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"Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" | Margaret | has all gone to Oniton."<|quote|>"Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?"</|quote|>"Thirty by fifteen. No, wait | End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton."<|quote|>"Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?"</|quote|>"Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a | on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton."<|quote... | Such a room admitted loot. "Now the entrance-hall." The entrance-hall was paved. "Here we fellows smoke." We fellows smoked in chairs of maroon leather. It was as if a motor-car had spawned. "Oh, jolly!" said Margaret, sinking into one of them. "You do like it?" he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely... | After so much self-colour and self-denial, Margaret viewed with relief the sumptuous dado, the frieze, the gilded wall-paper, amid whose foliage parrots sang. It would never do with her own furniture, but those heavy chairs, that immense sideboard loaded with presentation plate, stood up against its pressure like men. ... | died unfinished. Margaret s head turned very stupid, and the inside of it seemed to revolve like the beacon in a lighthouse. He did not kiss her, for the hour was half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exis... | Mr. Wilcox, I assure you." "You are not as unpractical as you pretend. I shall never believe it." Margaret laughed. But she was--quite as unpractical. She could not concentrate on details. Parliament, the Thames, the irresponsive chauffeur, would flash into the field of house-hunting, and all demand some comment or res... | exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good judge of character for business purposes, he seemed this afternoon to enlarge his field, and to note qu... | Howards End |
"Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." | Henry | How big is this smoking-room?"<|quote|>"Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half."</|quote|>"Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren | the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?"<|quote|>"Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half."</|quote|>"Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at | not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton." "Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-roo... | smoke." We fellows smoked in chairs of maroon leather. It was as if a motor-car had spawned. "Oh, jolly!" said Margaret, sinking into one of them. "You do like it?" he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "... | the gilded wall-paper, amid whose foliage parrots sang. It would never do with her own furniture, but those heavy chairs, that immense sideboard loaded with presentation plate, stood up against its pressure like men. The room suggested men, and Margaret, keen to derive the modern capitalist from the warriors and hunter... | revolve like the beacon in a lighthouse. He did not kiss her, for the hour was half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn ro... | never believe it." Margaret laughed. But she was--quite as unpractical. She could not concentrate on details. Parliament, the Thames, the irresponsive chauffeur, would flash into the field of house-hunting, and all demand some comment or response. It is impossible to see modern life steadily and see it whole, and she h... | the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a ... | Howards End |
"Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" | Margaret | minute. Fifteen and a half."<|quote|>"Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?"</|quote|>They proceeded to the drawing-room. | by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half."<|quote|>"Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?"</|quote|>They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It | Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton." "Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half."<|quote|>"Ah,... | as if a motor-car had spawned. "Oh, jolly!" said Margaret, sinking into one of them. "You do like it?" he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall... | do with her own furniture, but those heavy chairs, that immense sideboard loaded with presentation plate, stood up against its pressure like men. The room suggested men, and Margaret, keen to derive the modern capitalist from the warriors and hunters of the past, saw it as an ancient guest-hall, where the lord sat at m... | her, for the hour was half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was mor... | could not concentrate on details. Parliament, the Thames, the irresponsive chauffeur, would flash into the field of house-hunting, and all demand some comment or response. It is impossible to see modern life steadily and see it whole, and she had chosen to see it whole. Mr. Wilcox saw steadily. He never bothered over t... | it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good judge of character for business purposes, he seemed this afternoon to enlarge his field, and to note qualities outside neatness, obedience, and decision. "I want to go over the whole house," she announced when they arrived. "As soon as I get back to Swanage, which will ... | Howards End |
They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Ma... | No speaker | approach the subject of houses?"<|quote|>They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End loo... | with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?"<|quote|>They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s dr... | to Oniton." "Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?"<|quote|>They proceeded to t... | his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton... | men. The room suggested men, and Margaret, keen to derive the modern capitalist from the warriors and hunters of the past, saw it as an ancient guest-hall, where the lord sat at meat among his thanes. Even the Bible--the Dutch Bible that Charles had brought back from the Boer War--fell into position. Such a room admitt... | so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good judge of character for business purposes, he seemed ... | comment or response. It is impossible to see modern life steadily and see it whole, and she had chosen to see it whole. Mr. Wilcox saw steadily. He never bothered over the mysterious or the private. The Thames might run inland from the sea, the chauffeur might conceal all passion and philosophy beneath his unhealthy sk... | Chelsea would have moaned aloud. Mr. Wilcox had eschewed those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrain, and achieve beauty by sacrificing comfort and pluck. After so much self-colour and self-denial, Margaret viewed with relief the sumptuous dado, the frieze, the gilded wall-paper, amid whose foliage par... | Howards End |
"Miss Schlegel" | Henry | world s great love scenes.<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel"</|quote|>"--his voice was firm--" "I | not to rank among the world s great love scenes.<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel"</|quote|>"--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on | Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes.<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel"</|quote|>"--his voice was firm--... | which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at... | of them. "You do like it?" he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The H... | will be to-morrow afternoon, I ll talk it over once more with Helen and Tibby, and wire you yes or no." "Right. The dining-room." And they began their survey. The dining-room was big, but over-furnished. Chelsea would have moaned aloud. Mr. Wilcox had eschewed those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrai... | that she supposed herself to have already lost--not youth s creative power, but its self-confidence and optimism. He was so sure that it was a very pleasant world. His complexion was robust, his hair had receded but not thinned, the thick moustache and the eyes that Helen had compared to brandy-balls had an agreeable m... | the inside of it seemed to revolve like the beacon in a lighthouse. He did not kiss her, for the hour was half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did no... | Howards End |
"--his voice was firm--" | No speaker | great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel"<|quote|>"--his voice was firm--"</|quote|>"I have had you up | rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel"<|quote|>"--his voice was firm--"</|quote|>"I have had you up on false pretences. I want | looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel"<|quote|>"--his voice was firm--"</|quote|>"I have ha... | middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards ... | "You do like it?" he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards En... | to-morrow afternoon, I ll talk it over once more with Helen and Tibby, and wire you yes or no." "Right. The dining-room." And they began their survey. The dining-room was big, but over-furnished. Chelsea would have moaned aloud. Mr. Wilcox had eschewed those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrain, and a... | supposed herself to have already lost--not youth s creative power, but its self-confidence and optimism. He was so sure that it was a very pleasant world. His complexion was robust, his hair had receded but not thinned, the thick moustache and the eyes that Helen had compared to brandy-balls had an agreeable menace in ... | turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good judge of character for business purposes, he seemed this afternoon to enlarge his field, and to note qualities outside neatness, obedience, and decision. "I want to go over the whole h... | Howards End |
"I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." | Henry | Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--"<|quote|>"I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house."</|quote|>Margaret almost answered: "I know--" | s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--"<|quote|>"I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house."</|quote|>Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to | this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--"<|quote|>"I have had you up on false pretences. I... | subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as thi... | he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has al... | talk it over once more with Helen and Tibby, and wire you yes or no." "Right. The dining-room." And they began their survey. The dining-room was big, but over-furnished. Chelsea would have moaned aloud. Mr. Wilcox had eschewed those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrain, and achieve beauty by sacrifici... | already lost--not youth s creative power, but its self-confidence and optimism. He was so sure that it was a very pleasant world. His complexion was robust, his hair had receded but not thinned, the thick moustache and the eyes that Helen had compared to brandy-balls had an agreeable menace in them, whether they were t... | she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good judge of character for business purposes, he seemed this afternoon to enlarge his field, and to note qualities outside neatness, ... | Howards End |
Margaret almost answered: "I know--" | No speaker | serious matter than a house."<|quote|>Margaret almost answered: "I know--"</|quote|>"Could you be induced to | speak about a much more serious matter than a house."<|quote|>Margaret almost answered: "I know--"</|quote|>"Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, | been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house."<|quote|>Margaret almost answered: "I know--"</|quote|>... | ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that sh... | making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton." "Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" ... | their survey. The dining-room was big, but over-furnished. Chelsea would have moaned aloud. Mr. Wilcox had eschewed those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrain, and achieve beauty by sacrificing comfort and pluck. After so much self-colour and self-denial, Margaret viewed with relief the sumptuous dado... | world. His complexion was robust, his hair had receded but not thinned, the thick moustache and the eyes that Helen had compared to brandy-balls had an agreeable menace in them, whether they were turned towards the slums or towards the stars. Some day--in the millennium--there may be no need for his type. At present, h... | and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psycholo... | Howards End |
"Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" | Henry | Margaret almost answered: "I know--"<|quote|>"Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--"</|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, | serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--"<|quote|>"Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--"</|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the piano | that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--"<|quote|>"Could you be induced to share my--i... | their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the propos... | it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton." "Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a min... | big, but over-furnished. Chelsea would have moaned aloud. Mr. Wilcox had eschewed those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrain, and achieve beauty by sacrificing comfort and pluck. After so much self-colour and self-denial, Margaret viewed with relief the sumptuous dado, the frieze, the gilded wall-pape... | his hair had receded but not thinned, the thick moustache and the eyes that Helen had compared to brandy-balls had an agreeable menace in them, whether they were turned towards the slums or towards the stars. Some day--in the millennium--there may be no need for his type. At present, homage is due to it from those who ... | began their survey. The dining-room was big, but over-furnished. Chelsea would have moaned aloud. Mr. Wilcox had eschewed those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrain, and achieve beauty by sacrificing comfort and pluck. After so much self-colour and self-denial, Margaret viewed with relief the sumptuou... | Howards End |
"Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" | Margaret | to share my--is it probable--"<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Wilcox!"</|quote|>she interrupted, taking hold of | know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--"<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Wilcox!"</|quote|>she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her | to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--"<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Wilcox!"</|quote|>she in... | accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scene... | go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton." "Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused ... | Wilcox had eschewed those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrain, and achieve beauty by sacrificing comfort and pluck. After so much self-colour and self-denial, Margaret viewed with relief the sumptuous dado, the frieze, the gilded wall-paper, amid whose foliage parrots sang. It would never do with her... | moustache and the eyes that Helen had compared to brandy-balls had an agreeable menace in them, whether they were turned towards the slums or towards the stars. Some day--in the millennium--there may be no need for his type. At present, homage is due to it from those who think themselves superior, and who possibly are.... | the inside of it seemed to revolve like the beacon in a lighthouse. He did not kiss her, for the hour was half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did no... | Howards End |
she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes. | No speaker | it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!"<|quote|>she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes.</|quote|>"I see, I see. I | be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!"<|quote|>she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes.</|quote|>"I see, I see. I will write to you afterwards | the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!"<|quote|>she interrupted, taking hold ... | Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his... | "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton." "Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity ... | those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrain, and achieve beauty by sacrificing comfort and pluck. After so much self-colour and self-denial, Margaret viewed with relief the sumptuous dado, the frieze, the gilded wall-paper, amid whose foliage parrots sang. It would never do with her own furniture, but ... | eyes that Helen had compared to brandy-balls had an agreeable menace in them, whether they were turned towards the slums or towards the stars. Some day--in the millennium--there may be no need for his type. At present, homage is due to it from those who think themselves superior, and who possibly are. "At all events yo... | one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good judge of character for business purposes, he seemed this afternoon to enlarge his field, and to note qualities outside neatness, obedience, and decision. "I want to go over the whole house," she announced when they arrived. "As soon as I get back to Swanage, whi... | Howards End |
"I see, I see. I will write to you afterwards if I may." | Margaret | piano and averting her eyes.<|quote|>"I see, I see. I will write to you afterwards if I may."</|quote|>He began to stammer. "Miss | interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes.<|quote|>"I see, I see. I will write to you afterwards if I may."</|quote|>He began to stammer. "Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand." | firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes.<|quote|>"I see, I see. I will write ... | as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want... | furniture has all gone to Oniton." "Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They... | beauty by sacrificing comfort and pluck. After so much self-colour and self-denial, Margaret viewed with relief the sumptuous dado, the frieze, the gilded wall-paper, amid whose foliage parrots sang. It would never do with her own furniture, but those heavy chairs, that immense sideboard loaded with presentation plate,... | in them, whether they were turned towards the slums or towards the stars. Some day--in the millennium--there may be no need for his type. At present, homage is due to it from those who think themselves superior, and who possibly are. "At all events you responded to my telegram promptly," he remarked. "Oh, even I know a... | half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put ... | Howards End |
He began to stammer. | No speaker | you afterwards if I may."<|quote|>He began to stammer.</|quote|>"Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t | see. I will write to you afterwards if I may."<|quote|>He began to stammer.</|quote|>"Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand." "Oh yes! Indeed, yes!" | about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes. "I see, I see. I will write to you afterwards if I may."<|quote|>He began to stammer.</|quote|>"Mis... | be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret a... | not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and in... | viewed with relief the sumptuous dado, the frieze, the gilded wall-paper, amid whose foliage parrots sang. It would never do with her own furniture, but those heavy chairs, that immense sideboard loaded with presentation plate, stood up against its pressure like men. The room suggested men, and Margaret, keen to derive... | Some day--in the millennium--there may be no need for his type. At present, homage is due to it from those who think themselves superior, and who possibly are. "At all events you responded to my telegram promptly," he remarked. "Oh, even I know a good thing when I see it." "I m glad you don t despise the goods of this ... | surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton." "Does--However, I m concerned wi... | Howards End |
"Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand." | Henry | may." He began to stammer.<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand."</|quote|>"Oh yes! Indeed, yes!" said | to you afterwards if I may." He began to stammer.<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand."</|quote|>"Oh yes! Indeed, yes!" said Margaret. "I am asking you | serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes. "I see, I see. I will write to you afterwards if I may." He began to stammer.<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel--Margaret you do... | the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "... | big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could vi... | sumptuous dado, the frieze, the gilded wall-paper, amid whose foliage parrots sang. It would never do with her own furniture, but those heavy chairs, that immense sideboard loaded with presentation plate, stood up against its pressure like men. The room suggested men, and Margaret, keen to derive the modern capitalist ... | may be no need for his type. At present, homage is due to it from those who think themselves superior, and who possibly are. "At all events you responded to my telegram promptly," he remarked. "Oh, even I know a good thing when I see it." "I m glad you don t despise the goods of this world." "Heavens, no! Only idiots a... | stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good... | Howards End |
"Oh yes! Indeed, yes!" | Margaret | Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand."<|quote|>"Oh yes! Indeed, yes!"</|quote|>said Margaret. "I am asking | He began to stammer. "Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand."<|quote|>"Oh yes! Indeed, yes!"</|quote|>said Margaret. "I am asking you to be my wife." | almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes. "I see, I see. I will write to you afterwards if I may." He began to stammer. "Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand."<|quote|>"Oh yes! Indeed, yes!"... | right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced ... | fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, ... | wall-paper, amid whose foliage parrots sang. It would never do with her own furniture, but those heavy chairs, that immense sideboard loaded with presentation plate, stood up against its pressure like men. The room suggested men, and Margaret, keen to derive the modern capitalist from the warriors and hunters of the pa... | type. At present, homage is due to it from those who think themselves superior, and who possibly are. "At all events you responded to my telegram promptly," he remarked. "Oh, even I know a good thing when I see it." "I m glad you don t despise the goods of this world." "Heavens, no! Only idiots and prigs do that." "I a... | he seemed this afternoon to enlarge his field, and to note qualities outside neatness, obedience, and decision. "I want to go over the whole house," she announced when they arrived. "As soon as I get back to Swanage, which will be to-morrow afternoon, I ll talk it over once more with Helen and Tibby, and wire you yes o... | Howards End |
said Margaret. | No speaker | understand." "Oh yes! Indeed, yes!"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"I am asking you to | "Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand." "Oh yes! Indeed, yes!"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"I am asking you to be my wife." So deep | "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes. "I see, I see. I will write to you afterwards if I may." He began to stammer. "Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand." "Oh yes! Indeed, yes!"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"I ... | that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it pro... | minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords di... | parrots sang. It would never do with her own furniture, but those heavy chairs, that immense sideboard loaded with presentation plate, stood up against its pressure like men. The room suggested men, and Margaret, keen to derive the modern capitalist from the warriors and hunters of the past, saw it as an ancient guest-... | is due to it from those who think themselves superior, and who possibly are. "At all events you responded to my telegram promptly," he remarked. "Oh, even I know a good thing when I see it." "I m glad you don t despise the goods of this world." "Heavens, no! Only idiots and prigs do that." "I am glad, very glad," he re... | over-furnished. Chelsea would have moaned aloud. Mr. Wilcox had eschewed those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrain, and achieve beauty by sacrificing comfort and pluck. After so much self-colour and self-denial, Margaret viewed with relief the sumptuous dado, the frieze, the gilded wall-paper, amid w... | Howards End |
"I am asking you to be my wife." | Henry | yes! Indeed, yes!" said Margaret.<|quote|>"I am asking you to be my wife."</|quote|>So deep already was her | you don t understand." "Oh yes! Indeed, yes!" said Margaret.<|quote|>"I am asking you to be my wife."</|quote|>So deep already was her sympathy, that when he said, | be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes. "I see, I see. I will write to you afterwards if I may." He began to stammer. "Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand." "Oh yes! Indeed, yes!" said Margaret.<|quote|>"I am asking you to be ... | nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" ... | and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s r... | It would never do with her own furniture, but those heavy chairs, that immense sideboard loaded with presentation plate, stood up against its pressure like men. The room suggested men, and Margaret, keen to derive the modern capitalist from the warriors and hunters of the past, saw it as an ancient guest-hall, where th... | to it from those who think themselves superior, and who possibly are. "At all events you responded to my telegram promptly," he remarked. "Oh, even I know a good thing when I see it." "I m glad you don t despise the goods of this world." "Heavens, no! Only idiots and prigs do that." "I am glad, very glad," he repeated,... | afternoon, I ll talk it over once more with Helen and Tibby, and wire you yes or no." "Right. The dining-room." And they began their survey. The dining-room was big, but over-furnished. Chelsea would have moaned aloud. Mr. Wilcox had eschewed those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrain, and achieve bea... | Howards End |
So deep already was her sympathy, that when he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fi... | No speaker | you to be my wife."<|quote|>So deep already was her sympathy, that when he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading h... | said Margaret. "I am asking you to be my wife."<|quote|>So deep already was her sympathy, that when he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most r... | Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes. "I see, I see. I will write to you afterwards if I may." He began to stammer. "Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand." "Oh yes! Indeed, yes!" said Margaret. "I am asking you to be my wife."<|quote|>So deep already was her sympathy, tha... | rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking ho... | t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of c... | but those heavy chairs, that immense sideboard loaded with presentation plate, stood up against its pressure like men. The room suggested men, and Margaret, keen to derive the modern capitalist from the warriors and hunters of the past, saw it as an ancient guest-hall, where the lord sat at meat among his thanes. Even ... | and who possibly are. "At all events you responded to my telegram promptly," he remarked. "Oh, even I know a good thing when I see it." "I m glad you don t despise the goods of this world." "Heavens, no! Only idiots and prigs do that." "I am glad, very glad," he repeated, suddenly softening and turning to her, as if th... | face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton." "Does--However, I m co... | Howards End |
"You aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?" | Henry | central radiance had been love.<|quote|>"You aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?"</|quote|>"How could I be offended?" | him she realised that the central radiance had been love.<|quote|>"You aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?"</|quote|>"How could I be offended?" There was a moment s | with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fine weather is due to the sun, but Margaret could think of no central radiance here. She stood in his drawing-room happy, and longing to give happiness. On leaving him she realised that the central radiance had been love.<|quote|>"You aren ... | be my wife." So deep already was her sympathy, that when he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fin... | was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted... | a motor-car had spawned. "Oh, jolly!" said Margaret, sinking into one of them. "You do like it?" he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go... | I can t stand those people who run down comforts. They have usually some axe to grind. Can you?" "Comforts are of two kinds," said Margaret, who was keeping herself in hand--" "those we can share with others, like fire, weather, or music; and those we can t--food, food, for instance. It depends." "I mean reasonable com... | The dining-room." And they began their survey. The dining-room was big, but over-furnished. Chelsea would have moaned aloud. Mr. Wilcox had eschewed those decorative schemes that wince, and relent, and refrain, and achieve beauty by sacrificing comfort and pluck. After so much self-colour and self-denial, Margaret view... | Howards End |
"How could I be offended?" | Margaret | aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?"<|quote|>"How could I be offended?"</|quote|>There was a moment s | radiance had been love. "You aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?"<|quote|>"How could I be offended?"</|quote|>There was a moment s pause. He was anxious to | all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fine weather is due to the sun, but Margaret could think of no central radiance here. She stood in his drawing-room happy, and longing to give happiness. On leaving him she realised that the central radiance had been love. "You aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?"<|quote|>"How could... | was her sympathy, that when he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fine weather is du... | world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the piano... | said Margaret, sinking into one of them. "You do like it?" he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furnitur... | who run down comforts. They have usually some axe to grind. Can you?" "Comforts are of two kinds," said Margaret, who was keeping herself in hand--" "those we can share with others, like fire, weather, or music; and those we can t--food, food, for instance. It depends." "I mean reasonable comforts, of course. I shouldn... | a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords ... | Howards End |
There was a moment s pause. He was anxious to get rid of her, and she knew it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle wi... | No speaker | "How could I be offended?"<|quote|>There was a moment s pause. He was anxious to get rid of her, and she knew it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and... | aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?" "How could I be offended?"<|quote|>There was a moment s pause. He was anxious to get rid of her, and she knew it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had t... | Fine weather is due to the sun, but Margaret could think of no central radiance here. She stood in his drawing-room happy, and longing to give happiness. On leaving him she realised that the central radiance had been love. "You aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?" "How could I be offended?"<|quote|>There was a moment s pau... | he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fine weather is due to the sun, but Margaret c... | "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes. "I ... | of them. "You do like it?" he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are those Cruikshanks?" "Gillrays. Shall we go on upstairs?" "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The H... | have usually some axe to grind. Can you?" "Comforts are of two kinds," said Margaret, who was keeping herself in hand--" "those we can share with others, like fire, weather, or music; and those we can t--food, food, for instance. It depends." "I mean reasonable comforts, of course. I shouldn t like to think that you--"... | overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share ... | Howards End |
"Good-bye," | Margaret | back, and hesitated with him.<|quote|>"Good-bye,"</|quote|>she continued. "You will have | the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him.<|quote|>"Good-bye,"</|quote|>she continued. "You will have a letter from me--I am | She had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him.<|quote|>"Good-bye,"</|quote|>she ... | in his drawing-room happy, and longing to give happiness. On leaving him she realised that the central radiance had been love. "You aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?" "How could I be offended?" There was a moment s pause. He was anxious to get rid of her, and she knew it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he s... | He began to stammer. "Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand." "Oh yes! Indeed, yes!" said Margaret. "I am asking you to be my wife." So deep already was her sympathy, that when he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy... | not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and in... | stupid, and the inside of it seemed to revolve like the beacon in a lighthouse. He did not kiss her, for the hour was half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that ... | fellows smoke." We fellows smoked in chairs of maroon leather. It was as if a motor-car had spawned. "Oh, jolly!" said Margaret, sinking into one of them. "You do like it?" he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn ... | Howards End |
she continued. | No speaker | and hesitated with him. "Good-bye,"<|quote|>she continued.</|quote|>"You will have a letter | struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye,"<|quote|>she continued.</|quote|>"You will have a letter from me--I am going back | had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye,"<|quote|>she continued.</|... | his drawing-room happy, and longing to give happiness. On leaving him she realised that the central radiance had been love. "You aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?" "How could I be offended?" There was a moment s pause. He was anxious to get rid of her, and she knew it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he stru... | began to stammer. "Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand." "Oh yes! Indeed, yes!" said Margaret. "I am asking you to be my wife." So deep already was her sympathy, that when he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy ca... | the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffe... | and the inside of it seemed to revolve like the beacon in a lighthouse. He did not kiss her, for the hour was half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane di... | and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that s... | Howards End |
"You will have a letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow." | Margaret | with him. "Good-bye," she continued.<|quote|>"You will have a letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow."</|quote|>"Thank you." "Good-bye, and it | beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye," she continued.<|quote|>"You will have a letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow."</|quote|>"Thank you." "Good-bye, and it s you I thank." "I | much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye," she continued.<|quote|>"You will ... | happy, and longing to give happiness. On leaving him she realised that the central radiance had been love. "You aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?" "How could I be offended?" There was a moment s pause. He was anxious to get rid of her, and she knew it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possess... | stammer. "Miss Schlegel--Margaret you don t understand." "Oh yes! Indeed, yes!" said Margaret. "I am asking you to be my wife." So deep already was her sympathy, that when he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over h... | How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One coul... | inside of it seemed to revolve like the beacon in a lighthouse. He did not kiss her, for the hour was half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not re... | in chairs of maroon leather. It was as if a motor-car had spawned. "Oh, jolly!" said Margaret, sinking into one of them. "You do like it?" he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn t it?" "Ye--es. Semi-rubbish. Are ... | Howards End |
"Thank you." | Henry | going back to Swanage to-morrow."<|quote|>"Thank you."</|quote|>"Good-bye, and it s you | a letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow."<|quote|>"Thank you."</|quote|>"Good-bye, and it s you I thank." "I may order | cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye," she continued. "You will have a letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow."<|quote|>"Thank you.... | central radiance had been love. "You aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?" "How could I be offended?" There was a moment s pause. He was anxious to get rid of her, and she knew it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he fe... | "I am asking you to be my wife." So deep already was her sympathy, that when he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervad... | and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s r... | did not kiss her, for the hour was half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. W... | the world s great love scenes. "Miss Schlegel" "--his voice was firm--" "I have had you up on false pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the p... | Howards End |
"Good-bye, and it s you I thank." | Margaret | to Swanage to-morrow." "Thank you."<|quote|>"Good-bye, and it s you I thank."</|quote|>"I may order the motor | from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow." "Thank you."<|quote|>"Good-bye, and it s you I thank."</|quote|>"I may order the motor round, mayn t I?" "That | He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye," she continued. "You will have a letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow." "Thank you."<|quote|>"Good-bye,... | had been love. "You aren t offended, Miss Schlegel?" "How could I be offended?" There was a moment s pause. He was anxious to get rid of her, and she knew it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and sh... | asking you to be my wife." So deep already was her sympathy, that when he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading ha... | half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realiti... | kiss her, for the hour was half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox wa... | furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton." "Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity with which we m... | Howards End |
"I may order the motor round, mayn t I?" | Henry | it s you I thank."<|quote|>"I may order the motor round, mayn t I?"</|quote|>"That would be most kind." | to-morrow." "Thank you." "Good-bye, and it s you I thank."<|quote|>"I may order the motor round, mayn t I?"</|quote|>"That would be most kind." "I wish I had written. | feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye," she continued. "You will have a letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow." "Thank you." "Good-bye, and it s you I thank."<|quote|>"I may order the moto... | Miss Schlegel?" "How could I be offended?" There was a moment s pause. He was anxious to get rid of her, and she knew it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to des... | deep already was her sympathy, that when he said, "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fine ... | you ever amused at the solemnity with which we middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cig... | twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more ... | fellows smoke." We fellows smoked in chairs of maroon leather. It was as if a motor-car had spawned. "Oh, jolly!" said Margaret, sinking into one of them. "You do like it?" he said, fixing his eyes on her upturned face, and surely betraying an almost intimate note. "It s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable. Isn ... | Howards End |
"That would be most kind." | Margaret | motor round, mayn t I?"<|quote|>"That would be most kind."</|quote|>"I wish I had written. | thank." "I may order the motor round, mayn t I?"<|quote|>"That would be most kind."</|quote|>"I wish I had written. Ought I to have written?" | to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye," she continued. "You will have a letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow." "Thank you." "Good-bye, and it s you I thank." "I may order the motor round, mayn t I?"<|quote|>"That would be most kind."</|q... | a moment s pause. He was anxious to get rid of her, and she knew it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty,... | "I am asking you to be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fine weather is due to the sun, but Margaret could thin... | middle classes approach the subject of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards ... | of Buckingham Palace. But the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good judge o... | pretences. I want to speak about a much more serious matter than a house." Margaret almost answered: "I know--" "Could you be induced to share my--is it probable--" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she interrupted, taking hold of the piano and averting her eyes. "I see, I see. I will write to you afterwards if I may." He began to sta... | Howards End |
"I wish I had written. Ought I to have written?" | Henry | "That would be most kind."<|quote|>"I wish I had written. Ought I to have written?"</|quote|>"Not at all." "There s | motor round, mayn t I?" "That would be most kind."<|quote|>"I wish I had written. Ought I to have written?"</|quote|>"Not at all." "There s just one question--" She shook | clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye," she continued. "You will have a letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow." "Thank you." "Good-bye, and it s you I thank." "I may order the motor round, mayn t I?" "That would be most kind."<|quote|>"I wish I had written. Ought ... | was anxious to get rid of her, and she knew it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesit... | be my wife," she made herself give a little start. She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fine weather is due to the sun, but Margaret could think of no central radi... | of houses?" They proceeded to the drawing-room. Chelsea managed better here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this though... | atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good judge of character for business purpo... | life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank amo... | Howards End |
"Not at all." | Margaret | Ought I to have written?"<|quote|>"Not at all."</|quote|>"There s just one question--" | "I wish I had written. Ought I to have written?"<|quote|>"Not at all."</|quote|>"There s just one question--" She shook her head. He | him. "Good-bye," she continued. "You will have a letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow." "Thank you." "Good-bye, and it s you I thank." "I may order the motor round, mayn t I?" "That would be most kind." "I wish I had written. Ought I to have written?"<|quote|>"Not at all."</|quote|>"There s just one que... | it. She had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye," she continued. "Y... | She must show surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fine weather is due to the sun, but Margaret could think of no central radiance here. She stood in his drawing-room happy, and... | here. It was sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and ... | to exist on her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good judge of character for business purposes, he seemed this afternoon to enlarge his field, and to note... | below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted. But the proposal was not to rank among the world s gr... | Howards End |
"There s just one question--" | Henry | have written?" "Not at all."<|quote|>"There s just one question--"</|quote|>She shook her head. He | had written. Ought I to have written?" "Not at all."<|quote|>"There s just one question--"</|quote|>She shook her head. He looked a little bewildered as | continued. "You will have a letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow." "Thank you." "Good-bye, and it s you I thank." "I may order the motor round, mayn t I?" "That would be most kind." "I wish I had written. Ought I to have written?" "Not at all."<|quote|>"There s just one question--"</|quote|>She shook he... | too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye," she continued. "You will have... | surprise if he expected it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fine weather is due to the sun, but Margaret could think of no central radiance here. She stood in his drawing-room happy, and longing to gi... | sallow and ineffective. One could visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge... | her account, and she was surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good judge of character for business purposes, he seemed this afternoon to enlarge his field, and to note qualities o... | "Does all this furniture come from Howards End?" "The Howards End furniture has all gone to Oniton." "Does--However, I m concerned with the house, not the furniture. How big is this smoking-room?" "Thirty by fifteen. No, wait a minute. Fifteen and a half." "Ah, well. Mr. Wilcox, aren t you ever amused at the solemnity ... | Howards End |
She shook her head. He looked a little bewildered as they parted. They parted without shaking hands; she had kept the interview, for his sake, in tints of the quietest grey. She thrilled with happiness ere she reached her house. Others had loved her in the past, if one apply to their brief desires so grave a word, but ... | No speaker | "There s just one question--"<|quote|>She shook her head. He looked a little bewildered as they parted. They parted without shaking hands; she had kept the interview, for his sake, in tints of the quietest grey. She thrilled with happiness ere she reached her house. Others had loved her in the past, if one apply to the... | have written?" "Not at all." "There s just one question--"<|quote|>She shook her head. He looked a little bewildered as they parted. They parted without shaking hands; she had kept the interview, for his sake, in tints of the quietest grey. She thrilled with happiness ere she reached her house. Others had loved her in ... | letter from me--I am going back to Swanage to-morrow." "Thank you." "Good-bye, and it s you I thank." "I may order the motor round, mayn t I?" "That would be most kind." "I wish I had written. Ought I to have written?" "Not at all." "There s just one question--"<|quote|>She shook her head. He looked a little bewildered... | at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy. He desired comradeship and affection, but he feared them, and she, who had taught herself only to desire, and could have clothed the struggle with beauty, held back, and hesitated with him. "Good-bye," she continued. "You will have a letter from me--I am goi... | An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fine weather is due to the sun, but Margaret could think of no central radiance here. She stood in his drawing-room happy, and longing to give happiness. On leaving him... | visualise the ladies withdrawing to it, while their lords discussed life s realities below, to the accompaniment of cigars. Had Mrs. Wilcox s drawing-room at Howards End looked thus? Just as this thought entered Margaret s brain, Mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife, and the knowledge that she had been right so overca... | surprised that Crane did not realise this, and turn round. Idiot though she might be, surely Mr. Wilcox was more--how should one put it?--more psychological than usual. Always a good judge of character for business purposes, he seemed this afternoon to enlarge his field, and to note qualities outside neatness, obedienc... | it. An immense joy came over her. It was indescribable. It had nothing to do with humanity, and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather. Fine weather is due to the sun, but Margaret could think of no central radiance here. She stood in his drawing-room happy, and longing to give happiness. On leaving... | Howards End |
"No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." | Aunt Juley | lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?"<|quote|>"No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium."</|quote|>"An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, | moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?"<|quote|>"No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium."</|quote|>"An aquarium! Oh, MEES... | led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhea... | Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that the hills were more swelling here than in Pomerania, which was true, but did not seem to Mrs. Munt apposite. Poole Harbour was dry, which led her to praise the absence of muddy foresho... | turf, epitome of what will follow. And behind the fragment lies Southampton, hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a latent fire, and all around it, with double and treble collision of tides, swirls the sea. How many villages appear in this view! How many castles! How many churches, vanished or triumphant! How many s... | valley of the Frome, and all the wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester, black and gold, to mirror their gorse in the expanses of Poole. The valley of the Stour is beyond, unaccountable stream, dirty at Blandford, pure at Wimborne--the Stour, sliding out of fat fields, to marry the Avon beneath the tower of ... | men who could find nobody better. And she had often loved, too, but only so far as the facts of sex demanded: mere yearnings for the masculine sex to be dismissed for what they were worth, with a sigh. Never before had her personality been touched. She was not young or very rich, and it amazed her that a man of any sta... | it if she had pressed him--as a matter of duty, perhaps; England expects every man to open his heart once; but the effort would have jarred him, and never, if she could avoid it, should he lose those defences that he had chosen to raise against the world. He must never be bothered with emotional talk, or with a display... | Howards End |
"You are not to say stink," | Helen | my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--"<|quote|>"You are not to say stink,"</|quote|>interrupted Helen; "at least, you | than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--"<|quote|>"You are not to say stink,"</|quote|>interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you | different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--"<|quote|>"You are not to say st... | Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, an... | working beneath that lucent sky to what final end! The reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be... | Avon--invisible, but far to the north the trained eye may see Clearbury Ring that guards it, and the imagination may leap beyond that on to Salisbury Plain itself, and beyond the Plain to all the glorious downs of Central England. Nor is Suburbia absent. Bournemouth s ignoble coast cowers to the right, heralding the pi... | standing should take her seriously. As she sat, trying to do accounts in her empty house, amidst beautiful pictures and noble books, waves of emotion broke, as if a tide of passion was flowing through the night air. She shook her head, tried to concentrate her attention, and failed. In vain did she repeat: "But I ve be... | Central England. Nor is Suburbia absent. Bournemouth s ignoble coast cowers to the right, heralding the pine-trees that mean, for all their beauty, red houses, and the Stock Exchange, and extend to the gates of London itself. So tremendous is the City s trail! But the cliffs of Freshwater it shall never touch, and the ... | Howards End |
interrupted Helen; | No speaker | are not to say stink,"<|quote|>interrupted Helen;</|quote|>"at least, you may say | brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink,"<|quote|>interrupted Helen;</|quote|>"at least, you may say it, but you must pretend | tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink,"<|quote|>interrupted Helen;</|quote|>"a... | the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have ti... | what final end! The reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged ... | the trained eye may see Clearbury Ring that guards it, and the imagination may leap beyond that on to Salisbury Plain itself, and beyond the Plain to all the glorious downs of Central England. Nor is Suburbia absent. Bournemouth s ignoble coast cowers to the right, heralding the pine-trees that mean, for all their beau... | she sat, trying to do accounts in her empty house, amidst beautiful pictures and noble books, waves of emotion broke, as if a tide of passion was flowing through the night air. She shook her head, tried to concentrate her attention, and failed. In vain did she repeat: "But I ve been through this sort of thing before." ... | treble collision of tides, swirls the sea. How many villages appear in this view! How many castles! How many churches, vanished or triumphant! How many ships, railways, and roads! What incredible variety of men working beneath that lucent sky to what final end! The reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the im... | Howards End |
"at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." | Helen | to say stink," interrupted Helen;<|quote|>"at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it."</|quote|>"Then smell. And the mud | many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen;<|quote|>"at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it."</|quote|>"Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does | go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen;<|quote|>"at least, you may say... | Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go u... | end! The reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she s... | eye may see Clearbury Ring that guards it, and the imagination may leap beyond that on to Salisbury Plain itself, and beyond the Plain to all the glorious downs of Central England. Nor is Suburbia absent. Bournemouth s ignoble coast cowers to the right, heralding the pine-trees that mean, for all their beauty, red hous... | trying to do accounts in her empty house, amidst beautiful pictures and noble books, waves of emotion broke, as if a tide of passion was flowing through the night air. She shook her head, tried to concentrate her attention, and failed. In vain did she repeat: "But I ve been through this sort of thing before." She had n... | hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a latent fire, and all around it, with double and treble collision of tides, swirls the sea. How many villages appear in this view! How many castles! How many churches, vanished or triumphant! How many ships, railways, and roads! What incredible variety of men working beneath tha... | Howards End |
"There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," | Aunt Juley | I say stink, ha, ha?"<|quote|>"There always has been mud in Poole Harbour,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, with a | it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?"<|quote|>"There always has been mud in Poole Harbour,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring | brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?"<|quote|>"There always has been mud in Poole H... | are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are ... | was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that the hills were more swelling here than in Pomerania, which was true, but did not seem to Mrs. Munt apposite. Poole Harbour was dry, which led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where b... | ignoble coast cowers to the right, heralding the pine-trees that mean, for all their beauty, red houses, and the Stock Exchange, and extend to the gates of London itself. So tremendous is the City s trail! But the cliffs of Freshwater it shall never touch, and the island will guard the Island s purity till the end of t... | attention, and failed. In vain did she repeat: "But I ve been through this sort of thing before." She had never been through it; the big machinery, as opposed to the little, had been set in motion, and the idea that Mr. Wilcox loved, obsessed her before she came to love him in return. She would come to no decision yet.... | Stour, sliding out of fat fields, to marry the Avon beneath the tower of Christ church. The valley of the Avon--invisible, but far to the north the trained eye may see Clearbury Ring that guards it, and the imagination may leap beyond that on to Salisbury Plain itself, and beyond the Plain to all the glorious downs of ... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. | No speaker | been mud in Poole Harbour,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown.</|quote|>"The rivers bring it down, | ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown.</|quote|>"The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery | say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown.</|quote|>"The... | to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, ... | impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that the hills were more swelling here than in Pomerania, which was true, but did not seem to Mrs. Munt apposite. Poole Harbour was dry, which led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Balt... | pine-trees that mean, for all their beauty, red houses, and the Stock Exchange, and extend to the gates of London itself. So tremendous is the City s trail! But the cliffs of Freshwater it shall never touch, and the island will guard the Island s purity till the end of time. Seen from the west the Wight is beautiful be... | "But I ve been through this sort of thing before." She had never been through it; the big machinery, as opposed to the little, had been set in motion, and the idea that Mr. Wilcox loved, obsessed her before she came to love him in return. She would come to no decision yet. "Oh, sir, this is so sudden"--that prudish phr... | Purbeck Hills, and stand him on their summit, a few miles to the east of Corfe. Then system after system of our island would roll together under his feet. Beneath him is the valley of the Frome, and all the wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester, black and gold, to mirror their gorse in the expanses of Poole... | Howards End |
"The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." | Aunt Juley | Munt, with a slight frown.<|quote|>"The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it."</|quote|>"Yes, that is so," conceded | in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown.<|quote|>"The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it."</|quote|>"Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident | may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown.<|quote|>"The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishe... | down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you must ... | said that the hills were more swelling here than in Pomerania, which was true, but did not seem to Mrs. Munt apposite. Poole Harbour was dry, which led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rath... | red houses, and the Stock Exchange, and extend to the gates of London itself. So tremendous is the City s trail! But the cliffs of Freshwater it shall never touch, and the island will guard the Island s purity till the end of time. Seen from the west the Wight is beautiful beyond all laws of beauty. It is as if a fragm... | of thing before." She had never been through it; the big machinery, as opposed to the little, had been set in motion, and the idea that Mr. Wilcox loved, obsessed her before she came to love him in return. She would come to no decision yet. "Oh, sir, this is so sudden"--that prudish phrase exactly expressed her when he... | wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester, black and gold, to mirror their gorse in the expanses of Poole. The valley of the Stour is beyond, unaccountable stream, dirty at Blandford, pure at Wimborne--the Stour, sliding out of fat fields, to marry the Avon beneath the tower of Christ church. The valley of the ... | Howards End |
conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed. | No speaker | it." "Yes, that is so,"<|quote|>conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed.</|quote|>"Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, | most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so,"<|quote|>conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed.</|quote|>"Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to | And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so,"<|quote|>conceded Frieda; and another international in... | MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down the... | seem to Mrs. Munt apposite. Poole Harbour was dry, which led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And y... | the City s trail! But the cliffs of Freshwater it shall never touch, and the island will guard the Island s purity till the end of time. Seen from the west the Wight is beautiful beyond all laws of beauty. It is as if a fragment of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, ep... | had been set in motion, and the idea that Mr. Wilcox loved, obsessed her before she came to love him in return. She would come to no decision yet. "Oh, sir, this is so sudden"--that prudish phrase exactly expressed her when her time came. Premonitions are not preparation. She must examine more closely her own nature an... | of the Purbeck Hills, and stand him on their summit, a few miles to the east of Corfe. Then system after system of our island would roll together under his feet. Beneath him is the valley of the Frome, and all the wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester, black and gold, to mirror their gorse in the expanses o... | Howards End |
"Bournemouth is," | Aunt Juley | another international incident was closed.<|quote|>"Bournemouth is,"</|quote|>resumed their hostess, quoting a | is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed.<|quote|>"Bournemouth is,"</|quote|>resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she | it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed.<|quote|>"Bournemouth is,"</|quo... | fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say st... | dry, which led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, ... | Freshwater it shall never touch, and the island will guard the Island s purity till the end of time. Seen from the west the Wight is beautiful beyond all laws of beauty. It is as if a fragment of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, epitome of what will follow. And behin... | that Mr. Wilcox loved, obsessed her before she came to love him in return. She would come to no decision yet. "Oh, sir, this is so sudden"--that prudish phrase exactly expressed her when her time came. Premonitions are not preparation. She must examine more closely her own nature and his; she must talk it over judicial... | How many villages appear in this view! How many castles! How many churches, vanished or triumphant! How many ships, railways, and roads! What incredible variety of men working beneath that lucent sky to what final end! The reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, unt... | Howards End |
resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--" | No speaker | incident was closed. "Bournemouth is,"<|quote|>resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--"</|quote|>"Bournemouth is, Poole was, and | conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is,"<|quote|>resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--"</|quote|>"Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the | smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is,"<|quote|>resumed thei... | stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "T... | led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhea... | shall never touch, and the island will guard the Island s purity till the end of time. Seen from the west the Wight is beautiful beyond all laws of beauty. It is as if a fragment of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, epitome of what will follow. And behind the fragment... | Wilcox loved, obsessed her before she came to love him in return. She would come to no decision yet. "Oh, sir, this is so sudden"--that prudish phrase exactly expressed her when her time came. Premonitions are not preparation. She must examine more closely her own nature and his; she must talk it over judicially with H... | till the end of time. Seen from the west the Wight is beautiful beyond all laws of beauty. It is as if a fragment of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, epitome of what will follow. And behind the fragment lies Southampton, hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a late... | Howards End |
"Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." | Aunt Juley | which she was much attached--"<|quote|>"Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage."</|quote|>"Aunt Juley, wouldn t... | quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--"<|quote|>"Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage."</|quo... | in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--"<|quo... | are not to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The river... | Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and dif... | the end of time. Seen from the west the Wight is beautiful beyond all laws of beauty. It is as if a fragment of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, epitome of what will follow. And behind the fragment lies Southampton, hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a latent fi... | would come to no decision yet. "Oh, sir, this is so sudden"--that prudish phrase exactly expressed her when her time came. Premonitions are not preparation. She must examine more closely her own nature and his; she must talk it over judicially with Helen. It had been a strange love-scene--the central radiance unacknowl... | many villages appear in this view! How many castles! How many churches, vanished or triumphant! How many ships, railways, and roads! What incredible variety of men working beneath that lucent sky to what final end! The reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, until i... | Howards End |
"Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" | Helen | look down again at Swanage."<|quote|>"Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?"</|quote|>A tiny puff of smoke | walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage."<|quote|>"Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?"</|quote|>A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, | was much attached--" "Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage."<|quote|>"Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s trai... | has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much att... | water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say... | lies Southampton, hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a latent fire, and all around it, with double and treble collision of tides, swirls the sea. How many villages appear in this view! How many castles! How many churches, vanished or triumphant! How many ships, railways, and roads! What incredible variety of men w... | strange love-scene--the central radiance unacknowledged from first to last. She, in his place, would have said Ich liebe dich, but perhaps it was not his habit to open the heart. He might have done it if she had pressed him--as a matter of duty, perhaps; England expects every man to open his heart once; but the effort ... | right, heralding the pine-trees that mean, for all their beauty, red houses, and the Stock Exchange, and extend to the gates of London itself. So tremendous is the City s trail! But the cliffs of Freshwater it shall never touch, and the island will guard the Island s purity till the end of time. Seen from the west the ... | Howards End |
A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. | No speaker | that be Meg s train?"<|quote|>A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold.</|quote|>"Oh, dearest Margaret, I do | Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?"<|quote|>A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold.</|quote|>"Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be | is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?"<|quote|>A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and n... | with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--" "Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage... | and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it,... | latent fire, and all around it, with double and treble collision of tides, swirls the sea. How many villages appear in this view! How many castles! How many churches, vanished or triumphant! How many ships, railways, and roads! What incredible variety of men working beneath that lucent sky to what final end! The reason... | She, in his place, would have said Ich liebe dich, but perhaps it was not his habit to open the heart. He might have done it if she had pressed him--as a matter of duty, perhaps; England expects every man to open his heart once; but the effort would have jarred him, and never, if she could avoid it, should he lose thos... | the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else ... | Howards End |
"Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." | Aunt Juley | the black and the gold.<|quote|>"Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired."</|quote|>"Oh, I do wonder--I do | bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold.<|quote|>"Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired."</|quote|>"Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken | I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold.<|quote|>"Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overti... | and another international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--" "Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you... | you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it n... | How many castles! How many churches, vanished or triumphant! How many ships, railways, and roads! What incredible variety of men working beneath that lucent sky to what final end! The reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles ... | have done it if she had pressed him--as a matter of duty, perhaps; England expects every man to open his heart once; but the effort would have jarred him, and never, if she could avoid it, should he lose those defences that he had chosen to raise against the world. He must never be bothered with emotional talk, or with... | north the trained eye may see Clearbury Ring that guards it, and the imagination may leap beyond that on to Salisbury Plain itself, and beyond the Plain to all the glorious downs of Central England. Nor is Suburbia absent. Bournemouth s ignoble coast cowers to the right, heralding the pine-trees that mean, for all thei... | Howards End |
"Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." | Helen | she won t be overtired."<|quote|>"Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house."</|quote|>"I hope she hasn t | dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired."<|quote|>"Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house."</|quote|>"I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, | little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired."<|quote|>"Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s ... | quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--" "Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, ... | salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has ... | ships, railways, and roads! What incredible variety of men working beneath that lucent sky to what final end! The reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother t... | duty, perhaps; England expects every man to open his heart once; but the effort would have jarred him, and never, if she could avoid it, should he lose those defences that he had chosen to raise against the world. He must never be bothered with emotional talk, or with a display of sympathy. He was an elderly man now, a... | pine-trees that mean, for all their beauty, red houses, and the Stock Exchange, and extend to the gates of London itself. So tremendous is the City s trail! But the cliffs of Freshwater it shall never touch, and the island will guard the Island s purity till the end of time. Seen from the west the Wight is beautiful be... | Howards End |
"I hope she hasn t been hasty." | Aunt Juley | she s taken the house."<|quote|>"I hope she hasn t been hasty."</|quote|>"So do I--oh, SO do | do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house."<|quote|>"I hope she hasn t been hasty."</|quote|>"So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as | be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house."<|quote|>"I hope she hasn t been hasty."</|quote|>"So do I-... | Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the... | to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring ... | lucent sky to what final end! The reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, afte... | the effort would have jarred him, and never, if she could avoid it, should he lose those defences that he had chosen to raise against the world. He must never be bothered with emotional talk, or with a display of sympathy. He was an elderly man now, and it would be futile and impudent to correct him. Mrs. Wilcox straye... | to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that the hills were more swelling here than in Pomerania, which was true, but did not seem to Mrs. Munt apposite. Poole Harbour was dry, which led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideles... | Howards End |
"So do I--oh, SO do I." | Helen | she hasn t been hasty."<|quote|>"So do I--oh, SO do I."</|quote|>"Will it be as beautiful | taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty."<|quote|>"So do I--oh, SO do I."</|quote|>"Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. | of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty."<|quote|>"So do I--oh, SO do I."</|quote|>"Will it be as... | the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing so... | you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery d... | reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that ... | never, if she could avoid it, should he lose those defences that he had chosen to raise against the world. He must never be bothered with emotional talk, or with a display of sympathy. He was an elderly man now, and it would be futile and impudent to correct him. Mrs. Wilcox strayed in and out, ever a welcome ghost; su... | guard the Island s purity till the end of time. Seen from the west the Wight is beautiful beyond all laws of beauty. It is as if a fragment of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, epitome of what will follow. And behind the fragment lies Southampton, hostess to the natio... | Howards End |
Frieda asked. | No speaker | as beautiful as Wickham Place?"<|quote|>Frieda asked.</|quote|>"I should think it would. | do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?"<|quote|>Frieda asked.</|quote|>"I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing | over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?"<|quote|>Frieda asked.</|quote|>"I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilc... | I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I d... | say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another in... | deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that the hills were more swelling here than in Pomerania, which was true, but did not seem... | chosen to raise against the world. He must never be bothered with emotional talk, or with a display of sympathy. He was an elderly man now, and it would be futile and impudent to correct him. Mrs. Wilcox strayed in and out, ever a welcome ghost; surveying the scene, thought Margaret, without one hint of bitterness. CHA... | And behind the fragment lies Southampton, hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a latent fire, and all around it, with double and treble collision of tides, swirls the sea. How many villages appear in this view! How many castles! How many churches, vanished or triumphant! How many ships, railways, and roads! What inc... | Howards End |
"I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" | Helen | as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked.<|quote|>"I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--"</|quote|... | "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked.<|quote|>"I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going ... | black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked.<|quote|>"I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himse... | shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope ... | "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another internation... | it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that the hills were more swelling here than in Pomerania, which was true, but did not seem to Mrs. Munt a... | raise against the world. He must never be bothered with emotional talk, or with a display of sympathy. He was an elderly man now, and it would be futile and impudent to correct him. Mrs. Wilcox strayed in and out, ever a welcome ghost; surveying the scene, thought Margaret, without one hint of bitterness. CHAPTER XIX I... | of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, epitome of what will follow. And behind the fragment lies Southampton, hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a latent fire, and all around it, with double and treble collision of tides, swirls the sea. How many villages appear in... | Howards End |
"You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" | Helen | going to be married--" "Ah!"<|quote|>"You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!"</|quote|>"But sister to that Paul?" | and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!"<|quote|>"You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!"</|quote|>"But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," | Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!"<|quote|>"You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial yo... | Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses a... | international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--" "Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so l... | apposite. Poole Harbour was dry, which led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes-... | If one wanted to show a foreigner England, perhaps the wisest course would be to take him to the final section of the Purbeck Hills, and stand him on their summit, a few miles to the east of Corfe. Then system after system of our island would roll together under his feet. Beneath him is the valley of the Frome, and all... | of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, epitome of what will follow. And behind the fragment lies Southampton, hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a latent fire, and all around it, with double and treble collision of tides, swirls the sea. How many villages appear in... | Howards End |
"Yes." | Helen | "But sister to that Paul?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"And to that Charles," said | How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, | and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling... | s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But... | much attached--" "Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny p... | Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh ... | to the final section of the Purbeck Hills, and stand him on their summit, a few miles to the east of Corfe. Then system after system of our island would roll together under his feet. Beneath him is the valley of the Frome, and all the wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester, black and gold, to mirror their go... | thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an a... | Howards End |
"And to that Charles," | Aunt Juley | sister to that Paul?" "Yes."<|quote|>"And to that Charles,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt with feeling. | absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes."<|quote|>"And to that Charles,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a | I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes."<|quote|>"And to that Charles,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "O... | taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But i... | attached--" "Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff o... | Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, an... | the final section of the Purbeck Hills, and stand him on their summit, a few miles to the east of Corfe. Then system after system of our island would roll together under his feet. Beneath him is the valley of the Frome, and all the wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester, black and gold, to mirror their gorse... | Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that the hills were more swelling here than in Pomerania, which was true, but did not seem to Mrs. Munt apposite. Poole Harbour was dry, which led her to praise the absence o... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt with feeling. | No speaker | "Yes." "And to that Charles,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt with feeling.</|quote|>"Oh, Helen, Helen, what a | "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt with feeling.</|quote|>"Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. | why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt with feeling.</|quote|>"Oh, Helen, Hele... | hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie t... | was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbo... | hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought ... | the Purbeck Hills, and stand him on their summit, a few miles to the east of Corfe. Then system after system of our island would roll together under his feet. Beneath him is the valley of the Frome, and all the wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester, black and gold, to mirror their gorse in the expanses of P... | all laws of beauty. It is as if a fragment of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, epitome of what will follow. And behind the fragment lies Southampton, hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a latent fire, and all around it, with double and treble collision of tides, ... | Howards End |
"Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" | Aunt Juley | said Mrs. Munt with feeling.<|quote|>"Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!"</|quote|>Helen laughed. "Meg and I | "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling.<|quote|>"Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!"</|quote|>Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender | on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling.<|quote|>"Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!"</|q... | hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, an... | be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing... | and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and do... | him on their summit, a few miles to the east of Corfe. Then system after system of our island would roll together under his feet. Beneath him is the valley of the Frome, and all the wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester, black and gold, to mirror their gorse in the expanses of Poole. The valley of the Stour... | The reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said t... | Howards End |
Helen laughed. | No speaker | what a time that was!"<|quote|>Helen laughed.</|quote|>"Meg and I haven t | with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!"<|quote|>Helen laughed.</|quote|>"Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If | Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!"<|quote|>Helen laughed.</|quote|>"Meg and I ... | it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married-... | biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the blac... | Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instanc... | the east of Corfe. Then system after system of our island would roll together under his feet. Beneath him is the valley of the Frome, and all the wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester, black and gold, to mirror their gorse in the expanses of Poole. The valley of the Stour is beyond, unaccountable stream, di... | water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles--" "You are not to say stink," interrupted Helen;... | Howards End |
"Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." | Helen | time that was!" Helen laughed.<|quote|>"Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it."</|quote|>"Now look, Frau Liesecke, at | "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed.<|quote|>"Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it."</|quote|>"Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You | he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed.<|quote|>"Meg and I haven t got such te... | as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah... | the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the g... | thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an a... | of Corfe. Then system after system of our island would roll together under his feet. Beneath him is the valley of the Frome, and all the wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester, black and gold, to mirror their gorse in the expanses of Poole. The valley of the Stour is beyond, unaccountable stream, dirty at Bl... | here than in Pomerania, which was true, but did not seem to Mrs. Munt apposite. Poole Harbour was dry, which led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this wou... | Howards End |
"Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH the downs, on which we are standing, so that, if we walk over, as I suggested, and look down on Swanage, we shall see it coming on the other side. Shall we?" | Aunt Juley | house, we go for it."<|quote|>"Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH the downs, on which we are standing, so that, if we walk over, as I suggested, and look down on Swanage, we shall see it coming on the ot... | a chance of a cheap house, we go for it."<|quote|>"Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH the downs, on which we are standing, so that, if we walk over, as I suggested, and look down on Swanage, we shall see... | matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it."<|quote|>"Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You ... | Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charl... | little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken th... | but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, then Victor, my brother-in-law, collected m... | Frome, and all the wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester, black and gold, to mirror their gorse in the expanses of Poole. The valley of the Stour is beyond, unaccountable stream, dirty at Blandford, pure at Wimborne--the Stour, sliding out of fat fields, to marry the Avon beneath the tower of Christ church.... | upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--" "Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I ha... | Howards End |
Frieda assented, and in a few minutes they had crossed the ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rather a dull valley lay below, backed by the slope of the coastward downs. They were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage, soon to be the most important town of all, and ugliest of the three.... | No speaker | the other side. Shall we?"<|quote|>Frieda assented, and in a few minutes they had crossed the ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rather a dull valley lay below, backed by the slope of the coastward downs. They were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage, soon to be the most important tow... | shall see it coming on the other side. Shall we?"<|quote|>Frieda assented, and in a few minutes they had crossed the ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rather a dull valley lay below, backed by the slope of the coastward downs. They were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage, soon to be... | see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH the downs, on which we are standing, so that, if we walk over, as I suggested, and look down on Swanage, we shall see it coming on the other side. Shall we?"<|quote|>Frieda assented, and in a few minutes they had cross... | to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Co... | the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s re... | are not to say stink," interrupted Helen; "at least, you may say it, but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it." "Then smell. And the mud of your Pool down there--does it not smell, or may I say stink, ha, ha?" "There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The river... | but far to the north the trained eye may see Clearbury Ring that guards it, and the imagination may leap beyond that on to Salisbury Plain itself, and beyond the Plain to all the glorious downs of Central England. Nor is Suburbia absent. Bournemouth s ignoble coast cowers to the right, heralding the pine-trees that mea... | A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beau... | Howards End |
"You see," | Helen | tea-basket, up to join them.<|quote|>"You see,"</|quote|>continued Helen to her cousin, | and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them.<|quote|>"You see,"</|quote|>continued Helen to her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as | all, and ugliest of the three. Margaret s train reappeared as promised, and was greeted with approval by her aunt. It came to a standstill in the middle distance, and there it had been planned that Tibby should meet her, and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them.<|quote|>"You see,"</|quote|>continued Helen to he... | a few minutes they had crossed the ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rather a dull valley lay below, backed by the slope of the coastward downs. They were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage, soon to be the most important town of all, and ugliest of the three. Margaret s train reappe... | Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it will actually g... | and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, a... | Seen from the west the Wight is beautiful beyond all laws of beauty. It is as if a fragment of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, epitome of what will follow. And behind the fragment lies Southampton, hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a latent fire, and all aroun... | asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frie... | Howards End |
continued Helen to her cousin, | No speaker | to join them. "You see,"<|quote|>continued Helen to her cousin,</|quote|>"the Wilcoxes collect houses as | her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see,"<|quote|>continued Helen to her cousin,</|quote|>"the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They | ugliest of the three. Margaret s train reappeared as promised, and was greeted with approval by her aunt. It came to a standstill in the middle distance, and there it had been planned that Tibby should meet her, and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see,"<|quote|>continued Helen to her cousin,</|quote|... | minutes they had crossed the ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rather a dull valley lay below, backed by the slope of the coastward downs. They were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage, soon to be the most important town of all, and ugliest of the three. Margaret s train reappeared a... | with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH ... | is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was b... | the west the Wight is beautiful beyond all laws of beauty. It is as if a fragment of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, epitome of what will follow. And behind the fragment lies Southampton, hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a latent fire, and all around it, with... | Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it ... | Howards End |
"the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie will have a house when she marries, and probably a pied-a-terre ... | Helen | continued Helen to her cousin,<|quote|>"the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie will have a house when sh... | to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin,<|quote|>"the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie ... | s train reappeared as promised, and was greeted with approval by her aunt. It came to a standstill in the middle distance, and there it had been planned that Tibby should meet her, and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin,<|quote|>"the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Vi... | ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rather a dull valley lay below, backed by the slope of the coastward downs. They were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage, soon to be the most important town of all, and ugliest of the three. Margaret s train reappeared as promised, and was greeted w... | what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH the downs, on which we are standi... | important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a little, and look down again at Swanage." "Aunt Juley, wouldn t that be Meg s train?" A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards ... | beautiful beyond all laws of beauty. It is as if a fragment of England floated forward to greet the foreigner--chalk of our chalk, turf of our turf, epitome of what will follow. And behind the fragment lies Southampton, hostess to the nations, and Portsmouth, a latent fire, and all around it, with double and treble col... | Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses a... | Howards End |
"I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," | Aunt Juley | you think so, Aunt Juley?"<|quote|>"I had too much to do, dear, to look at it,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, with a | dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?"<|quote|>"I had too much to do, dear, to look at it,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything | six, Evie will have a house when she marries, and probably a pied-a-terre in the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?"<|quote|>"I had too much to do, dear, to look at it,"<... | join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie will have a... | and in a few minutes they had crossed the ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rather a dull valley lay below, backed by the slope of the coastward downs. They were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage, soon to be the most important town of all, and ugliest of the three. Margaret s train... | "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evi... | lucent sky to what final end! The reason fails, like a wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, afte... | coming on the other side. Shall we?" Frieda assented, and in a few minutes they had crossed the ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rather a dull valley lay below, backed by the slope of the coastward downs. They were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage, soon to be the most important t... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. | No speaker | dear, to look at it,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity.</|quote|>"I had everything to settle | had too much to do, dear, to look at it,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity.</|quote|>"I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox | a pied-a-terre in the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity.</|quote|>"I had ev... | collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie will have a house when she marries, and probably a pied-a-terre in the country... | exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rather a dull valley lay below, backed by the slope of the coastward downs. They were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage, soon to be the most important town of all, and ugliest of the three. Margaret s train reappeared as promised, and was greeted with approv... | do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going t... | wave on the Swanage beach; the imagination swells, spreads, and deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that the hills were more s... | How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train.... | Howards End |
"I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." | Aunt Juley | Munt, with a gracious dignity.<|quote|>"I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom."</|quote|>"Yes, so do I. But, | look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity.<|quote|>"I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom."</|quote|>"Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful | Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity.<|quote|>"I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep ... | They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie will have a house when she marries, and probably a pied-a-terre in the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Af... | Rather a dull valley lay below, backed by the slope of the coastward downs. They were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage, soon to be the most important town of all, and ugliest of the three. Margaret s train reappeared as promised, and was greeted with approval by her aunt. It came to a standstill in ... | as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve ne... | swells, spreads, and deepens, until it becomes geographic and encircles England. So Frieda Mosebach, now Frau Architect Liesecke, and mother to her husband s baby, was brought up to these heights to be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that the hills were more swelling here than in Pomerania, which was t... | always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was m... | Howards End |
"Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." | Helen | having lunch in your bedroom."<|quote|>"Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul."</|quote|>"You yet may," said Frieda | remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom."<|quote|>"Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul."</|quote|>"You yet may," said F... | "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom."<|quote|>"Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful i... | six, Evie will have a house when she marries, and probably a pied-a-terre in the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs... | town of all, and ugliest of the three. Margaret s train reappeared as promised, and was greeted with approval by her aunt. It came to a standstill in the middle distance, and there it had been planned that Tibby should meet her, and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin,... | think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a t... | be impressed, and, after a prolonged gaze, she said that the hills were more swelling here than in Pomerania, which was true, but did not seem to Mrs. Munt apposite. Poole Harbour was dry, which led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless B... | "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How... | Howards End |
said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. | No speaker | marry Paul." "You yet may,"<|quote|>said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head.</|quote|>"The Great Wilcox Peril will | idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may,"<|quote|>said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head.</|quote|>"The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m | just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may,"<|quote|>said Frieda despondently. Helen ... | Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh ... | drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another ne... | to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, comi... | foreshore at Friedrich Wilhelms Bad, Rugen, where beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is ... | house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really... | Howards End |
"The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." | Helen | despondently. Helen shook her head.<|quote|>"The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that."</|quote|>"One is certain of nothing | "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head.<|quote|>"The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that."</|quote|>"One is certain of nothing but the truth of one | "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head.<|quote|>"The Great Wilcox Peril will ... | "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all se... | join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie will have a... | Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it ... | beech-trees hang over the tideless Baltic, and cows may contemplate the brine. Rather unhealthy Mrs. Munt thought this would be, water being safer when it moved about. "And your English lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt ... | now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think i... | Howards End |
The remark fell damply on the conversation. But Helen slipped her arm round her cousin, somehow liking her the better for making it. It was not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which th... | No speaker | of one s own emotions."<|quote|>The remark fell damply on the conversation. But Helen slipped her arm round her cousin, somehow liking her the better for making it. It was not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that in... | of nothing but the truth of one s own emotions."<|quote|>The remark fell damply on the conversation. But Helen slipped her arm round her cousin, somehow liking her the better for making it. It was not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind... | obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "One is certain of nothing but the truth of one s own emotions."<|quote|>The remark fell damply on the conversation. Bu... | in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marr... | was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie will have a house when she marries, and probably a pied-a-terre in the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something ... | of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH the downs, on which we are standing, so that, if we walk over, as I suggested, and look down on Swanage, we shall see it coming on the... | lakes--Vindermere, Grasmere they, then, unhealthy?" "No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquarium... | t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern... | Howards End |
"Look!" | Aunt Juley | bad preparation for what followed.<|quote|>"Look!"</|quote|>cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away | It may have been a bad preparation for what followed.<|quote|>"Look!"</|quote|>cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow | the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the pretty, the adequate. It was a landscape of Bocklin s beside a landscape of Leader s, strident and ill-considered, but quivering into supernatural life. It sharpened idealism, stirred the soul. It may have been a bad preparation for what followed.<|quote|>"Loo... | for making it. It was not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, ... | "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never re... | town of all, and ugliest of the three. Margaret s train reappeared as promised, and was greeted with approval by her aunt. It came to a standstill in the middle distance, and there it had been planned that Tibby should meet her, and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin,... | Harbour," said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--" "Bournemouth ... | approval by her aunt. It came to a standstill in the middle distance, and there it had been planned that Tibby should meet her, and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Ho... | Howards End |
cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down. | No speaker | preparation for what followed. "Look!"<|quote|>cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down.</|quote|>"Stand where I stand, and | may have been a bad preparation for what followed. "Look!"<|quote|>cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down.</|quote|>"Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart | beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the pretty, the adequate. It was a landscape of Bocklin s beside a landscape of Leader s, strident and ill-considered, but quivering into supernatural life. It sharpened idealism, stirred the soul. It may have been a bad preparation for what followed. "Look!"<|quote|>... | making it. It was not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the ... | so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. ... | of all, and ugliest of the three. Margaret s train reappeared as promised, and was greeted with approval by her aunt. It came to a standstill in the middle distance, and there it had been planned that Tibby should meet her, and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin, "the... | said Mrs. Munt, with a slight frown. "The rivers bring it down, and a most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--" "Bournemouth is, Poole ... | just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook he... | Howards End |
"Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." | Aunt Juley | narrow summit of the down.<|quote|>"Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming."</|quote|>They stood and saw the | away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down.<|quote|>"Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming."</|quote|>They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby | a landscape of Bocklin s beside a landscape of Leader s, strident and ill-considered, but quivering into supernatural life. It sharpened idealism, stirred the soul. It may have been a bad preparation for what followed. "Look!" cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down.<|quote|... | for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the pretty, the adequate. It was a landscape of Bo... | the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "One is certain of no... | was greeted with approval by her aunt. It came to a standstill in the middle distance, and there it had been planned that Tibby should meet her, and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Duci... | most valuable oyster-fishery depends upon it." "Yes, that is so," conceded Frieda; and another international incident was closed. "Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--" "Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest o... | place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul.... | Howards End |
They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroa... | No speaker | I see the pony-cart coming."<|quote|>They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. He... | will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming."<|quote|>They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long bef... | into supernatural life. It sharpened idealism, stirred the soul. It may have been a bad preparation for what followed. "Look!" cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down. "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming."<|quote|>They stoo... | the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the pretty, the adequate. It was a landscape of Bocklin s beside a landscape of Leader s, strident and ill-considered, but quivering into s... | with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "One is certain of nothing but the truth of one s own emotions." The remark fell damply on the conversation. But Helen slipped h... | and there it had been planned that Tibby should meet her, and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropsh... | was closed. "Bournemouth is," resumed their hostess, quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached--" "Bournemouth is, Poole was, and Swanage is to be the most important town of all and biggest of the three. Now, Frau Liesecke, I have shown you Bournemouth, and I have shown you Poole, so let us walk backward a l... | hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It is... | Howards End |
"Have you got the house?" | Helen | the ridge of the down.<|quote|>"Have you got the house?"</|quote|>Margaret shook her head. "Oh, | thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down.<|quote|>"Have you got the house?"</|quote|>Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we | a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down.<|quote|>"Have you got the house?"</|quote|>Marga... | away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down. "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding l... | not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed t... | house when she marries, and probably a pied-a-terre in the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a graciou... | tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beauti... | wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember ... | Howards End |
Margaret shook her head. | No speaker | "Have you got the house?"<|quote|>Margaret shook her head.</|quote|>"Oh, what a nuisance! So | the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?"<|quote|>Margaret shook her head.</|quote|>"Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" | lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?"<|quote|>Margaret shook her head.</|quote|>"Oh, what... | narrow summit of the down. "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent.... | had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the prett... | probably a pied-a-terre in the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything... | been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" ... | and probably a pied-a-terre in the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everyt... | Howards End |
"Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" | Helen | house?" Margaret shook her head.<|quote|>"Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?"</|quote|>"Not exactly." She got out, | down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head.<|quote|>"Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?"</|quote|>"Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said | the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head.<|quote|>"Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we wer... | down. "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the ho... | passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the pretty, the adequate. It was a l... | the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and... | and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should thi... | dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anyth... | Howards End |
"Not exactly." | Margaret | we re as we were?"<|quote|>"Not exactly."</|quote|>She got out, looking tired. | "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?"<|quote|>"Not exactly."</|quote|>She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We | before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?"<|quote|>"Not exactly."</|quote|>She got out, looking tired. "... | pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibl... | mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the pretty, the adequate. It was a landscape of Bocklin s beside a landscape of Leader s, strident a... | in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t ... | and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All ... | the other side. Shall we?" Frieda assented, and in a few minutes they had crossed the ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rather a dull valley lay below, backed by the slope of the coastward downs. They were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage, soon to be the most important town of all... | Howards End |
She got out, looking tired. | No speaker | as we were?" "Not exactly."<|quote|>She got out, looking tired.</|quote|>"Some mystery," said Tibby. "We | a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly."<|quote|>She got out, looking tired.</|quote|>"Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." | could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly."<|quote|>She got out, looking tired.</|quote|>"Some myster... | I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran ... | it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the pretty, the adequate. It was a landscape of Bocklin s beside a landscape of Leader s, strident and ill-con... | makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I s... | gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Du... | Tibby should meet her, and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in H... | Howards End |
"Some mystery," | Tibby | She got out, looking tired.<|quote|>"Some mystery,"</|quote|>said Tibby. "We are to | as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired.<|quote|>"Some mystery,"</|quote|>said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came | down to meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired.<|quote|>"Some mystery,"</|quote|>said Tibby. "We are to be e... | They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroa... | the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the pretty, the adequate. It was a landscape of Bocklin s beside a landscape of Leader s, strident and ill-considered, but quivering into s... | could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I ... | do hope she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful... | oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain... | Howards End |
said Tibby. | No speaker | out, looking tired. "Some mystery,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quote|>"We are to be enlightened | were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quote|>"We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up | meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quote|>"We are to be enlighten... | and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad passed ov... | which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the pretty, the adequate. It was a landscape of Bocklin s beside a landscape of Leader s, strident and ill-considered, but quivering into supernatural li... | Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remem... | she won t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in thei... | rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie will have a house when she marries, and probably a pied-a-terre in the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was som... | Howards End |
"We are to be enlightened presently." | Tibby | tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby.<|quote|>"We are to be enlightened presently."</|quote|>Margaret came close up to | exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby.<|quote|>"We are to be enlightened presently."</|quote|>Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she | The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby.<|quote|>"We are to be enlightened presently."</|qu... | the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad passed over a sad... | average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the pretty, the adequate. It was a landscape of Bocklin s beside a landscape of Leader s, strident and ill-considered, but quivering into supernatural life. It sha... | That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lu... | t be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern... | that." "One is certain of nothing but the truth of one s own emotions." The remark fell damply on the conversation. But Helen slipped her arm round her cousin, somehow liking her the better for making it. It was not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a p... | Howards End |
Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. | No speaker | are to be enlightened presently."<|quote|>Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through.</|quote|>"It s just like a | "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently."<|quote|>Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through.</|quote|>"It s just like a widower," she r... | and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently."<|quote|>Margaret came close up to her and whisp... | were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right ang... | Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the pretty, the adequate. It was a landscape of Bocklin s beside a landscape of Leader s, strident and ill-considered, but quivering into supernatural life. It sharpened idealism, stirred the soul. It may... | little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so ... | wonder--I do wonder whether she s taken the house." "I hope she hasn t been hasty." "So do I--oh, SO do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why... | greeted with approval by her aunt. It came to a standstill in the middle distance, and there it had been planned that Tibby should meet her, and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie St... | Howards End |
"It s just like a widower," | Helen | might lead the pony through.<|quote|>"It s just like a widower,"</|quote|>she remarked. "They ve cheek | downs so that her brother might lead the pony through.<|quote|>"It s just like a widower,"</|quote|>she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably | tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through.<|quote|>"It s just like a widower,"</|quote... | ran down to meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened pr... | quivering into supernatural life. It sharpened idealism, stirred the soul. It may have been a bad preparation for what followed. "Look!" cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down. "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They st... | in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marr... | Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But... | in the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight. I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, ... | Howards End |
she remarked. | No speaker | s just like a widower,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"They ve cheek enough for | lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one | are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"They ve cheek enough f... | highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came cl... | idealism, stirred the soul. It may have been a bad preparation for what followed. "Look!" cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down. "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and ... | t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said ... | those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And t... | I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m... | Howards End |
"They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends." | Helen | like a widower," she remarked.<|quote|>"They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends."</|quote|>Margaret s face flashed despair. | pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked.<|quote|>"They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends."</|quote|>Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off | be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked.<|quote|>"They ve cheek enough for anything, and... | over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her an... | the soul. It may have been a bad preparation for what followed. "Look!" cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down. "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were present... | I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda de... | Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can t think why he doesn t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charl... | Bocklin s beside a landscape of Leader s, strident and ill-considered, but quivering into supernatural life. It sharpened idealism, stirred the soul. It may have been a bad preparation for what followed. "Look!" cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down. "Stand where I stand, ... | Howards End |
Margaret s face flashed despair. | No speaker | their first wife s friends."<|quote|>Margaret s face flashed despair.</|quote|>"That type--" She broke off | and invariably select one of their first wife s friends."<|quote|>Margaret s face flashed despair.</|quote|>"That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not | proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends."<|quote|>Margaret s face flashed despair.</|... | down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was... | hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down. "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the ... | But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m ce... | t keep on with it. But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Hele... | could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I ... | Howards End |
"That type--" | Helen | Margaret s face flashed despair.<|quote|>"That type--"</|quote|>She broke off with a | their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair.<|quote|>"That type--"</|quote|>She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong | Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair.<|quote|>"That type--"</|quote|>She broke... | house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the ... | the narrow summit of the down. "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the asc... | dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s o... | But it s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and... | you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, d... | Howards End |
She broke off with a cry. | No speaker | face flashed despair. "That type--"<|quote|>She broke off with a cry.</|quote|>"Meg, not anything wrong with | wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--"<|quote|>She broke off with a cry.</|quote|>"Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said | was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--"<|quote|>She broke off with a cry.</|quot... | shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the do... | summit of the down. "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have ... | all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "On... | s really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I have... | Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie will have a house when she marries, and probably a pied-a-terre in the country--which makes seven. Oh yes, and Paul a hut in Africa makes eight... | Howards End |
"Meg, not anything wrong with you?" | Helen | broke off with a cry.<|quote|>"Meg, not anything wrong with you?"</|quote|>"Wait one minute," said Margaret, | flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry.<|quote|>"Meg, not anything wrong with you?"</|quote|>"Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always. "But you ve | on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry.<|quote|>"Meg, not anything wrong with you?"</|... | nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother migh... | I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted,... | there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "One is certain of nothing but t... | went there, and now that Evie s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts... | autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "One is certain of nothin... | Howards End |
"Wait one minute," | Margaret | not anything wrong with you?"<|quote|>"Wait one minute,"</|quote|>said Margaret, whispering always. "But | off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?"<|quote|>"Wait one minute,"</|quote|>said Margaret, whispering always. "But you ve never conceivably--you ve | her brother might lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?"<|quote|>"Wait one minute,"</|quote... | were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. ... | the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could pos... | Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "One is certain of nothing but the truth of one s own emotions." The remark fell ... | s going to be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a che... | and drive her, and a tea-basket, up to join them. "You see," continued Helen to her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, anothe... | Howards End |
said Margaret, whispering always. | No speaker | with you?" "Wait one minute,"<|quote|>said Margaret, whispering always.</|quote|>"But you ve never conceivably--you | cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute,"<|quote|>said Margaret, whispering always.</|quote|>"But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--" She pulled herself | lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute,"<|quote|>said Margaret, whispering... | She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. "It s just like a wido... | I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran ... | and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "One is certain of nothing but the truth of one s own emotions." The remark fell damply on the con... | be married--" "Ah!" "You ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, w... | somehow liking her the better for making it. It was not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogica... | Howards End |
"But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--" | Helen | minute," said Margaret, whispering always.<|quote|>"But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--"</|quote|>She pulled herself together. "Tibby, | wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always.<|quote|>"But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--"</|quote|>She pulled herself together. "Tibby, hurry up through; I can | "It s just like a widower," she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always.<|quote|>"But you ve ne... | tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked. "... | coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. Th... | obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "One is certain of nothing but the truth of one s own emotions." The remark fell damply on the conversation. But Helen ... | ve never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, ... | I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m... | Howards End |
She pulled herself together. | No speaker | ve never conceivably--you ve never--"<|quote|>She pulled herself together.</|quote|>"Tibby, hurry up through; I | Margaret, whispering always. "But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--"<|quote|>She pulled herself together.</|quote|>"Tibby, hurry up through; I can t hold this gate | remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always. "But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--"<|quote|... | to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and inva... | coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a tra... | yet marry Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "One is certain of nothing but the truth of one s own emotions." The remark fell damply on the conversation. But Helen slipped her arm round her cousin, so... | absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You... | Helen to her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie will have a house when she marries, and pro... | Howards End |
"Tibby, hurry up through; I can t hold this gate indefinitely. Aunt Juley! I say, Aunt Juley, make the tea, will you, and Frieda; we ve got to talk houses, and will come on afterwards." | Helen | never--" She pulled herself together.<|quote|>"Tibby, hurry up through; I can t hold this gate indefinitely. Aunt Juley! I say, Aunt Juley, make the tea, will you, and Frieda; we ve got to talk houses, and will come on afterwards."</|quote|>And then, turning her face | you ve never conceivably--you ve never--" She pulled herself together.<|quote|>"Tibby, hurry up through; I can t hold this gate indefinitely. Aunt Juley! I say, Aunt Juley, make the tea, will you, and Frieda; we ve got to talk houses, and will come on afterwards."</|quote|>And then, turning her face to her sister s, sh... | enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always. "But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--" She pulled herself together.<|qu... | Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their fir... | were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" they shouted, long before she could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right ang... | yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "One is certain of nothing but the truth of one s own emotions." The remark fell damply on the conversation. But Helen slipped her arm round her cousin, somehow liking her the b... | "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling. "Oh, Helen, Helen, what a time that was!" Helen laughed. "Meg and I haven t got such tender hearts. If there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--... | her cousin, "the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles. They have, one, Ducie Street; two, Howards End, where my great rumpus was; three, a country seat in Shropshire; four, Charles has a house in Hilton; and five, another near Epsom; and six, Evie will have a house when she marries, and probably a p... | Howards End |
And then, turning her face to her sister s, she burst into tears. Margaret was stupefied. She heard herself saying, | No speaker | and will come on afterwards."<|quote|>And then, turning her face to her sister s, she burst into tears. Margaret was stupefied. She heard herself saying,</|quote|>"Oh, really--" She felt herself | ve got to talk houses, and will come on afterwards."<|quote|>And then, turning her face to her sister s, she burst into tears. Margaret was stupefied. She heard herself saying,</|quote|>"Oh, really--" She felt herself touched with a hand that | said Margaret, whispering always. "But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--" She pulled herself together. "Tibby, hurry up through; I can t hold this gate indefinitely. Aunt Juley! I say, Aunt Juley, make the tea, will you, and Frieda; we ve got to talk houses, and will come on afterwards."<|quote|>And then, turnin... | lead the pony through. "It s just like a widower," she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always.... | could possibly hear. Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad passed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "... | one s own emotions." The remark fell damply on the conversation. But Helen slipped her arm round her cousin, somehow liking her the better for making it. It was not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in t... | there s a chance of a cheap house, we go for it." "Now look, Frau Liesecke, at my niece s train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH the downs, on which we are standing, so that, if we walk over, as I suggested, and look down on Swanage, we shall see... | I wish we could get Howards End. That was something like a dear little house! Didn t you think so, Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remembe... | Howards End |
"Oh, really--" | Margaret | stupefied. She heard herself saying,<|quote|>"Oh, really--"</|quote|>She felt herself touched with | burst into tears. Margaret was stupefied. She heard herself saying,<|quote|>"Oh, really--"</|quote|>She felt herself touched with a hand that trembled. "Don | can t hold this gate indefinitely. Aunt Juley! I say, Aunt Juley, make the tea, will you, and Frieda; we ve got to talk houses, and will come on afterwards." And then, turning her face to her sister s, she burst into tears. Margaret was stupefied. She heard herself saying,<|quote|>"Oh, really--"</|quote|>She felt herse... | select one of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always. "But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--" She pulled herself together. "Tibby, hurry up through; I can t hold ... | at right angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal... | liking her the better for making it. It was not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the... | train. You see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH the downs, on which we are standing, so that, if we walk over, as I suggested, and look down on Swanage, we shall see it coming on the other side. Shall we?" Frieda assented, and in a few minutes they had cr... | Aunt Juley?" "I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dread... | Howards End |
She felt herself touched with a hand that trembled. | No speaker | heard herself saying, "Oh, really--"<|quote|>She felt herself touched with a hand that trembled.</|quote|>"Don t," sobbed Helen, "don | tears. Margaret was stupefied. She heard herself saying, "Oh, really--"<|quote|>She felt herself touched with a hand that trembled.</|quote|>"Don t," sobbed Helen, "don t, don t, Meg, don | hold this gate indefinitely. Aunt Juley! I say, Aunt Juley, make the tea, will you, and Frieda; we ve got to talk houses, and will come on afterwards." And then, turning her face to her sister s, she burst into tears. Margaret was stupefied. She heard herself saying, "Oh, really--"<|quote|>She felt herself touched with... | of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always. "But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--" She pulled herself together. "Tibby, hurry up through; I can t hold this gate i... | angles alone the ridge of the down. "Have you got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marri... | the better for making it. It was not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the ... | see, it is coming towards us--coming, coming; and, when it gets to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH the downs, on which we are standing, so that, if we walk over, as I suggested, and look down on Swanage, we shall see it coming on the other side. Shall we?" Frieda assented, and in a few minutes they had crossed the r... | not an original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed t... | Howards End |
"Don t," | Helen | with a hand that trembled.<|quote|>"Don t,"</|quote|>sobbed Helen, "don t, don | really--" She felt herself touched with a hand that trembled.<|quote|>"Don t,"</|quote|>sobbed Helen, "don t, don t, Meg, don t!" She | Juley, make the tea, will you, and Frieda; we ve got to talk houses, and will come on afterwards." And then, turning her face to her sister s, she burst into tears. Margaret was stupefied. She heard herself saying, "Oh, really--" She felt herself touched with a hand that trembled.<|quote|>"Don t,"</|quote|>sobbed Helen... | flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always. "But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--" She pulled herself together. "Tibby, hurry up through; I can t hold this gate indefinitely. Aunt Juley! I say, Aunt Juley, make... | got the house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She ope... | original remark, nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the r... | it gets to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH the downs, on which we are standing, so that, if we walk over, as I suggested, and look down on Swanage, we shall see it coming on the other side. Shall we?" Frieda assented, and in a few minutes they had crossed the ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rath... | Paul." "You yet may," said Frieda despondently. Helen shook her head. "The Great Wilcox Peril will never return. If I m certain of anything it s of that." "One is certain of nothing but the truth of one s own emotions." The remark fell damply on the conversation. But Helen slipped her arm round her cousin, somehow liki... | Howards End |
sobbed Helen, | No speaker | hand that trembled. "Don t,"<|quote|>sobbed Helen,</|quote|>"don t, don t, Meg, | felt herself touched with a hand that trembled. "Don t,"<|quote|>sobbed Helen,</|quote|>"don t, don t, Meg, don t!" She seemed incapable | the tea, will you, and Frieda; we ve got to talk houses, and will come on afterwards." And then, turning her face to her sister s, she burst into tears. Margaret was stupefied. She heard herself saying, "Oh, really--" She felt herself touched with a hand that trembled. "Don t,"<|quote|>sobbed Helen,</|quote|>"don t, do... | "That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always. "But you ve never conceivably--you ve never--" She pulled herself together. "Tibby, hurry up through; I can t hold this gate indefinitely. Aunt Juley! I say, Aunt Juley, make the tea, will yo... | house?" Margaret shook her head. "Oh, what a nuisance! So we re as we were?" "Not exactly." She got out, looking tired. "Some mystery," said Tibby. "We are to be enlightened presently." Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilcox. Helen was amused. She opened the ... | nor had Frieda appropriated it passionately, for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind. Yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not. It was, however illogically, the good, the beautiful, the true, as opposed to the respectable, the p... | to Corfe, it will actually go THROUGH the downs, on which we are standing, so that, if we walk over, as I suggested, and look down on Swanage, we shall see it coming on the other side. Shall we?" Frieda assented, and in a few minutes they had crossed the ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser. Rather a dul... | Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down. "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little ... | Howards End |
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