Oughtn t you really to be more careful?" Margaret laughed, | fetched me," cried Evie. "Yes, indeed," chuckled her father; "all that part about mechanical cheerfulness --oh, fine!" "I m very sorry," said Margaret, collecting herself. "He s a nice creature really. I cannot think what set him off. It has been most unpleasant for you." "Oh, I didn t mind."<|quote|>Then he changed hi... | felt that you could polish him off for yourselves--I didn t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me," cri... | mumbled Leonard, "all I can do is to go. But I beg to state--" He paused. Ahab and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous. "You were picking my brain for official information--I can prove it--I--" He blew his nose and left them. "Can I help you now?" said Mr. Wilcox, turning to Margaret. "May I have o... | the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There wa... | who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history. "I ve got to be going." Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him. "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba--Must you be really? Good-bye!" "Come again," said Helen from the floor. Then Leonard s gorge arose. Why should he come again? What was the ... | to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. "So do I." There was a pause. "You were that last Sunday--you are this to-day. Mr. Bast! I and my sister have talked you over. We wanted to help you; we also supposed you might help us. We did not have you here out of charity--which bores us--but because we h... | Howards End |
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