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"We re in a bad hole, and must make the best of it. I shall answer the pater s letter civilly. He s evidently anxious to do the decent thing. But I do not intend to forget these Schlegels in a hurry. As long as they re on their best behaviour--Dolly, are you listening?--we ll behave, too. But if I find them giving them... | Charles Wilcox | me flirting. Could he, diddums?"<|quote|>"We re in a bad hole, and must make the best of it. I shall answer the pater s letter civilly. He s evidently anxious to do the decent thing. But I do not intend to forget these Schlegels in a hurry. As long as they re on their best behaviour--Dolly, are you listening?--we ll be... | nastier if you d caught me flirting. Could he, diddums?"<|quote|>"We re in a bad hole, and must make the best of it. I shall answer the pater s letter civilly. He s evidently anxious to do the decent thing. But I do not intend to forget these Schlegels in a hurry. As long as they re on their best behaviour--Dolly, are ... | Uncle Percy." "Miss Schlegel always meant to get hold of Howards End, and, thanks to you, she s got it." "I call the way you twist things round and make them hang together most unfair. You couldn t have been nastier if you d caught me flirting. Could he, diddums?"<|quote|>"We re in a bad hole, and must make the best of... | the child. "It s all very well to turn the conversation, but father would never have dreamt of marrying as long as Evie was there to make him comfortable. But you must needs start match-making. Besides, Cahill s too old." "Of course, if you re going to be rude to Uncle Percy." "Miss Schlegel always meant to get hold of... | asked him while I was away? Who asked my sister down to meet him? Who sent them out in the motor day after day?" "Charles, that reminds me of some poem." "Does it indeed? We shall all be dancing to a very different music presently. Miss Schlegel has fairly got us on toast." "I could simply scratch that woman s eyes out... | her in his arms. She was startled, and nearly screamed, but recovered herself at once, and kissed with genuine love the lips that were pressed against her own. It was their first kiss, and when it was over he saw her safely to the door and rang the bell for her but disappeared into the night before the maid answered it... | indifferent, streaming away--streaming, streaming for ever. That s why I dread it so. I mistrust rivers, even in scenery. Now, the sea--" "High tide, yes." "Hoy toid"--from the promenading youths. "And these are the men to whom we give the vote," observed Mr. Wilcox, omitting to add that they were also the men to whom ... | after it were well lighted, but it was darker in Aunt Juley s garden. As they were going up by the side-paths, through some rhododendrons, Mr. Wilcox, who was in front, said "Margaret" rather huskily, turned, dropped his cigar, and took her in his arms. She was startled, and nearly screamed, but recovered herself at on... | Howards End |
The interlude closes. It has taken place in Charles s garden at Hilton. He and Dolly are sitting in deckchairs, and their motor is regarding them placidly from its garage across the lawn. A short-frocked edition of Charles also regards them placidly; a perambulator edition is squeaking; a third edition is expected shor... | No speaker | when the news reaches him."<|quote|>The interlude closes. It has taken place in Charles s garden at Hilton. He and Dolly are sitting in deckchairs, and their motor is regarding them placidly from its garage across the lawn. A short-frocked edition of Charles also regards them placidly; a perambulator edition is squeaki... | poor old Paul will say when the news reaches him."<|quote|>The interlude closes. It has taken place in Charles s garden at Hilton. He and Dolly are sitting in deckchairs, and their motor is regarding them placidly from its garage across the lawn. A short-frocked edition of Charles also regards them placidly; a perambul... | if I find them giving themselves airs or monopolising my father, or at all ill-treating him, or worrying him with their artistic beastliness, I intend to put my foot down, yes, firmly. Taking my mother s place! Heaven knows what poor old Paul will say when the news reaches him."<|quote|>The interlude closes. It has tak... | make the best of it. I shall answer the pater s letter civilly. He s evidently anxious to do the decent thing. But I do not intend to forget these Schlegels in a hurry. As long as they re on their best behaviour--Dolly, are you listening?--we ll behave, too. But if I find them giving themselves airs or monopolising my ... | turn the conversation, but father would never have dreamt of marrying as long as Evie was there to make him comfortable. But you must needs start match-making. Besides, Cahill s too old." "Of course, if you re going to be rude to Uncle Percy." "Miss Schlegel always meant to get hold of Howards End, and, thanks to you, ... | after her complaisance, for some interchange of gentle words. But he had hurried away as if ashamed, and for an instant she was reminded of Helen and Paul. CHAPTER XXI Charles had just been scolding his Dolly. She deserved the scolding, and had bent before it, but her head, though bloody was unsubdued and her chirrupin... | he accompanied her his letters would be late for the post. She implored him not to come, but he was obdurate. "A nice beginning, if your aunt saw you slip in alone!" "But I always do go about alone. Considering I ve walked over the Apennines, it s common sense. You will make me so angry. I don t the least take it as a ... | as if ashamed, and for an instant she was reminded of Helen and Paul. CHAPTER XXI Charles had just been scolding his Dolly. She deserved the scolding, and had bent before it, but her head, though bloody was unsubdued and her chirrupings began to mingle with his retreating thunder. "You ve waked the baby. I knew you wou... | Howards End |
"My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." | Henry | but replied with a laugh:<|quote|>"My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing."</|quote|>"It isn t frittering away | about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh:<|quote|>"My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing."</|quote|>"It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It | and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with ... | and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not in... | She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and t... | either aspect the glory of these outspread wings. The roads of his soul lie clear, and he and his friends shall find easy-going. It was hard-going in the roads of Mr. Wilcox s soul. From boyhood he had neglected them. "I am not a fellow who bothers about my own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; b... | and to say it s my fault is most unfair." "It s your fault, and five months ago you admitted it." "I didn t." "You did." "Tootle, tootle, playing on the pootle!" exclaimed Dolly, suddenly devoting herself to the child. "It s all very well to turn the conversation, but father would never have dreamt of marrying as long ... | he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or widower, he had always the sneaking belief that bodily passion is bad, a belief that is desirable only when held passionately. Religion had confirme... | Howards End |
"It isn t frittering away the strength," | Margaret | on that sort of thing."<|quote|>"It isn t frittering away the strength,"</|quote|>she protested. "It s enlarging | of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing."<|quote|>"It isn t frittering away the strength,"</|quote|>she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you | and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing."<|q... | she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greye... | of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message d... | his friends shall find easy-going. It was hard-going in the roads of Mr. Wilcox s soul. From boyhood he had neglected them. "I am not a fellow who bothers about my own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete a... | you admitted it." "I didn t." "You did." "Tootle, tootle, playing on the pootle!" exclaimed Dolly, suddenly devoting herself to the child. "It s all very well to turn the conversation, but father would never have dreamt of marrying as long as Evie was there to make him comfortable. But you must needs start match-making... | souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He could not be as the saints and love the Infinite with a seraphic ardour, but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trou... | Howards End |
she protested. | No speaker | t frittering away the strength,"<|quote|>she protested.</|quote|>"It s enlarging the space | sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength,"<|quote|>she protested.</|quote|>"It s enlarging the space in which you may be | conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength,... | reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the mi... | the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take th... | hard-going in the roads of Mr. Wilcox s soul. From boyhood he had neglected them. "I am not a fellow who bothers about my own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or wid... | did." "Tootle, tootle, playing on the pootle!" exclaimed Dolly, suddenly devoting herself to the child. "It s all very well to turn the conversation, but father would never have dreamt of marrying as long as Evie was there to make him comfortable. But you must needs start match-making. Besides, Cahill s too old." "Of c... | of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message d... | Howards End |
"It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." | Margaret | away the strength," she protested.<|quote|>"It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong."</|quote|>He answered: "You re a | thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested.<|quote|>"It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong."</|quote|>He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my | finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested.<|... | of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the col... | of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of ... | the roads of Mr. Wilcox s soul. From boyhood he had neglected them. "I am not a fellow who bothers about my own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or widower, he had a... | tootle, playing on the pootle!" exclaimed Dolly, suddenly devoting herself to the child. "It s all very well to turn the conversation, but father would never have dreamt of marrying as long as Evie was there to make him comfortable. But you must needs start match-making. Besides, Cahill s too old." "Of course, if you r... | he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or widower, he had always the sneaking belief that bodily passion is bad, a belief that is desirable only when held passionately. Religion had confirme... | Howards End |
He answered: | No speaker | which you may be strong."<|quote|>He answered:</|quote|>"You re a clever little | s enlarging the space in which you may be strong."<|quote|>He answered:</|quote|>"You re a clever little woman, but my motto s | scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong."<|quote|>He answered:</|quote|>"You re a clever... | there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--s... | both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be ... | neglected them. "I am not a fellow who bothers about my own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or widower, he had always the sneaking belief that bodily passion is bad... | the child. "It s all very well to turn the conversation, but father would never have dreamt of marrying as long as Evie was there to make him comfortable. But you must needs start match-making. Besides, Cahill s too old." "Of course, if you re going to be rude to Uncle Percy." "Miss Schlegel always meant to get hold of... | the building of the rainbow bridge that should connect the prose in us with the passion. Without it we are meaningless fragments, half monks, half beasts, unconnected arches that have never joined into a man. With it love is born, and alights on the highest curve, glowing against the grey, sober against the fire. Happy... | Howards End |
"You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." | Henry | may be strong." He answered:<|quote|>"You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate."</|quote|>And this morning he concentrated | the space in which you may be strong." He answered:<|quote|>"You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate."</|quote|>And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met | about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered:<|quote|>"You re a clever little woman, but my... | no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded... | be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and ... | "I am not a fellow who bothers about my own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or widower, he had always the sneaking belief that bodily passion is bad, a belief that ... | "It s all very well to turn the conversation, but father would never have dreamt of marrying as long as Evie was there to make him comfortable. But you must needs start match-making. Besides, Cahill s too old." "Of course, if you re going to be rude to Uncle Percy." "Miss Schlegel always meant to get hold of Howards En... | not a fellow who bothers about my own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or widower, he had always the sneaking belief that bodily passion is bad, a belief that is des... | Howards End |
And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. | No speaker | but my motto s Concentrate."<|quote|>And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled.</|quote|>"Here we ... | re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate."<|quote|>And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was s... | motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate."<|quote|>And this morning he concentrated ... | Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a la... | Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there... | Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or widower, he had always the sneaking belief that bodily passion is bad, a belief that is desirable only when held passionately. Religion ha... | would never have dreamt of marrying as long as Evie was there to make him comfortable. But you must needs start match-making. Besides, Cahill s too old." "Of course, if you re going to be rude to Uncle Percy." "Miss Schlegel always meant to get hold of Howards End, and, thanks to you, she s got it." "I call the way you... | its garage across the lawn. A short-frocked edition of Charles also regards them placidly; a perambulator edition is squeaking; a third edition is expected shortly. Nature is turning out Wilcoxes in this peaceful abode, so that they may inherit the earth. CHAPTER XXII Margaret greeted her lord with peculiar tenderness ... | Howards End |
"Here we all are!" | Margaret | since the affair was settled.<|quote|>"Here we all are!"</|quote|>she cried, and took him | who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled.<|quote|>"Here we all are!"</|quote|>she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her | but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled.<|quote|>"Here we all are!"... | replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this mornin... | bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or... | belief that is desirable only when held passionately. Religion had confirmed him. The words that were read aloud on Sunday to him and to other respectable men were the words that had once kindled the souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He could not be as the saints and love the... | hold of Howards End, and, thanks to you, she s got it." "I call the way you twist things round and make them hang together most unfair. You couldn t have been nastier if you d caught me flirting. Could he, diddums?" "We re in a bad hole, and must make the best of it. I shall answer the pater s letter civilly. He s evid... | It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen ... | Howards End |
she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. | No speaker | settled. "Here we all are!"<|quote|>she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other.</|quote|>"Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." | quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!"<|quote|>she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other.</|quote|>"Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." | Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!"<|quote|>she cried, and... | "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with... | and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not in... | only when held passionately. Religion had confirmed him. The words that were read aloud on Sunday to him and to other respectable men were the words that had once kindled the souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He could not be as the saints and love the Infinite with a seraphic... | and, thanks to you, she s got it." "I call the way you twist things round and make them hang together most unfair. You couldn t have been nastier if you d caught me flirting. Could he, diddums?" "We re in a bad hole, and must make the best of it. I shall answer the pater s letter civilly. He s evidently anxious to do t... | soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die.... | Howards End |
"Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." | Henry | sister s in the other.<|quote|>"Here we are. Good-morning, Helen."</|quote|>Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." | by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other.<|quote|>"Here we are. Good-morning, Helen."</|quote|>Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such | yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other.<|quote|>"Here we are. Good-morning, Helen."</|... | sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushe... | Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that ex... | Sunday to him and to other respectable men were the words that had once kindled the souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He could not be as the saints and love the Infinite with a seraphic ardour, but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it w... | round and make them hang together most unfair. You couldn t have been nastier if you d caught me flirting. Could he, diddums?" "We re in a bad hole, and must make the best of it. I shall answer the pater s letter civilly. He s evidently anxious to do the decent thing. But I do not intend to forget these Schlegels in a ... | help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love wil... | Howards End |
Helen replied, | No speaker | "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen."<|quote|>Helen replied,</|quote|>"Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she | sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen."<|quote|>Helen replied,</|quote|>"Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice | bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen."<|quote|>Helen replied,</|quote|>"Good-mor... | t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable an... | never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conve... | other respectable men were the words that had once kindled the souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He could not be as the saints and love the Infinite with a seraphic ardour, but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret... | together most unfair. You couldn t have been nastier if you d caught me flirting. Could he, diddums?" "We re in a bad hole, and must make the best of it. I shall answer the pater s letter civilly. He s evidently anxious to do the decent thing. But I do not intend to forget these Schlegels in a hurry. As long as they re... | Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or widower, he had always the sneaking belief that bodily passion is bad, a belief that is desirable only when held passionately. Religion ha... | Howards End |
"Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." | Helen | are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied,<|quote|>"Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox."</|quote|>"Henry, she has had such | in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied,<|quote|>"Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox."</|quote|>"Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the | inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied,<|quote|>"Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox."</|... | away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path wa... | however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the fin... | men were the words that had once kindled the souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He could not be as the saints and love the Infinite with a seraphic ardour, but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him... | unfair. You couldn t have been nastier if you d caught me flirting. Could he, diddums?" "We re in a bad hole, and must make the best of it. I shall answer the pater s letter civilly. He s evidently anxious to do the decent thing. But I do not intend to forget these Schlegels in a hurry. As long as they re on their best... | here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be... | Howards End |
"Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." | Margaret | Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young."</|quote|>"I have had a letter | "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young."</|quote|>"I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I | path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"Henry, she has had such ... | she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morn... | reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the mi... | words that had once kindled the souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He could not be as the saints and love the Infinite with a seraphic ardour, but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not ... | t have been nastier if you d caught me flirting. Could he, diddums?" "We re in a bad hole, and must make the best of it. I shall answer the pater s letter civilly. He s evidently anxious to do the decent thing. But I do not intend to forget these Schlegels in a hurry. As long as they re on their best behaviour--Dolly, ... | Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that ex... | Howards End |
"I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" | Henry | of his head was young."<|quote|>"I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you"</|quote|>"; for Leonard Bast was | sad moustache, but the back of his head was young."<|quote|>"I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you"</|quote|>"; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that | by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young."<|quote|>"I have had a letter too. Not a nic... | concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her siste... | that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concen... | Infinite with a seraphic ardour, but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul ... | pater s letter civilly. He s evidently anxious to do the decent thing. But I do not intend to forget these Schlegels in a hurry. As long as they re on their best behaviour--Dolly, are you listening?--we ll behave, too. But if I find them giving themselves airs or monopolising my father, or at all ill-treating him, or w... | a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of... | Howards End |
"; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. | No speaker | talk it over with you"<|quote|>"; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever.</|quote|>"Thanks to your hint, he | a nice one--I want to talk it over with you"<|quote|>"; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever.</|quote|>"Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the | "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you"<|quote|>"; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given... | inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, sh... | in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering awa... | amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the... | intend to forget these Schlegels in a hurry. As long as they re on their best behaviour--Dolly, are you listening?--we ll behave, too. But if I find them giving themselves airs or monopolising my father, or at all ill-treating him, or worrying him with their artistic beastliness, I intend to put my foot down, yes, firm... | that bodily passion is bad, a belief that is desirable only when held passionately. Religion had confirmed him. The words that were read aloud on Sunday to him and to other respectable men were the words that had once kindled the souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He could not... | Howards End |
"Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." | Margaret | sex was broken for ever.<|quote|>"Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion."</|quote|>"Not a bad business that | her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever.<|quote|>"Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion."</|quote|>"Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as | moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever.<|quote|>"Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion."</|quote|>"No... | "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." ... | replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this mornin... | gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect an... | if I find them giving themselves airs or monopolising my father, or at all ill-treating him, or worrying him with their artistic beastliness, I intend to put my foot down, yes, firmly. Taking my mother s place! Heaven knows what poor old Paul will say when the news reaches him." The interlude closes. It has taken place... | isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminde... | Howards End |
"Not a bad business that Porphyrion," | Henry | clearing out of the Porphyrion."<|quote|>"Not a bad business that Porphyrion,"</|quote|>he said absently, as he | to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion."<|quote|>"Not a bad business that Porphyrion,"</|quote|>he said absently, as he took his own letter out | had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion."<|quote|>"Not a bad business that Porphyrion,"</|quote|>he said absently, as ... | hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want t... | intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhod... | that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that i... | or at all ill-treating him, or worrying him with their artistic beastliness, I intend to put my foot down, yes, firmly. Taking my mother s place! Heaven knows what poor old Paul will say when the news reaches him." The interlude closes. It has taken place in Charles s garden at Hilton. He and Dolly are sitting in deckc... | He could not be as the saints and love the Infinite with a seraphic ardour, but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that w... | Howards End |
he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. | No speaker | a bad business that Porphyrion,"<|quote|>he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket.</|quote|>"Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, | out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion,"<|quote|>he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket.</|quote|>"Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on | nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion,"<|quote|>he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his... | the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for ... | on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight t... | soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die.... | worrying him with their artistic beastliness, I intend to put my foot down, yes, firmly. Taking my mother s place! Heaven knows what poor old Paul will say when the news reaches him." The interlude closes. It has taken place in Charles s garden at Hilton. He and Dolly are sitting in deckchairs, and their motor is regar... | but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That ... | Howards End |
"Not a BAD--" | Margaret | letter out of his pocket.<|quote|>"Not a BAD--"</|quote|>she exclaimed, dropping his hand. | as he took his own letter out of his pocket.<|quote|>"Not a BAD--"</|quote|>she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here | was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket.<|quote|>"Not a BAD--"</|quote|>she exclaimed, dropping his han... | she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broke... | protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning ... | whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the fo... | yes, firmly. Taking my mother s place! Heaven knows what poor old Paul will say when the news reaches him." The interlude closes. It has taken place in Charles s garden at Hilton. He and Dolly are sitting in deckchairs, and their motor is regarding them placidly from its garage across the lawn. A short-frocked edition ... | so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or widower, he had always the sneaking belief that bodily passion is bad, a belief that is desirable only when held passionately. Religion had confirmed him. The words that were read aloud on Sunday to him and to other respectable men ... | Howards End |
she exclaimed, dropping his hand. | No speaker | his pocket. "Not a BAD--"<|quote|>she exclaimed, dropping his hand.</|quote|>"Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here | his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--"<|quote|>she exclaimed, dropping his hand.</|quote|>"Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. | him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--"<|quote|>she exclaimed, dropping his hand.</|quote|>"Surely, on ... | such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. ... | enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with... | sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good ... | my mother s place! Heaven knows what poor old Paul will say when the news reaches him." The interlude closes. It has taken place in Charles s garden at Hilton. He and Dolly are sitting in deckchairs, and their motor is regarding them placidly from its garage across the lawn. A short-frocked edition of Charles also rega... | she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, th... | Howards End |
"Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" | Margaret | she exclaimed, dropping his hand.<|quote|>"Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--"</|quote|>"Here s our hostess. Good-morning, | his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand.<|quote|>"Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--"</|quote|>"Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, | given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand.<|quote|>"Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--"</|quote|... | the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he... | you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominousl... | and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications... | knows what poor old Paul will say when the news reaches him." The interlude closes. It has taken place in Charles s garden at Hilton. He and Dolly are sitting in deckchairs, and their motor is regarding them placidly from its garage across the lawn. A short-frocked edition of Charles also regards them placidly; a peram... | human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives... | Howards End |
"Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" | Henry | hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--"<|quote|>"Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?"</|quote|>"Not a BAD business?" "No. | BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--"<|quote|>"Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?"</|quote|>"Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards | the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--"<|quote|>"Here s our hostess. Good-mo... | Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the... | He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the af... | both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be ... | Paul will say when the news reaches him." The interlude closes. It has taken place in Charles s garden at Hilton. He and Dolly are sitting in deckchairs, and their motor is regarding them placidly from its garage across the lawn. A short-frocked edition of Charles also regards them placidly; a perambulator edition is s... | she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greye... | Howards End |
"Not a BAD business?" | Margaret | in England, don t we?"<|quote|>"Not a BAD business?"</|quote|>"No. My letter s about | we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?"<|quote|>"Not a BAD business?"</|quote|>"No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been | business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?"<|quo... | too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of ... | met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good... | beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never ... | and Dolly are sitting in deckchairs, and their motor is regarding them placidly from its garage across the lawn. A short-frocked edition of Charles also regards them placidly; a perambulator edition is squeaking; a third edition is expected shortly. Nature is turning out Wilcoxes in this peaceful abode, so that they ma... | Sunday to him and to other respectable men were the words that had once kindled the souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He could not be as the saints and love the Infinite with a seraphic ardour, but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it w... | Howards End |
"No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, S... | Henry | we?" "Not a BAD business?"<|quote|>"No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I m... | flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?"<|quote|>"No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, who... | said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?"<|quote|>"No.... | one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not... | of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen r... | robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepared, however mu... | in deckchairs, and their motor is regarding them placidly from its garage across the lawn. A short-frocked edition of Charles also regards them placidly; a perambulator edition is squeaking; a third edition is expected shortly. Nature is turning out Wilcoxes in this peaceful abode, so that they may inherit the earth. C... | little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all... | Howards End |
Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth s... | No speaker | that s better than subletting?"<|quote|>Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The wave... | Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?"<|quote|>Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be bui... | far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?"<|quote|>Helen had dropped her hand now,... | his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure ... | letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to y... | simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable v... | might yet be able to help him to the building of the rainbow bridge that should connect the prose in us with the passion. Without it we are meaningless fragments, half monks, half beasts, unconnected arches that have never joined into a man. With it love is born, and alights on the highest curve, glowing against the gr... | was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate.... | Howards End |
"When there is a sublet I find that damage--" | Henry | and hooting wildly for excursionists.<|quote|>"When there is a sublet I find that damage--"</|quote|>"Do excuse me, but about | drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists.<|quote|>"When there is a sublet I find that damage--"</|quote|>"Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t | was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists.<|quote|>"When th... | he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have... | Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in ... | no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the r... | outspread wings. The roads of his soul lie clear, and he and his friends shall find easy-going. It was hard-going in the roads of Mr. Wilcox s soul. From boyhood he had neglected them. "I am not a fellow who bothers about my own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to ch... | settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was... | Howards End |
"Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" | Margaret | sublet I find that damage--"<|quote|>"Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?"</|quote|>Her manner was so serious | excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--"<|quote|>"Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?"</|quote|>Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked | all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--"<|quote|>"Do excuse me, b... | suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just suc... | absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s ... | sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushe... | and he and his friends shall find easy-going. It was hard-going in the roads of Mr. Wilcox s soul. From boyhood he had neglected them. "I am not a fellow who bothers about my own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an i... | for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in... | Howards End |
Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. | No speaker | I just bother you, Henry?"<|quote|>Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted.</|quote|>"You said on Chelsea Embankment, | I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?"<|quote|>Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted.</|quote|>"You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a | The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?"<|quote|>Her manner was so ... | Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth s... | his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure ... | in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been... | s soul. From boyhood he had neglected them. "I am not a fellow who bothers about my own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or widower, he had always the sneaking belie... | vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "H... | Howards End |
"You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." | Margaret | little sharply what she wanted.<|quote|>"You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern."</|quote|>"A clerk who clears out | stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted.<|quote|>"You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern."</|quote|>"A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or | the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted.<|quote|>"You said on Chelsea Embankment, su... | seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wi... | Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me... | s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took ... | own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether as boy, husband, or widower, he had always the sneaking belief that bodily passion is bad, a belief that is desirable only when held passionately... | daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning... | Howards End |
"A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." | Henry | s not a bad concern."<|quote|>"A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him."</|quote|>"He has not done that. | and now you say it s not a bad concern."<|quote|>"A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him."</|quote|>"He has not done that. He s going into a | stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern."<|quote|>"A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, wit... | steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply... | him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole p... | ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad mo... | belief that bodily passion is bad, a belief that is desirable only when held passionately. Religion had confirmed him. The words that were read aloud on Sunday to him and to other respectable men were the words that had once kindled the souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He co... | scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, bu... | Howards End |
"He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" | Margaret | ve no pity for him."<|quote|>"He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?"</|quote|>"Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." | is a fool, and I ve no pity for him."<|quote|>"He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?"</|quote|>"Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" | clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him."<|quote|>"He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. ... | me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken o... | may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering... | are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was not... | him and to other respectable men were the words that had once kindled the souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He could not be as the saints and love the Infinite with a seraphic ardour, but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here th... | nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelse... | Howards End |
"Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." | Henry | Bank. Is that all right?"<|quote|>"Dempster! Why goodness me, yes."</|quote|>"More right than the Porphyrion?" | manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?"<|quote|>"Dempster! Why goodness me, yes."</|quote|>"More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as | a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?"<|quote|>"Dempster! Why goodness me, yes."</|quote|>"More right than the Porphyrion?... | Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for hi... | the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursi... | head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absen... | and love the Infinite with a seraphic ardour, but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and... | retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk... | Howards End |
"More right than the Porphyrion?" | Margaret | "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes."<|quote|>"More right than the Porphyrion?"</|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes; safe as | Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes."<|quote|>"More right than the Porphyrion?"</|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I | is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes."<|quote|>"More right than the Porphyrion?"</|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes; safe as hous... | was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s goin... | the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sub... | had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own l... | a seraphic ardour, but he could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. ... | this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, ret... | Howards End |
"Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." | Henry | "More right than the Porphyrion?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer."</|quote|>"Very many thanks. I m | "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer."</|quote|>"Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he | ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer."</|quote|>"Very... | we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camde... | must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do ex... | a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocke... | could be a little ashamed of loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the... | Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be bu... | Howards End |
"Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" | Margaret | yes, yes; safe as houses--safer."<|quote|>"Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?"</|quote|>"If he sublets, I shan | right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer."<|quote|>"Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?"</|quote|>"If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. | has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer."<|quote|>"Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you su... | out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s m... | centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion.... | it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclai... | loving a wife. Amabat, amare timebat. And it was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only co... | and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "I... | Howards End |
"If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pr... | Henry | I m sorry--if you sublet--?"<|quote|>"If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and... | as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?"<|quote|>"If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoi... | a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?"<|quote|>"If he sublets, I shan t h... | taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a b... | to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?"... | was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Ch... | was here that Margaret hoped to help him. It did not seem so difficult. She need trouble him with no gift of her own. She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both wil... | "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was ... | Howards End |
"I should enjoy that," | Margaret | and have lunch with Charles."<|quote|>"I should enjoy that,"</|quote|>said Margaret bravely. "What about | way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles."<|quote|>"I should enjoy that,"</|quote|>said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I | there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles."<|quote|>"I should enjoy that,"</|quote|>said Margaret brav... | all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be d... | said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pit... | we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another t... | height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. F... | and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked ... | Howards End |
said Margaret bravely. | No speaker | Charles." "I should enjoy that,"<|quote|>said Margaret bravely.</|quote|>"What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? | down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that,"<|quote|>said Margaret bravely.</|quote|>"What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well | may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that,"<|quote|>said Margaret bravely.</|quote|>"What about next ... | goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can ... | surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done... | flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I cons... | no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality i... | one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not... | Howards End |
"What about next Wednesday?" | Henry | enjoy that," said Margaret bravely.<|quote|>"What about next Wednesday?"</|quote|>"Wednesday? No, I couldn t | lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely.<|quote|>"What about next Wednesday?"</|quote|>"Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley | for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely.<|quote|>"What about next Wednesday?"</|quote|>... | "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For ins... | was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s goin... | don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may... | connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for whic... | think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves ... | Howards End |
"Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." | Margaret | bravely. "What about next Wednesday?"<|quote|>"Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least."</|quote|>"But you can give that | should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?"<|quote|>"Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least."</|quote|>"But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, | can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?"<|quote|>"Wednesday? No, I couldn t w... | Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t wa... | so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Ca... | a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agre... | and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. Nor was the message difficult to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepar... | sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her h... | Howards End |
"But you can give that up now." | Henry | here another week at least."<|quote|>"But you can give that up now."</|quote|>"Er--no," said Margaret, after a | Juley expects us to stop here another week at least."<|quote|>"But you can give that up now."</|quote|>"Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that | the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least."<|quote|>"But you can give that up now."</|quote|>... | shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. W... | now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Ba... | it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now... | to give. It need not take the form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and ther... | and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked ... | Howards End |
"Er--no," | Margaret | can give that up now."<|quote|>"Er--no,"</|quote|>said Margaret, after a moment | week at least." "But you can give that up now."<|quote|>"Er--no,"</|quote|>said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll | pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now."<|quote|>"Er--no,"</|quote|>said Margaret, after... | theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch wi... | bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?"... | shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past ... | form of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He n... | you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clea... | Howards End |
said Margaret, after a moment s thought. | No speaker | give that up now." "Er--no,"<|quote|>said Margaret, after a moment s thought.</|quote|>"Oh, that ll be all | at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no,"<|quote|>said Margaret, after a moment s thought.</|quote|>"Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to | in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no,"<|quote|>said Margaret, after a moment s thou... | there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Char... | concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "De... | give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the wh... | of a good "talking." By quiet indications the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never ... | drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Emban... | Howards End |
"Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." | Henry | after a moment s thought.<|quote|>"Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her."</|quote|>"This visit is a high | up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought.<|quote|>"Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her."</|quote|>"This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on | and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought.<|quote|>"Oh, that ll be all righ... | at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Ma... | any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More ... | in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the hous... | the bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile... | concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "De... | Howards End |
"This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." | Margaret | I ll speak to her."<|quote|>"This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten."</|quote|>... | that ll be all right. I ll speak to her."<|quote|>"This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay th... | bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her."<|quote|>"This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt cou... | done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? ... | first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer.... | he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have... | But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or that Tibby was not interested in currant plantations; h... | drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Emban... | Howards End |
"But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." | Henry | t stay the full ten."<|quote|>"But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother."</|quote|>"Henry, I won t go. | so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten."<|quote|>"But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother."</|quote|>"Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You | aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten."<|quote|>"But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother."</|quote|>"Henry, ... | I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for... | yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-e... | have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse ... | he never noticed the lights and shades that exist in the greyest conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strengt... | t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may can... | Howards End |
"Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." | Margaret | her. Don t you bother."<|quote|>"Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me."</|quote|>"You want to see the | ll say a word to her. Don t you bother."<|quote|>"Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me."</|quote|>"You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve | down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother."<|quote|>"Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me."</|quote|>"You want to see the house, thoug... | here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely know... | sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some ti... | Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you,... | conversation, the finger-posts, the milestones, the collisions, the illimitable views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength,... | just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel ... | Howards End |
"You want to see the house, though?" | Henry | go. Don t bully me."<|quote|>"You want to see the house, though?"</|quote|>"Very much--I ve heard so | bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me."<|quote|>"You want to see the house, though?"</|quote|>"Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way | knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me."<|quote|>"You want to see the house, though?"</|quote|>"Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the... | that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. ... | same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down ... | were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he st... | views. Once--on another occasion--she scolded him about it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answe... | the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hootin... | Howards End |
"Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" | Margaret | to see the house, though?"<|quote|>"Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?"</|quote|>"PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew | t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?"<|quote|>"Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?"</|quote|>"PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What | her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?"<|quote|>"Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wyc... | a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if... | no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should ... | a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wan... | it. He was puzzled, but replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Conce... | am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and ... | Howards End |
"PIGS TEETH?" | Henry | pigs teeth in the wych-elm?"<|quote|>"PIGS TEETH?"</|quote|>"And you chew the bark | the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?"<|quote|>"PIGS TEETH?"</|quote|>"And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum | ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?"<|quote|>"PIGS TEETH?"</|quote|>"And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notio... | My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Do... | compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that.... | find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes... | strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the d... | without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?... | Howards End |
"And you chew the bark for toothache." | Margaret | in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?"<|quote|>"And you chew the bark for toothache."</|quote|>"What a rum notion! Of | Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?"<|quote|>"And you chew the bark for toothache."</|quote|>"What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have | I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?"<|quote|>"And you chew the bark for toothache."</|quote|>"What a rum notion! Of cours... | counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bull... | instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expe... | damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morn... | that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the ... | branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in prac... | Howards End |
"What a rum notion! Of course not!" | Henry | chew the bark for toothache."<|quote|>"What a rum notion! Of course not!"</|quote|>"Perhaps I have confused it | wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache."<|quote|>"What a rum notion! Of course not!"</|quote|>"Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There | Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache."<|quote|>"What a rum notion! Of course not!"</|quote|>"Perhaps I have ... | turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house,... | wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at l... | Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now... | frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and ... | our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I shall give him permission. There was no claus... | Howards End |
"Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." | Margaret | rum notion! Of course not!"<|quote|>"Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems."</|quote|>But he left her to | bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!"<|quote|>"Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems."</|quote|>But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice | t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!"<|quote|>"Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There ar... | she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so ... | and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no,"... | just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A cl... | s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was wi... | our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch ... | Howards End |
But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. | No speaker | trees in England, it seems."<|quote|>But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen.</|quote|>"Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the | a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems."<|quote|>But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen.</|quote|>"Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went | way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems."<|quote|>But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, who... | she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for... | "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is ... | said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pit... | Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took hi... | clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The sala... | Howards End |
"Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" | Helen | be intercepted himself by Helen.<|quote|>"Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--"</|quote|>she began and went scarlet | heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen.<|quote|>"Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--"</|quote|>she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It | a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen.<|quote|>"Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--"</... | t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some... | us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she sc... | morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he ho... | inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, sh... | give him permission. There was no clause in the agreement. In my opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the wh... | Howards End |
she began and went scarlet all over her face. | No speaker | Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--"<|quote|>she began and went scarlet all over her face.</|quote|>"It s all right," called | intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--"<|quote|>she began and went scarlet all over her face.</|quote|>"It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster | "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--"<|quote|>she began and went scarlet all ... | t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still ... | at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we c... | advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of D... | in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the q... | centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion.... | Howards End |
"It s all right," | Margaret | scarlet all over her face.<|quote|>"It s all right,"</|quote|>called Margaret, catching them up. | Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face.<|quote|>"It s all right,"</|quote|>called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." | There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face.<|quote|>"It s all right,"</|quote|>called M... | see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in En... | "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one d... | bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?"... | had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had... | I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for... | Howards End |
called Margaret, catching them up. | No speaker | face. "It s all right,"<|quote|>called Margaret, catching them up.</|quote|>"Dempster s Bank s better." | went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right,"<|quote|>called Margaret, catching them up.</|quote|>"Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told | great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right,"<|quote|>called Margaret, catching them up.<... | "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he... | a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if... | who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodnes... | since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the... | a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if... | Howards End |
"Dempster s Bank s better." | Margaret | called Margaret, catching them up.<|quote|>"Dempster s Bank s better."</|quote|>"But I think you told | face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up.<|quote|>"Dempster s Bank s better."</|quote|>"But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, | in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up.<|quote|>"Dempster s Bank s better."</... | much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs... | that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full t... | concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More righ... | "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." ... | Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special f... | Howards End |
"But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." | Helen | "Dempster s Bank s better."<|quote|>"But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas."</|quote|>"Did I? It was still | called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better."<|quote|>"But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas."</|quote|>"Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and | he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better."<|quote|>"But I think you told us the... | or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice cou... | I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a w... | securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, ... | cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter to... | all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be d... | Howards End |
"Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." | Henry | and would smash before Christmas."<|quote|>"Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now."</|quote|>"In other words, Mr. Bast | us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas."<|quote|>"Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now."</|quote|>"In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." | to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas."<|quote|>"Did I? It was still out... | chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilco... | it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "Yo... | him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you ... | we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was ... | was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s goin... | Howards End |
"In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." | Helen | came in--safe as houses now."<|quote|>"In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it."</|quote|>"No, the fellow needn t." | take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now."<|quote|>"In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it."</|quote|>"No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started | s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now."<|quote|>"In other words, Mr. Bast need n... | are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them ... | can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the... | but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage do... | Do you remember him? He had a sad moustache, but the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the... | that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full t... | Howards End |
"No, the fellow needn t." | Henry | need never have left it."<|quote|>"No, the fellow needn t."</|quote|>"--and needn t have started | "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it."<|quote|>"No, the fellow needn t."</|quote|>"--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly | Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it."<|quote|>"No, the fellow needn t."</|quote|>"--and... | it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told... | day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the... | Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things ... | the back of his head was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion... | any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More ... | Howards End |
"--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." | Helen | "No, the fellow needn t."<|quote|>"--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary."</|quote|>"He only says reduced," corrected | need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t."<|quote|>"--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary."</|quote|>"He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With | think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t."<|quote|>"--and needn t have started life elsew... | her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was ... | so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." ... | Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money ... | was young." "I have had a letter too. Not a nice one--I want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, ... | s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a... | Howards End |
"He only says reduced," | Margaret | at a greatly reduced salary."<|quote|>"He only says reduced,"</|quote|>corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. | t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary."<|quote|>"He only says reduced,"</|quote|>corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, | Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary."<|quote|>"He only says reduced,"</|quot... | distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still o... | ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I ... | safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt.... | want to talk it over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD-... | moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I... | Howards End |
corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. | No speaker | salary." "He only says reduced,"<|quote|>corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead.</|quote|>"With a man so poor, | elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced,"<|quote|>corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead.</|quote|>"With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. | was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced,"<|quote|>corrected Margaret, seeing tr... | himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and ... | to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused ... | many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must g... | over with you" "; for Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed... | clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says.... | Howards End |
"With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." | Helen | corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead.<|quote|>"With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune."</|quote|>Mr. Wilcox, intent on his | salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead.<|quote|>"With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune."</|quote|>Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was | Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead.<|quote|>"With a man so p... | Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies... | bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other... | you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place som... | Leonard Bast was nothing to him now that she had given him her word; the triangle of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "... | it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "Yo... | Howards End |
Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: | No speaker | consider it a deplorable misfortune."<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say:</|quote|>"What? What s that? Do | reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune."<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say:</|quote|>"What? What s that? Do you mean that I m | words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune."<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox, i... | right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left... | though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems... | be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I shou... | of sex was broken for ever. "Thanks to your hint, he s clearing out of the Porphyrion." "Not a bad business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fin... | Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things ... | Howards End |
"What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" | Henry | last remark made him say:<|quote|>"What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?"</|quote|>"You re ridiculous, Helen." "You | going steadily on, but the last remark made him say:<|quote|>"What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?"</|quote|>"You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked | at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say:<|quote|>"What? What s th... | bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only s... | the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be interc... | money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t wel... | business that Porphyrion," he said absently, as he took his own letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not... | a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere... | Howards End |
"You re ridiculous, Helen." | Margaret | mean that I m responsible?"<|quote|>"You re ridiculous, Helen."</|quote|>"You seem to think--" He | What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?"<|quote|>"You re ridiculous, Helen."</|quote|>"You seem to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let | seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?"<|quote|>"You re ridiculous, Helen."</|quote... | outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With... | "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she... | wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at l... | letter out of his pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has ... | in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?" "Dempster! Why goodness me, yes." "More right than the Porphyrion?" "Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses--safer." "Very many thanks. I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same co... | Howards End |
"You seem to think--" | Henry | responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen."<|quote|>"You seem to think--"</|quote|>He looked at his watch. | you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen."<|quote|>"You seem to think--"</|quote|>He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point | a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen."<|quote|>"You seem to think--"</|quote|>He l... | and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every red... | Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scar... | we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now.... | pocket. "Not a BAD--" she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroa... | there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about ... | Howards End |
He looked at his watch. | No speaker | Helen." "You seem to think--"<|quote|>He looked at his watch.</|quote|>"Let me explain the point | m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--"<|quote|>He looked at his watch.</|quote|>"Let me explain the point to you. It is like | every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--"<|quote|>He looked at his watch.</|qu... | rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be g... | I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "I... | see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," sai... | she exclaimed, dropping his hand. "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet... | I m sorry--if you sublet--?" "If he sublets, I shan t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the... | Howards End |
"Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succ... | Henry | He looked at his watch.<|quote|>"Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring.... | Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch.<|quote|>"Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I ca... | I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch.<|quote|>"Let me explain the point to you. I... | in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable... | some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called M... | time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a mom... | "Surely, on Chelsea Embankment--" "Here s our hostess. Good-morning, Mrs. Munt. Fine rhododendrons. Good-morning, Frau Liesecke; we manage to grow flowers in England, don t we?" "Not a BAD business?" "No. My letter s about Howards End. Bryce has been ordered abroad, and wants to sublet it--I am far from sure that I sha... | another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Fri... | Howards End |
"Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." | Helen | am trying. My dear Helen--"<|quote|>"Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine."</|quote|>"I am grieved for your | me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--"<|quote|>"Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine."</|quote|>"I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all | by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--"<|quote|>"Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine... | mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you... | "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing... | it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "Yo... | I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a wateri... | in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh... | Howards End |
"I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." | Henry | money has less--that s mine."<|quote|>"I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life."</|quote|>"A man who had little | A man who had little money has less--that s mine."<|quote|>"I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life."</|quote|>"A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, | all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine."<|quote|>"I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s par... | looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not s... | policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I... | our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about i... | than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and... | that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. ... | Howards End |
"A man who had little money--" | Helen | of the battle of life."<|quote|>"A man who had little money--"</|quote|>she repeated, "has less, owing | s work. It s part of the battle of life."<|quote|>"A man who had little money--"</|quote|>she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances | that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life."<|quote|>"A man who had little money--"</|quote|>she repeated, "has less, owing to ... | is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen... | "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last re... | so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." ... | house. Beneath them was the bourgeois little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionis... | shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to st... | Howards End |
she repeated, | No speaker | man who had little money--"<|quote|>she repeated,</|quote|>"has less, owing to us. | the battle of life." "A man who had little money--"<|quote|>she repeated,</|quote|>"has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider | and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--"<|quote|>she repeated,</|quote|>"has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I con... | ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had li... | elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s ... | stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! ... | little bay, which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find tha... | thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t s... | Howards End |
"has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." | Helen | had little money--" she repeated,<|quote|>"has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression."</|quote|>"Oh come, come!" he protested | of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated,<|quote|>"has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression."</|quote|>"Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to | am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated,<|quote|>"has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battl... | keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little mone... | a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you ... | full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course... | which must have yearned all through the centuries for just such a watering-place as Swanage to be built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" ... | can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do t... | Howards End |
"Oh come, come!" | Henry | of life a happy expression."<|quote|>"Oh come, come!"</|quote|>he protested pleasantly, "you re | circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression."<|quote|>"Oh come, come!"</|quote|>he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one | s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression."<|quote|>"Oh come, come!"</|quote|>he protested pleasantly, "you re n... | am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s p... | poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let m... | t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still ... | built on its margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her m... | I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a w... | Howards End |
he protested pleasantly, | No speaker | happy expression." "Oh come, come!"<|quote|>he protested pleasantly,</|quote|>"you re not to blame. | the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!"<|quote|>he protested pleasantly,</|quote|>"you re not to blame. No one s to blame." | am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!"<|quote|>he protested pleasantly,</|quote|>"you re not to blame.... | I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the bat... | must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to... | t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great nu... | margin. The waves were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so ... | down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. ... | Howards End |
"you re not to blame. No one s to blame." | Henry | come, come!" he protested pleasantly,<|quote|>"you re not to blame. No one s to blame."</|quote|>"Is no one to blame | life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly,<|quote|>"you re not to blame. No one s to blame."</|quote|>"Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t | your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly,<|quote|>"you re not to blame. No one s to blame."</|q... | get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of li... | I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is lik... | "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacre... | were colourless, and the Bournemouth steamer gave a further touch of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he st... | all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, ... | Howards End |
"Is no one to blame for anything?" | Helen | No one s to blame."<|quote|>"Is no one to blame for anything?"</|quote|>"I wouldn t say that, | "you re not to blame. No one s to blame."<|quote|>"Is no one to blame for anything?"</|quote|>"I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it | work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame."<|quote|>"Is no one to blame for anything?"</|quote... | I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repea... | his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conduct... | heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to inte... | of insipidity, drawn up against the pier and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said o... | I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy that," said Margaret bravely. "What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to ... | Howards End |
"I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?" | Henry | one to blame for anything?"<|quote|>"I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?"</|quote|>"We have told you about | s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?"<|quote|>"I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?"</|quote|>"We have told you about the fellow twice already," said | of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?"<|quote|>"I wouldn t say that, but you re taki... | only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Un... | steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to... | or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice cou... | and hooting wildly for excursionists. "When there is a sublet I find that damage--" "Do excuse me, but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was... | I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is lik... | Howards End |
"We have told you about the fellow twice already," | Helen | seriously. Who is this fellow?"<|quote|>"We have told you about the fellow twice already,"</|quote|>said Helen. "You have even | re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?"<|quote|>"We have told you about the fellow twice already,"</|quote|>said Helen. "You have even met the fellow. He is | circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?"<|quote|>"We have told you about the fellow twice alre... | your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come... | I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was boun... | bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about ... | but about the Porphyrion. I don t feel easy--might I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our a... | salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m resp... | Howards End |
said Helen. | No speaker | about the fellow twice already,"<|quote|>said Helen.</|quote|>"You have even met the | fellow?" "We have told you about the fellow twice already,"<|quote|>said Helen.</|quote|>"You have even met the fellow. He is very poor | expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?" "We have told you about the fellow twice already,"<|quote|>said Helen.</|quote|>"You have even met the fe... | less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to ... | to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff R... | not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all ov... | I just bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A ... | Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our spec... | Howards End |
"You have even met the fellow. He is very poor and his wife is an extravagant imbecile. He is capable of better things. We--we, the upper classes--thought we would help him from the height of our superior knowledge--and here s the result!" | Helen | fellow twice already," said Helen.<|quote|>"You have even met the fellow. He is very poor and his wife is an extravagant imbecile. He is capable of better things. We--we, the upper classes--thought we would help him from the height of our superior knowledge--and here s the result!"</|quote|>He raised his finger. "Now, | have told you about the fellow twice already," said Helen.<|quote|>"You have even met the fellow. He is very poor and his wife is an extravagant imbecile. He is capable of better things. We--we, the upper classes--thought we would help him from the height of our superior knowledge--and here s the result!"</|quote|>He r... | come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?" "We have told you about the fellow twice already," said Helen.<|quote|>"You have even met the fellow. He is very poor and ... | mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one... | He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am no... | I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "I... | bother you, Henry?" Her manner was so serious that he stopped, and asked her a little sharply what she wanted. "You said on Chelsea Embankment, surely, that it was a bad concern, so we advised this clerk to clear out. He writes this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk w... | I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps ... | Howards End |
He raised his finger. | No speaker | knowledge--and here s the result!"<|quote|>He raised his finger.</|quote|>"Now, a word of advice." | the height of our superior knowledge--and here s the result!"<|quote|>He raised his finger.</|quote|>"Now, a word of advice." "I require no more advice." | you about the fellow twice already," said Helen. "You have even met the fellow. He is very poor and his wife is an extravagant imbecile. He is capable of better things. We--we, the upper classes--thought we would help him from the height of our superior knowledge--and here s the result!"<|quote|>He raised his finger.</... | the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?" "We have told you about the fellow twice already," said Helen. "You have even ... | to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is a... | Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take... | this morning that he s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but ... | Mr. Bast need never have left it." "No, the fellow needn t." "--and needn t have started life elsewhere at a greatly reduced salary." "He only says reduced," corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his bu... | Howards End |
"Now, a word of advice." | Henry | result!" He raised his finger.<|quote|>"Now, a word of advice."</|quote|>"I require no more advice." | superior knowledge--and here s the result!" He raised his finger.<|quote|>"Now, a word of advice."</|quote|>"I require no more advice." "A word of advice. Don | twice already," said Helen. "You have even met the fellow. He is very poor and his wife is an extravagant imbecile. He is capable of better things. We--we, the upper classes--thought we would help him from the height of our superior knowledge--and here s the result!" He raised his finger.<|quote|>"Now, a word of advice... | a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?" "We have told you about the fellow twice already," said Helen. "You have even met the fellow. He ... | to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s wo... | about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately... | s taken our advice, and now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a... | here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely know... | Howards End |
"I require no more advice." | Helen | "Now, a word of advice."<|quote|>"I require no more advice."</|quote|>"A word of advice. Don | result!" He raised his finger. "Now, a word of advice."<|quote|>"I require no more advice."</|quote|>"A word of advice. Don t take up that sentimental | have even met the fellow. He is very poor and his wife is an extravagant imbecile. He is capable of better things. We--we, the upper classes--thought we would help him from the height of our superior knowledge--and here s the result!" He raised his finger. "Now, a word of advice."<|quote|>"I require no more advice."</|... | come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?" "We have told you about the fellow twice already," said Helen. "You have even met the fellow. He is very poor and his wife is an... | all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the... | and went scarlet all over her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." ... | now you say it s not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Ba... | Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with ... | Howards End |
"A word of advice. Don t take up that sentimental attitude over the poor. See that she doesn t, Margaret. The poor are poor, and one s sorry for them, but there it is. As civilisation moves forward, the shoe is bound to pinch in places, and it s absurd to pretend that any one is responsible personally. Neither you, nor... | Henry | "I require no more advice."<|quote|>"A word of advice. Don t take up that sentimental attitude over the poor. See that she doesn t, Margaret. The poor are poor, and one s sorry for them, but there it is. As civilisation moves forward, the shoe is bound to pinch in places, and it s absurd to pretend that any one is resp... | "Now, a word of advice." "I require no more advice."<|quote|>"A word of advice. Don t take up that sentimental attitude over the poor. See that she doesn t, Margaret. The poor are poor, and one s sorry for them, but there it is. As civilisation moves forward, the shoe is bound to pinch in places, and it s absurd to pre... | He is very poor and his wife is an extravagant imbecile. He is capable of better things. We--we, the upper classes--thought we would help him from the height of our superior knowledge--and here s the result!" He raised his finger. "Now, a word of advice." "I require no more advice."<|quote|>"A word of advice. Don t tak... | re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?" "We have told you about the fellow twice already," said Helen. "You have even met the fellow. He is very poor and his wife is an extravagant imbecile. He is capable ... | into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life."... | her face. "It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, and would smash before Christmas." "Did I? It was still outside the Tariff Ring, and had to take rotten policies. Lately it came in--safe as houses now." "In other words, Mr. Bast ... | not a bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all r... | corrected Margaret, seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Hel... | Howards End |
Helen quivered with indignation. | No speaker | might easily have been worse."<|quote|>Helen quivered with indignation.</|quote|>"By all means subscribe to | can help it; and it might easily have been worse."<|quote|>Helen quivered with indignation.</|quote|>"By all means subscribe to charities--subscribe to them largely--but don | one is responsible personally. Neither you, nor I, nor my informant, nor the man who informed him, nor the directors of the Porphyrion, are to blame for this clerk s loss of salary. It s just the shoe pinching--no one can help it; and it might easily have been worse."<|quote|>Helen quivered with indignation.</|quote|>"... | Don t take up that sentimental attitude over the poor. See that she doesn t, Margaret. The poor are poor, and one s sorry for them, but there it is. As civilisation moves forward, the shoe is bound to pinch in places, and it s absurd to pretend that any one is responsible personally. Neither you, nor I, nor my informan... | No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?" "We have told you about the fellow twice already," said Helen. "You have even met the fellow. He is very poor and his wife is an extravagant imbecile. He is capable of better things.... | misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume,... | should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." ... | had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who ... | Howards End |
"By all means subscribe to charities--subscribe to them largely--but don t get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a good deal behind the scenes, and you can take it from me that there is no Social Question--except for a few journalists who try to get a living out of the phrase. There are just rich a... | Henry | worse." Helen quivered with indignation.<|quote|>"By all means subscribe to charities--subscribe to them largely--but don t get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a good deal behind the scenes, and you can take it from me that there is no Social Question--except for a few journalists who try to get ... | it might easily have been worse." Helen quivered with indignation.<|quote|>"By all means subscribe to charities--subscribe to them largely--but don t get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a good deal behind the scenes, and you can take it from me that there is no Social Question--except for a few j... | Neither you, nor I, nor my informant, nor the man who informed him, nor the directors of the Porphyrion, are to blame for this clerk s loss of salary. It s just the shoe pinching--no one can help it; and it might easily have been worse." Helen quivered with indignation.<|quote|>"By all means subscribe to charities--sub... | that sentimental attitude over the poor. See that she doesn t, Margaret. The poor are poor, and one s sorry for them, but there it is. As civilisation moves forward, the shoe is bound to pinch in places, and it s absurd to pretend that any one is responsible personally. Neither you, nor I, nor my informant, nor the man... | blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?" "We have told you about the fellow twice already," said Helen. "You have even met the fellow. He is very poor and his wife is an extravagant imbecile. He is capable of better things. We--we, the... | on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think--" He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is cond... | damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs--Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It s pretty in its way. We ll motor down and have lunch with Charles." "I should enjoy th... | seeing trouble ahead. "With a man so poor, every reduction must be great. I consider it a deplorable misfortune." Mr. Wilcox, intent on his business with Mrs. Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What s that? Do you mean that I m responsible?" "You re ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to th... | Howards End |
"I didn t say--" | Helen | when men have been equal--"<|quote|>"I didn t say--"</|quote|>"Point me out a time | Point me out a time when men have been equal--"<|quote|>"I didn t say--"</|quote|>"Point me out a time when desire for equality has | can take it from me that there is no Social Question--except for a few journalists who try to get a living out of the phrase. There are just rich and poor, as there always have been and always will be. Point me out a time when men have been equal--"<|quote|>"I didn t say--"</|quote|>"Point me out a time when desire for... | s just the shoe pinching--no one can help it; and it might easily have been worse." Helen quivered with indignation. "By all means subscribe to charities--subscribe to them largely--but don t get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a good deal behind the scenes, and you can take it from me that there... | his finger. "Now, a word of advice." "I require no more advice." "A word of advice. Don t take up that sentimental attitude over the poor. See that she doesn t, Margaret. The poor are poor, and one s sorry for them, but there it is. As civilisation moves forward, the shoe is bound to pinch in places, and it s absurd to... | was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in th... | to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarc... | Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for y... | Howards End |
"Point me out a time when desire for equality has made them happier. No, no. You can t. There always have been rich and poor. I m no fatalist. Heaven forbid! But our civilisation is moulded by great impersonal forces" | Henry | equal--" "I didn t say--"<|quote|>"Point me out a time when desire for equality has made them happier. No, no. You can t. There always have been rich and poor. I m no fatalist. Heaven forbid! But our civilisation is moulded by great impersonal forces"</|quote|>(his voice grew complacent; it | time when men have been equal--" "I didn t say--"<|quote|>"Point me out a time when desire for equality has made them happier. No, no. You can t. There always have been rich and poor. I m no fatalist. Heaven forbid! But our civilisation is moulded by great impersonal forces"</|quote|>(his voice grew complacent; it alwa... | me that there is no Social Question--except for a few journalists who try to get a living out of the phrase. There are just rich and poor, as there always have been and always will be. Point me out a time when men have been equal--" "I didn t say--"<|quote|>"Point me out a time when desire for equality has made them ha... | pinching--no one can help it; and it might easily have been worse." Helen quivered with indignation. "By all means subscribe to charities--subscribe to them largely--but don t get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a good deal behind the scenes, and you can take it from me that there is no Social Qu... | word of advice." "I require no more advice." "A word of advice. Don t take up that sentimental attitude over the poor. See that she doesn t, Margaret. The poor are poor, and one s sorry for them, but there it is. As civilisation moves forward, the shoe is bound to pinch in places, and it s absurd to pretend that any on... | I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolvency, and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s... | week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and... | to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succeed, but it is the only thing that will save me from insolve... | Howards End |
(his voice grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated the personal), | No speaker | moulded by great impersonal forces"<|quote|>(his voice grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated the personal),</|quote|>"and there always will be | forbid! But our civilisation is moulded by great impersonal forces"<|quote|>(his voice grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated the personal),</|quote|>"and there always will be rich and poor. You can | time when men have been equal--" "I didn t say--" "Point me out a time when desire for equality has made them happier. No, no. You can t. There always have been rich and poor. I m no fatalist. Heaven forbid! But our civilisation is moulded by great impersonal forces"<|quote|>(his voice grew complacent; it always did wh... | deal behind the scenes, and you can take it from me that there is no Social Question--except for a few journalists who try to get a living out of the phrase. There are just rich and poor, as there always have been and always will be. Point me out a time when men have been equal--" "I didn t say--" "Point me out a time ... | it is. As civilisation moves forward, the shoe is bound to pinch in places, and it s absurd to pretend that any one is responsible personally. Neither you, nor I, nor my informant, nor the man who informed him, nor the directors of the Porphyrion, are to blame for this clerk s loss of salary. It s just the shoe pinchin... | that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come,... | year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You w... | a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it far too seriously. Who is this fellow?" "We have told you about the fellow twice already," said Helen. "You have even met the fellow. He ... | Howards End |
"and there always will be rich and poor. You can t deny it" | Henry | when he eliminated the personal),<|quote|>"and there always will be rich and poor. You can t deny it"</|quote|>(and now it was a | grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated the personal),<|quote|>"and there always will be rich and poor. You can t deny it"</|quote|>(and now it was a respectful voice)--" "and you can | out a time when desire for equality has made them happier. No, no. You can t. There always have been rich and poor. I m no fatalist. Heaven forbid! But our civilisation is moulded by great impersonal forces" (his voice grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated the personal),<|quote|>"and there always will be ri... | there is no Social Question--except for a few journalists who try to get a living out of the phrase. There are just rich and poor, as there always have been and always will be. Point me out a time when men have been equal--" "I didn t say--" "Point me out a time when desire for equality has made them happier. No, no. Y... | in places, and it s absurd to pretend that any one is responsible personally. Neither you, nor I, nor my informant, nor the man who informed him, nor the directors of the Porphyrion, are to blame for this clerk s loss of salary. It s just the shoe pinching--no one can help it; and it might easily have been worse." Hele... | mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one... | invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much... | of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re taking it fa... | Howards End |
(and now it was a respectful voice)--" | No speaker | You can t deny it"<|quote|>(and now it was a respectful voice)--"</|quote|>"and you can t deny | will be rich and poor. You can t deny it"<|quote|>(and now it was a respectful voice)--"</|quote|>"and you can t deny that, in spite of all, | You can t. There always have been rich and poor. I m no fatalist. Heaven forbid! But our civilisation is moulded by great impersonal forces" (his voice grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated the personal), "and there always will be rich and poor. You can t deny it"<|quote|>(and now it was a respectful voice)... | a living out of the phrase. There are just rich and poor, as there always have been and always will be. Point me out a time when men have been equal--" "I didn t say--" "Point me out a time when desire for equality has made them happier. No, no. You can t. There always have been rich and poor. I m no fatalist. Heaven f... | personally. Neither you, nor I, nor my informant, nor the man who informed him, nor the directors of the Porphyrion, are to blame for this clerk s loss of salary. It s just the shoe pinching--no one can help it; and it might easily have been worse." Helen quivered with indignation. "By all means subscribe to charities-... | day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn... | on her hands. I missed one day, and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIG... | "Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage. The Porphyrion, according to you, was bound to say, I am trying all I can to get into the Tariff Ring. I am not sure that I shall succ... | Howards End |
"and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." | Henry | it was a respectful voice)--"<|quote|>"and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward."</|quote|>"Owing to God, I suppose," | t deny it" (and now it was a respectful voice)--"<|quote|>"and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward."</|quote|>"Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at | rich and poor. I m no fatalist. Heaven forbid! But our civilisation is moulded by great impersonal forces" (his voice grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated the personal), "and there always will be rich and poor. You can t deny it" (and now it was a respectful voice)--"<|quote|>"and you can t deny that, in s... | are just rich and poor, as there always have been and always will be. Point me out a time when men have been equal--" "I didn t say--" "Point me out a time when desire for equality has made them happier. No, no. You can t. There always have been rich and poor. I m no fatalist. Heaven forbid! But our civilisation is mou... | informant, nor the man who informed him, nor the directors of the Porphyrion, are to blame for this clerk s loss of salary. It s just the shoe pinching--no one can help it; and it might easily have been worse." Helen quivered with indignation. "By all means subscribe to charities--subscribe to them largely--but don t g... | the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle of life a happy expression." "Oh come, come!" he protested pleasantly, "you re not to blame. No one s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I wouldn t say that, but you re t... | and she would be so hurt if I didn t stay the full ten." "But I ll say a word to her. Don t you bother." "Henry, I won t go. Don t bully me." "You want to see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark... | and I am trying. My dear Helen--" "Is that your point? A man who had little money has less--that s mine." "I am grieved for your clerk. But it is all in the day s work. It s part of the battle of life." "A man who had little money--" she repeated, "has less, owing to us. Under these circumstances I consider the battle ... | Howards End |
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