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"Owing to God, I suppose," | Helen | on the whole been upward."<|quote|>"Owing to God, I suppose,"</|quote|>flashed Helen. He stared at | the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward."<|quote|>"Owing to God, I suppose,"</|quote|>flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. | 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)--" "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,"</|quote|>flashed H... | 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" (his voice grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated t... | 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 get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a good deal behind the scenes, and you can take it... | 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?" "We have told you about the fellow twice already," said Helen. "You... | 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 ... | 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 informant, nor... | Howards End |
flashed Helen. He stared at her. | No speaker | "Owing to God, I suppose,"<|quote|>flashed Helen. He stared at her.</|quote|>"You grab the dollars. God | on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose,"<|quote|>flashed Helen. He stared at her.</|quote|>"You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was | 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)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose,"<|quote|>flashed Helen. He stared at her.</|quote|>"You gr... | 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" (his voice grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated the personal), "and there a... | 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 i... | 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 met the fellow... | 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... | 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 is this fellow?" "We have told you about the fellow twice ... | Howards End |
"You grab the dollars. God does the rest." | Helen | Helen. He stared at her.<|quote|>"You grab the dollars. God does the rest."</|quote|>It was no good instructing | to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her.<|quote|>"You grab the dollars. God does the rest."</|quote|>It was no good instructing the girl if she was | there always will be rich and poor. You can t deny it" (and now it was a respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her.<|quote|>"You grab the dollars. God does the rest."</|quote|>It ... | 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), "and there always will be rich and poor.... | 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 Question--except for a ... | 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... | 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 a grea... | 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 s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anything?" "I... | Howards End |
It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, | No speaker | dollars. God does the rest."<|quote|>It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought,</|quote|>"She rather reminds me of | at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest."<|quote|>It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought,</|quote|>"She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at | can t deny it" (and now it was a respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest."<|quote|>It was no good instructing the girl if she was going... | 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), "and there always will be rich and poor. You can t deny it" (and now it was a res... | 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 Question--except for a few journalists who try to get a living... | 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 of better ... | 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 Englan... | "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 one is responsible ... | Howards End |
"She rather reminds me of Dolly." | Henry | of Mrs. Munt. He thought,<|quote|>"She rather reminds me of Dolly."</|quote|>Helen looked out at the | her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought,<|quote|>"She rather reminds me of Dolly."</|quote|>Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss | flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought,<|quote|>"She rather reminds me of Dolly."</|quote|>Helen lo... | 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)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. G... | 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 when desire for equality has made th... | 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!" He raised his finger. "Now, a word of advice.... | 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 began and w... | 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 get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a good d... | Howards End |
Helen looked out at the sea. | No speaker | rather reminds me of Dolly."<|quote|>Helen looked out at the sea.</|quote|>"Don t ever discuss political | Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly."<|quote|>Helen looked out at the sea.</|quote|>"Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her | "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly."<|quote|>Helen looked out at the sea.</|quote|>"Don t ever ... | there always will be rich and poor. You can t deny it" (and now it was a respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instr... | 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. You can... | 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." "I require no more advice." "A word of... | 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. "It ... | 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 upper classes--thought we w... | Howards End |
"Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," | Margaret | looked out at the sea.<|quote|>"Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry,"</|quote|>advised her sister. "It ll | reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea.<|quote|>"Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry,"</|quote|>advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry." | the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea.<|quote|>"Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry,"</|... | poor. You can t deny it" (and now it was a respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was goi... | 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. You can t. There always have been rich and ... | 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." "A word of advice. Don t take up that s... | 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 Margaret, ca... | 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 insolvency, and I am tryi... | Howards End |
advised her sister. | No speaker | discuss political economy with Henry,"<|quote|>advised her sister.</|quote|>"It ll only end in | the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry,"<|quote|>advised her sister.</|quote|>"It ll only end in a cry." "But he must | girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry,"<|quote|>advised her sister.</|quote|>"It ll only end... | it was a respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neuro... | 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 forbid! Bu... | 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." "A word of advice. Don t take up that sentimental attitude over the poo... | 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 up. "Dempster s Bank s bette... | height of our superior knowledge--and here s the result!" He raised 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 mov... | Howards End |
"It ll only end in a cry." | Margaret | with Henry," advised her sister.<|quote|>"It ll only end in a cry."</|quote|>"But he must be one | t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister.<|quote|>"It ll only end in a cry."</|quote|>"But he must be one of those men who have | was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister.<|quote|>"It ll only end in a cry."</|quote|>... | respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic moder... | 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 forbid! But our civil... | 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." "A word of advice. Don t take up that sentimental attitude over the poor. See that she doesn t, ... | 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. "Dempster s Bank s better." "But I think... | "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... | Howards End |
"But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," | Helen | only end in a cry."<|quote|>"But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion,"</|quote|>said Helen slowly. "I don | advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry."<|quote|>"But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion,"</|quote|>said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They | that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry."<|quote|>"But he must be one of those men who hav... | that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her... | 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 moulded by great impersonal... | 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." "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 so... | 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 bad,... | 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 of bett... | Howards End |
said Helen slowly. | No speaker | have reconciled science with religion,"<|quote|>said Helen slowly.</|quote|>"I don t like those | one of those men who have reconciled science with religion,"<|quote|>said Helen slowly.</|quote|>"I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, | company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion,"<|quote|>said Helen slowly.</|quote|>"I don t lik... | upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me ... | 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" (his voice grew complacent; it always did when he elimina... | s the result!" He raised 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 p... | 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 outside the Tarif... | 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 get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a good deal behind t... | Howards End |
"I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some myst... | Helen | with religion," said Helen slowly.<|quote|>"I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow... | men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly.<|quote|>"I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--... | Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly.<|quote|>"I don t like those men. They are sci... | God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen lo... | 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" (his voice grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated the person... | He raised 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... | 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... | 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 and poor, as there always have been and always will be. Point me out a time when... | Howards End |
"He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" | Margaret | of today are in pain."<|quote|>"He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!"</|quote|>"But oh, Meg, what a | benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain."<|quote|>"He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!"</|quote|>"But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put | and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain."<|quote|>"He is such a man in theory. But oh, H... | "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their c... | respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic moder... | 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--subscribe to them largely--but ... | 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 business with Mrs. Munt, was goi... | 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 upper classes-... | Howards End |
"But oh, Meg, what a theory!" | Helen | But oh, Helen, in theory!"<|quote|>"But oh, Meg, what a theory!"</|quote|>"Why should you put things | such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!"<|quote|>"But oh, Meg, what a theory!"</|quote|>"Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I | yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!"<|quote|>"But oh, Meg, what a theory!"</|quote|>"Why should... | of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good-... | the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter compan... | 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 get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a... | 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 ... | 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 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--" ... | Howards End |
"Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" | Margaret | oh, Meg, what a theory!"<|quote|>"Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?"</|quote|>"Because I m an old | oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!"<|quote|>"Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?"</|quote|>"Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her | is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!"<|quote|>"Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?"</|quote|>"... | science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow... | the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rat... | 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 get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a good deal behind the scenes, an... | "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 responsible?"... | 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 ... | Howards End |
"Because I m an old maid," | Helen | put things so bitterly, dearie?"<|quote|>"Because I m an old maid,"</|quote|>said Helen, biting her lip. | a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?"<|quote|>"Because I m an old maid,"</|quote|>said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why | outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?"<|quote|>"Because I m an old maid,"</|quote|>said Helen, biti... | t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical wa... | suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked ou... | 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... | 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 think--" He looke... | 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... | Howards End |
said Helen, biting her lip. | No speaker | I m an old maid,"<|quote|>said Helen, biting her lip.</|quote|>"I can t think why | things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid,"<|quote|>said Helen, biting her lip.</|quote|>"I can t think why I go on like this | way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid,"<|quote|>said Helen, biting her lip.</|quote|>"I can t think why I go... | scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the futu... | her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss poli... | 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 Question--except fo... | 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 me expl... | 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." "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... | Howards End |
"I can t think why I go on like this myself." | Helen | said Helen, biting her lip.<|quote|>"I can t think why I go on like this myself."</|quote|>She shook off her sister | I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip.<|quote|>"I can t think why I go on like this myself."</|quote|>She shook off her sister s hand and went into | the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip.<|quote|>"I can t think why I go on like this myself."</|quote... | the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Bri... | God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," a... | 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 Question--except for a few journalists ... | 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... | 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 get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a good deal behind the scenes, and yo... | Howards End |
She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry... | No speaker | go on like this myself."<|quote|>She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a... | can t think why I go on like this myself."<|quote|>She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might ... | in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself."<|quote|>She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret,... | their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But... | if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry." "But he mu... | 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 and poor,... | 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 conducting ... | 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 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 ... | Howards End |
"Margaret!" | Aunt Juley | notice. Henry must be removed.<|quote|>"Margaret!"</|quote|>her aunt called. "Magsy! It | explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed.<|quote|>"Margaret!"</|quote|>her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what | Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed.<|quote|>"Margaret!"... | in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth s... | be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that someho... | 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 moulded by great impersonal forces" (his vo... | 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--" "Is that your point? ... | 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--subscribe to them largely--but don ... | Howards End |
her aunt called. | No speaker | Henry must be removed. "Margaret!"<|quote|>her aunt called.</|quote|>"Magsy! It isn t true, | which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!"<|quote|>her aunt called.</|quote|>"Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, | distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!"<|quote|>her aunt ... | theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth stea... | one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow g... | 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 moulded by great impersonal forces" (his voice g... | 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--" "Is that your point? A man who had... | 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 one is responsible personally. Ne... | Howards End |
"Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" | Aunt Juley | removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called.<|quote|>"Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?"</|quote|>"Not want," was Margaret s | would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called.<|quote|>"Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?"</|quote|>"Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is | day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called.<|quote|>"Magsy! It... | Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes.... | men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is al... | 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 moulded by great impersonal forces" (his voice grew complacent; ... | 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... | God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic modern way. Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," a... | Howards End |
"Not want," | Margaret | go away early next week?"<|quote|>"Not want,"</|quote|>was Margaret s prompt reply; | says, that you want to go away early next week?"<|quote|>"Not want,"</|quote|>was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much | the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?"<|quote|>"Not want,"</|quote|>was Ma... | Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of polite... | themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will ben... | 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), "and there always will be rich and poor.... | 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... | 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" (his voice grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated t... | Howards End |
was Margaret s prompt reply; | No speaker | early next week?" "Not want,"<|quote|>was Margaret s prompt reply;</|quote|>"but there is so much | you want to go away early next week?" "Not want,"<|quote|>was Margaret s prompt reply;</|quote|>"but there is so much to be settled, and I | Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want,"<|quote|>was Margaret s prompt reply... | her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There mi... | talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the... | 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), "and there always will be rich and poor. You ca... | 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 battl... | t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of thei... | Howards End |
"but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." | Margaret | was Margaret s prompt reply;<|quote|>"but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s."</|quote|>"But going away without taking | early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply;<|quote|>"but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s."</|quote|>"But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even | of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply;<|quote|>"but there is so much to be se... | think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute ... | the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are ... | 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), "and there always will be rich and poor. You can t deny it" (and now it was ... | 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." "A man w... | 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" (his voice grew complacent; it always did when he elimina... | Howards End |
"But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?" | Aunt Juley | to see the Charles s."<|quote|>"But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer. | settled, and I do want to see the Charles s."<|quote|>"But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer. "Without going once more up | must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s."<|quote|>"But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or ev... | into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Ma... | may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!... | 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)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency o... | 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. Under these circum... | 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 Question--except for a few journalists who try to get a living out of the phrase. There ar... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer. | No speaker | trip, or even the Lulworth?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer.</|quote|>"Without going once more up | away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer.</|quote|>"Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?" "I m | surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer.</|quote|>"Without go... | Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox s... | always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old m... | 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)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed... | "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 of life a happy expression." "Oh c... | 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 Question--except for a few journalists who tr... | Howards End |
"Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?" | Aunt Juley | said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer.<|quote|>"Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?"</|quote|>"I m afraid so." Mr. | trip, or even the Lulworth?" said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer.<|quote|>"Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?"</|quote|>"I m afraid so." Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with, "Good! | that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?" said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer.<|quote|>"Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?"</|... | She saw that Helen s nerves were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early... | be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip... | 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)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab ... | 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!" he proteste... | 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 get carried away by absurd schemes of Social Reform. I see a good deal behind the scenes, and you can... | Howards End |
"I m afraid so." | Margaret | more up Nine Barrows Down?"<|quote|>"I m afraid so."</|quote|>Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with, | coming nearer. "Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?"<|quote|>"I m afraid so."</|quote|>Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with, "Good! I did the breaking | week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?" said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer. "Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?"<|quote|>"I m afraid so."</|quote|>Mr. Wilcox r... | by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s promp... | way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this mys... | "and there always will be rich and poor. You can t deny it" (and now it was a respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good ... | 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... | political economy with Henry," advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and s... | Howards End |
Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with, | No speaker | Down?" "I m afraid so."<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with,</|quote|>"Good! I did the breaking | once more up Nine Barrows Down?" "I m afraid so."<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with,</|quote|>"Good! I did the breaking of the ice." A wave | Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?" said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer. "Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?" "I m afraid so."<|quote|>Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with,</|quote|>"Good... | business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there ... | of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook of... | be rich and poor. You can t deny it" (and now it was a respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if... | 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 s to blame." "Is no ... | Munt. He thought, "She rather reminds me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific ... | Howards End |
"Good! I did the breaking of the ice." | Henry | Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with,<|quote|>"Good! I did the breaking of the ice."</|quote|>A wave of tenderness came | Down?" "I m afraid so." Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with,<|quote|>"Good! I did the breaking of the ice."</|quote|>A wave of tenderness came over her. She put a | there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?" said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer. "Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?" "I m afraid so." Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with,<|quote|>"Good! I did the breaking of the ice."</|quo... | politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and ... | because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and wen... | can t deny it" (and now it was a respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk... | 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 s to blame." "Is no one to blame for anythi... | 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 when desire for ... | Howards End |
A wave of tenderness came over her. She put a hand on either shoulder, and looked deeply into the black, bright eyes. What was behind their competent stare? She knew, but was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had no intention of letting things slide, and the evening before she left Swanage she gave her sister a th... | No speaker | the breaking of the ice."<|quote|>A wave of tenderness came over her. She put a hand on either shoulder, and looked deeply into the black, bright eyes. What was behind their competent stare? She knew, but was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had no intention of letting things slide, and the evening before she lef... | her with, "Good! I did the breaking of the ice."<|quote|>A wave of tenderness came over her. She put a hand on either shoulder, and looked deeply into the black, bright eyes. What was behind their competent stare? She knew, but was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had no intention of letting things slide, and the... | I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?" said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer. "Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?" "I m afraid so." Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with, "Good! I did the breaking of the ice."<|quote|>A wave of tenderness came over her. She p... | real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going... | pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed... | a respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neurotic mod... | 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 t say that, bu... | who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always... | Howards End |
"Yes," | Helen | mystery. Helen was equally frank.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>she said, with the air | her disapproval a veil of mystery. Helen was equally frank.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>she said, with the air of one looking inwards, "there | was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had no intention of letting things slide, and the evening before she left Swanage she gave her sister a thorough scolding. She censured her, not for disapproving of the engagement, but for throwing over her disapproval a veil of mystery. Helen was equally frank.<|quote|>"Yes,"... | Barrows Down?" "I m afraid so." Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with, "Good! I did the breaking of the ice." A wave of tenderness came over her. She put a hand on either shoulder, and looked deeply into the black, bright eyes. What was behind their competent stare? She knew, but was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had n... | were exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was... | me of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival o... | 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. "Now, a word of advice." "I require no more ad... | like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way ... | Howards End |
she said, with the air of one looking inwards, | No speaker | Helen was equally frank. "Yes,"<|quote|>she said, with the air of one looking inwards,</|quote|>"there is a mystery. I | disapproval a veil of mystery. Helen was equally frank. "Yes,"<|quote|>she said, with the air of one looking inwards,</|quote|>"there is a mystery. I can t help it. It | not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had no intention of letting things slide, and the evening before she left Swanage she gave her sister a thorough scolding. She censured her, not for disapproving of the engagement, but for throwing over her disapproval a veil of mystery. Helen was equally frank. "Yes,"<|quote|>she... | Down?" "I m afraid so." Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with, "Good! I did the breaking of the ice." A wave of tenderness came over her. She put a hand on either shoulder, and looked deeply into the black, bright eyes. What was behind their competent stare? She knew, but was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had no intent... | exasperated by the unlucky Bast business beyond the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Marg... | of Dolly." Helen looked out at the sea. "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of t... | 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. "Now, a word of advice." "I require no more advice.... | 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. You can t. There always have been rich and poor. I m no fat... | Howards End |
"there is a mystery. I can t help it. It s not my fault. It s the way life has been made." | Helen | air of one looking inwards,<|quote|>"there is a mystery. I can t help it. It s not my fault. It s the way life has been made."</|quote|>Helen in those days was | "Yes," she said, with the air of one looking inwards,<|quote|>"there is a mystery. I can t help it. It s not my fault. It s the way life has been made."</|quote|>Helen in those days was over-interested in the subconscious self. | letting things slide, and the evening before she left Swanage she gave her sister a thorough scolding. She censured her, not for disapproving of the engagement, but for throwing over her disapproval a veil of mystery. Helen was equally frank. "Yes," she said, with the air of one looking inwards,<|quote|>"there is a mys... | with, "Good! I did the breaking of the ice." A wave of tenderness came over her. She put a hand on either shoulder, and looked deeply into the black, bright eyes. What was behind their competent stare? She knew, but was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had no intention of letting things slide, and the evening bef... | of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, a... | t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of thei... | 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." "A word of advice. Don t take up that sent... | 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)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the ... | Howards End |
Helen in those days was over-interested in the subconscious self. She exaggerated the Punch and Judy aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would eliminate the personal. Helen was silent for a minute... | No speaker | way life has been made."<|quote|>Helen in those days was over-interested in the subconscious self. She exaggerated the Punch and Judy aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would eliminate the person... | my fault. It s the way life has been made."<|quote|>Helen in those days was over-interested in the subconscious self. She exaggerated the Punch and Judy aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would e... | disapproving of the engagement, but for throwing over her disapproval a veil of mystery. Helen was equally frank. "Yes," she said, with the air of one looking inwards, "there is a mystery. I can t help it. It s not my fault. It s the way life has been made."<|quote|>Helen in those days was over-interested in the subcon... | shoulder, and looked deeply into the black, bright eyes. What was behind their competent stare? She knew, but was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had no intention of letting things slide, and the evening before she left Swanage she gave her sister a thorough scolding. She censured her, not for disapproving of th... | aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?" said Mrs. Munt, coming ... | of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their comfort, but yet they believe that somehow good-... | 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." "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 civ... | it was a respectful voice)--" "and you can t deny that, in spite of all, the tendency of civilisation has on the whole been upward." "Owing to God, I suppose," flashed Helen. He stared at her. "You grab the dollars. God does the rest." It was no good instructing the girl if she was going to talk about God in that neuro... | Howards End |
"Go on and marry him. I think you re splendid; and if any one can pull it off, you will." | Helen | speech, which cleared the air.<|quote|>"Go on and marry him. I think you re splendid; and if any one can pull it off, you will."</|quote|>Margaret denied that there was | then burst into a queer speech, which cleared the air.<|quote|>"Go on and marry him. I think you re splendid; and if any one can pull it off, you will."</|quote|>Margaret denied that there was anything to "pull off," but | aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would eliminate the personal. Helen was silent for a minute, and then burst into a queer speech, which cleared the air.<|quote|>"Go on and marry him. I think yo... | equally frank. "Yes," she said, with the air of one looking inwards, "there is a mystery. I can t help it. It s not my fault. It s the way life has been made." Helen in those days was over-interested in the subconscious self. She exaggerated the Punch and Judy aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an in... | up Nine Barrows Down?" "I m afraid so." Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with, "Good! I did the breaking of the ice." A wave of tenderness came over her. She put a hand on either shoulder, and looked deeply into the black, bright eyes. What was behind their competent stare? She knew, but was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margar... | that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why... | 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 pinching--no one can help it; and it might easily have... | the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "... | Howards End |
Margaret denied that there was anything to "pull off," but she continued: | No speaker | pull it off, you will."<|quote|>Margaret denied that there was anything to "pull off," but she continued:</|quote|>"Yes, there is, and I | and if any one can pull it off, you will."<|quote|>Margaret denied that there was anything to "pull off," but she continued:</|quote|>"Yes, there is, and I wasn t up to it | out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would eliminate the personal. Helen was silent for a minute, and then burst into a queer speech, which cleared the air. "Go on and marry him. I think you re splendid; and if any one can pull it off, you will."<|quote|>Margaret denied that there was anything to "pull off," but she... | it. It s not my fault. It s the way life has been made." Helen in those days was over-interested in the subconscious self. She exaggerated the Punch and Judy aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, wo... | ice." A wave of tenderness came over her. She put a hand on either shoulder, and looked deeply into the black, bright eyes. What was behind their competent stare? She knew, but was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had no intention of letting things slide, and the evening before she left Swanage she gave her siste... | in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distres... | 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--subscribe to them largel... | you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth steamer with her eyes. She saw that Helen s nerves were... | Howards End |
"Yes, there is, and I wasn t up to it with Paul. I can do only what s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can t, and won t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry, it will either be a man who s strong enough to boss me or whom I m strong enough to boss. So I shan t ever marry, for there aren t such men. And Heav... | Helen | "pull off," but she continued:<|quote|>"Yes, there is, and I wasn t up to it with Paul. I can do only what s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can t, and won t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry, it will either be a man who s strong enough to boss me or whom I m strong enough to boss. So I shan t ever mar... | that there was anything to "pull off," but she continued:<|quote|>"Yes, there is, and I wasn t up to it with Paul. I can do only what s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can t, and won t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry, it will either be a man who s strong enough to boss me or whom I m strong enough to... | personal. Helen was silent for a minute, and then burst into a queer speech, which cleared the air. "Go on and marry him. I think you re splendid; and if any one can pull it off, you will." Margaret denied that there was anything to "pull off," but she continued:<|quote|>"Yes, there is, and I wasn t up to it with Paul.... | been made." Helen in those days was over-interested in the subconscious self. She exaggerated the Punch and Judy aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would eliminate the personal. Helen was silent ... | on either shoulder, and looked deeply into the black, bright eyes. What was behind their competent stare? She knew, but was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had no intention of letting things slide, and the evening before she left Swanage she gave her sister a thorough scolding. She censured her, not for disappro... | in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s beginning, followed the Bournemouth s... | 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 get carried away by absurd schemes of Social R... | want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?" said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer. "Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?" "I m afraid so." Mr... | Howards End |
"Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" | Margaret | different; you re a heroine."<|quote|>"Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?"</|quote|>"You mean to keep proportion, | uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine."<|quote|>"Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?"</|quote|>"You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it | boss. So I shan t ever marry, for there aren t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine."<|quote|>"Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all ... | to it with Paul. I can do only what s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can t, and won t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry, it will either be a man who s strong enough to boss me or whom I m strong enough to boss. So I shan t ever marry, for there aren t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry,... | in the subconscious self. She exaggerated the Punch and Judy aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would eliminate the personal. Helen was silent for a minute, and then burst into a queer speech, wh... | true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?" said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer. "Without going once mo... | 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 moulded by great impersonal forces" (his voice grew complacent; it always did when... | yet they believe that somehow good--it is always that sloppy somehow will be the outcome, and that in some mystical way the Mr. Basts of the future will benefit because the Mr. Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things s... | Howards End |
"You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight with him and help him. Don t ask me for help, or even for sympathy. Henceforward I m going my own way. I mean to be thorough, because thoroughness is easy. I mean to dislike your husband, and ... | Helen | poor Henry as all that?"<|quote|>"You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight with him and help him. Don t ask me for help, or even for sympathy. Henceforward I m going my own way. I mean to be thorough, because thoroughness is easy. I m... | it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?"<|quote|>"You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight with him and help him. Don t ask me for help, or even for sympathy. Henceforward I m going my own way. I mean to be thorough, because tho... | help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?"<|quote|>"You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, ... | and be enticed. I can t, and won t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry, it will either be a man who s strong enough to boss me or whom I m strong enough to boss. So I shan t ever marry, for there aren t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say Ja... | of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would eliminate the personal. Helen was silent for a minute, and then burst into a queer speech, which cleared the air. "Go on and marry him. I think you re splendid; and if any one can ... | "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?" said Mrs. Munt, coming nearer. "Without going once more up Nine Barrows Down?" "I m afraid so." Mr. Wilcox rejoined her with, "Good!... | 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), "and there always will be rich and poor.... | She put a hand on either shoulder, and looked deeply into the black, bright eyes. What was behind their competent stare? She knew, but was not disquieted. CHAPTER XXIII Margaret had no intention of letting things slide, and the evening before she left Swanage she gave her sister a thorough scolding. She censured her, n... | Howards End |
Margaret was grateful for this expression of affection, and answered, | No speaker | Heaven will work of itself."<|quote|>Margaret was grateful for this expression of affection, and answered,</|quote|>"Perhaps." All vistas close in | tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven will work of itself."<|quote|>Margaret was grateful for this expression of affection, and answered,</|quote|>"Perhaps." All vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but | something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven will work of itself."<|quote|>Margaret w... | thoroughness is easy. I mean to dislike your husband, and to tell him so. I mean to make no concessions to Tibby. If Tibby wants to live with me, he must lump me. I mean to love you more than ever. Yes, I do. You and I have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unr... | marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn ... | inwards, "there is a mystery. I can t help it. It s not my fault. It s the way life has been made." Helen in those days was over-interested in the subconscious self. She exaggerated the Punch and Judy aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed... | "Don t ever discuss political economy with Henry," advised her sister. "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of... | I marry, it will either be a man who s strong enough to boss me or whom I m strong enough to boss. So I shan t ever marry, for there aren t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re differen... | Howards End |
"Perhaps." | Margaret | expression of affection, and answered,<|quote|>"Perhaps."</|quote|>All vistas close in the | Margaret was grateful for this expression of affection, and answered,<|quote|>"Perhaps."</|quote|>All vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen | veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven will work of itself." Margaret was grateful for this expression of affection, and answered,<|quote|... | to tell him so. I mean to make no concessions to Tibby. If Tibby wants to live with me, he must lump me. I mean to love you more than ever. Yes, I do. You and I have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. ... | you can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight with him and help ... | It s not my fault. It s the way life has been made." Helen in those days was over-interested in the subconscious self. She exaggerated the Punch and Judy aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would ... | sister. "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace... | of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would eliminate the personal. Helen was silent for a minute, and then burst into a queer speech, which cleared the air. "Go on and marry him. I think you re splendid; ... | Howards End |
All vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, but she felt that there was something a little unbal... | No speaker | of affection, and answered, "Perhaps."<|quote|>All vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, but s... | was grateful for this expression of affection, and answered, "Perhaps."<|quote|>All vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry... | of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven will work of itself." Margaret was grateful for this expression of affection, and answered, "Perhaps."<|... | tell him so. I mean to make no concessions to Tibby. If Tibby wants to live with me, he must lump me. I mean to love you more than ever. Yes, I do. You and I have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The... | can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight with him and help him.... | s not my fault. It s the way life has been made." Helen in those days was over-interested in the subconscious self. She exaggerated the Punch and Judy aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would eli... | "It ll only end in a cry." "But he must be one of those men who have reconciled science with religion," said Helen slowly. "I don t like those men. They are scientific themselves, and talk of the survival of the fittest, and cut down the salaries of their clerks, and stunt the independence of all who may menace their c... | a thorough scolding. She censured her, not for disapproving of the engagement, but for throwing over her disapproval a veil of mystery. Helen was equally frank. "Yes," she said, with the air of one looking inwards, "there is a mystery. I can t help it. It s not my fault. It s the way life has been made." Helen in those... | Howards End |
"Yes, I see, dear; it s about half-way between," | Aunt Juley | that, to hit the truth.<|quote|>"Yes, I see, dear; it s about half-way between,"</|quote|>Aunt Juley had hazarded in | on this side and on that, to hit the truth.<|quote|>"Yes, I see, dear; it s about half-way between,"</|quote|>Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being | them, but she felt that there was something a little unbalanced in the mind that so readily shreds the visible. The business man who assumes that this life is everything, and the mystic who asserts that it is nothing, fail, on this side and on that, to hit the truth.<|quote|>"Yes, I see, dear; it s about half-way betwe... | expression of affection, and answered, "Perhaps." All vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, bu... | to dislike your husband, and to tell him so. I mean to make no concessions to Tibby. If Tibby wants to live with me, he must lump me. I mean to love you more than ever. Yes, I do. You and I have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as s... | it off, you will." Margaret denied that there was anything to "pull off," but she continued: "Yes, there is, and I wasn t up to it with Paul. I can do only what s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can t, and won t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry, it will either be a man who s strong enough to boss me o... | Brits of today are in pain." "He is such a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house... | say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight with him and help him. Don... | Howards End |
Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being alive, was not half-way between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to insure sterility. Helen, agreeing here, disagreeing there, would have talk... | No speaker | it s about half-way between,"<|quote|>Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being alive, was not half-way between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to insure sterility. Helen, agreeing he... | truth. "Yes, I see, dear; it s about half-way between,"<|quote|>Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being alive, was not half-way between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to insure ste... | little unbalanced in the mind that so readily shreds the visible. The business man who assumes that this life is everything, and the mystic who asserts that it is nothing, fail, on this side and on that, to hit the truth. "Yes, I see, dear; it s about half-way between,"<|quote|>Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years.... | in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, but she felt that there was something a little unbalanced in the mind... | I mean to make no concessions to Tibby. If Tibby wants to live with me, he must lump me. I mean to love you more than ever. Yes, I do. You and I have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view... | anything to "pull off," but she continued: "Yes, there is, and I wasn t up to it with Paul. I can do only what s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can t, and won t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry, it will either be a man who s strong enough to boss me or whom I m strong enough to boss. So I shan t ever... | a man in theory. But oh, Helen, in theory!" "But oh, Meg, what a theory!" "Why should you put things so bitterly, dearie?" "Because I m an old maid," said Helen, biting her lip. "I can t think why I go on like this myself." She shook off her sister s hand and went into the house. Margaret, distressed at the day s begin... | in the subconscious self. She exaggerated the Punch and Judy aspect of life, and spoke of mankind as puppets, whom an invisible showman twitches into love and war. Margaret pointed out that if she dwelt on this she, too, would eliminate the personal. Helen was silent for a minute, and then burst into a queer speech, wh... | Howards End |
"I definitely dislike him, but I ll do what I can," | Helen | civil to him in company?<|quote|>"I definitely dislike him, but I ll do what I can,"</|quote|>promised Helen. "Do what you | please would she always be civil to him in company?<|quote|>"I definitely dislike him, but I ll do what I can,"</|quote|>promised Helen. "Do what you can with my friends in | to espouse it at the outset is to insure sterility. Helen, agreeing here, disagreeing there, would have talked till midnight, but Margaret, with her packing to do, focussed the conversation on Henry. She might abuse Henry behind his back, but please would she always be civil to him in company?<|quote|>"I definitely dis... | on that, to hit the truth. "Yes, I see, dear; it s about half-way between," Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being alive, was not half-way between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is t... | itself." Margaret was grateful for this expression of affection, and answered, "Perhaps." All vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, per... | do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shoul... | the bounds of politeness. There might at any minute be a real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be... | for there aren t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, a... | Howards End |
promised Helen. | No speaker | ll do what I can,"<|quote|>promised Helen.</|quote|>"Do what you can with | definitely dislike him, but I ll do what I can,"<|quote|>promised Helen.</|quote|>"Do what you can with my friends in return." This | agreeing here, disagreeing there, would have talked till midnight, but Margaret, with her packing to do, focussed the conversation on Henry. She might abuse Henry behind his back, but please would she always be civil to him in company? "I definitely dislike him, but I ll do what I can,"<|quote|>promised Helen.</|quote|... | s about half-way between," Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being alive, was not half-way between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to insure sterility. Helen, agreeing here, disagre... | "Perhaps." All vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, but she felt that there was something a l... | you can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight with him and help ... | real explosion, which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going... | and be enticed. I can t, and won t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry, it will either be a man who s strong enough to boss me or whom I m strong enough to boss. So I shan t ever marry, for there aren t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say Ja... | Howards End |
"Do what you can with my friends in return." | Helen | what I can," promised Helen.<|quote|>"Do what you can with my friends in return."</|quote|>This conversation made Margaret easier. | him, but I ll do what I can," promised Helen.<|quote|>"Do what you can with my friends in return."</|quote|>This conversation made Margaret easier. Their inner life was so | disagreeing there, would have talked till midnight, but Margaret, with her packing to do, focussed the conversation on Henry. She might abuse Henry behind his back, but please would she always be civil to him in company? "I definitely dislike him, but I ll do what I can," promised Helen.<|quote|>"Do what you can with m... | half-way between," Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being alive, was not half-way between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to insure sterility. Helen, agreeing here, disagreeing the... | vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, but she felt that there was something a little unbalance... | say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight with him and help him. Don... | which even Henry would notice. Henry must be removed. "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without ta... | and then burst into a queer speech, which cleared the air. "Go on and marry him. I think you re splendid; and if any one can pull it off, you will." Margaret denied that there was anything to "pull off," but she continued: "Yes, there is, and I wasn t up to it with Paul. I can do only what s easy. I can only entice and... | Howards End |
This conversation made Margaret easier. Their inner life was so safe that they could bargain over externals in a way that would have been incredible to Aunt Juley, and impossible for Tibby or Charles. There are moments when the inner life actually "pays," when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, a... | No speaker | with my friends in return."<|quote|>This conversation made Margaret easier. Their inner life was so safe that they could bargain over externals in a way that would have been incredible to Aunt Juley, and impossible for Tibby or Charles. There are moments when the inner life actually "pays," when years of self-scrutiny,... | Helen. "Do what you can with my friends in return."<|quote|>This conversation made Margaret easier. Their inner life was so safe that they could bargain over externals in a way that would have been incredible to Aunt Juley, and impossible for Tibby or Charles. There are moments when the inner life actually "pays," when... | with her packing to do, focussed the conversation on Henry. She might abuse Henry behind his back, but please would she always be civil to him in company? "I definitely dislike him, but I ll do what I can," promised Helen. "Do what you can with my friends in return."<|quote|>This conversation made Margaret easier. Thei... | No; truth, being alive, was not half-way between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to insure sterility. Helen, agreeing here, disagreeing there, would have talked till midnight, but Margaret, with her p... | closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, but she felt that there was something a little unbalanced in the mind that so readily shreds the visible. The bu... | you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight with him and help him. Don t ask me for help, or even for sympathy. Henceforward... | "Margaret!" her aunt called. "Magsy! It isn t true, surely, what Mr. Wilcox says, that you want to go away early next week?" "Not want," was Margaret s prompt reply; "but there is so much to be settled, and I do want to see the Charles s." "But going away without taking the Weymouth trip, or even the Lulworth?" said Mr... | wants to live with me, he must lump me. I mean to love you more than ever. Yes, I do. You and I have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers... | Howards End |
"One minute!" | Henry | been one of her difficulties.<|quote|>"One minute!"</|quote|>called Mr. Wilcox on receiving | African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties.<|quote|>"One minute!"</|quote|>called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a | "strong" letter. She might have been at the Porphyrion, or Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the company rather than its West African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties.<|quote|>"One minute!"</|qu... | fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map. Another map hung opposite, on which the whole continent appeared, looking like a whale marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut, but Henry s voice came through it, dictating a "strong" letter. She might have been at the Porphyr... | business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and... | final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to insure sterility. Helen, agreeing here, disagreeing there, would have talked till midnight, but Margaret, with her packing to do, focussed the conversation on Henry. She might abuse Henry behind his back, but please would she always be civil to him in company? "I definite... | I can t, and won t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry, it will either be a man who s strong enough to boss me or whom I m strong enough to boss. So I shan t ever marry, for there aren t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say Jack Robinson. The... | when the inner life actually "pays," when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use. Such moments are still rare in the West; that they come at all promises a fairer future. Margaret, though unable to understand her sister, was assured against estrangement, and returned to ... | Howards End |
called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. | No speaker | of her difficulties. "One minute!"<|quote|>called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with proprie... | Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties. "One minute!"<|quote|>called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted hi... | She might have been at the Porphyrion, or Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the company rather than its West African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties. "One minute!"<|quote|>called Mr. Wilcox on ... | depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map. Another map hung opposite, on which the whole continent appeared, looking like a whale marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut, but Henry s voice came through it, dictating a "strong" letter. She might have been at the Porphyrion, or Dempst... | than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no ... | to espouse it at the outset is to insure sterility. Helen, agreeing here, disagreeing there, would have talked till midnight, but Margaret, with her packing to do, focussed the conversation on Henry. She might abuse Henry behind his back, but please would she always be civil to him in company? "I definitely dislike him... | t, and won t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry, it will either be a man who s strong enough to boss me or whom I m strong enough to boss. So I shan t ever marry, for there aren t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say Jack Robinson. There! Be... | about half-way between," Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being alive, was not half-way between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to insure sterility. Helen, agreeing here, disagreei... | Howards End |
"I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch," | Charles Wilcox | his future stepmother with propriety.<|quote|>"I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch,"</|quote|>was his opening. "I left | indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety.<|quote|>"I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch,"</|quote|>was his opening. "I left instructions, but we live in | of her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety.<|quo... | it, dictating a "strong" letter. She might have been at the Porphyrion, or Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the company rather than its West African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties. "One minut... | counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only the ordinary table and Turkey carpet, and though the map over the... | civil to him in company? "I definitely dislike him, but I ll do what I can," promised Helen. "Do what you can with my friends in return." This conversation made Margaret easier. Their inner life was so safe that they could bargain over externals in a way that would have been incredible to Aunt Juley, and impossible for... | help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I do... | herself at the offices of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company. She was glad to go there, for Henry had implied his business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the offic... | Howards End |
was his opening. | No speaker | give you a decent lunch,"<|quote|>was his opening.</|quote|>"I left instructions, but we | my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch,"<|quote|>was his opening.</|quote|>"I left instructions, but we live in a rough-and-ready way. | touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch,"<|quote|>was hi... | Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the company rather than its West African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect ... | electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only the ordinary table and Turkey carpet, and though the map over the fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map... | what I can," promised Helen. "Do what you can with my friends in return." This conversation made Margaret easier. Their inner life was so safe that they could bargain over externals in a way that would have been incredible to Aunt Juley, and impossible for Tibby or Charles. There are moments when the inner life actuall... | from him before you can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight wi... | when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use. Such moments are still rare in the West; that they come at all promises a fairer future. Margaret, though unable to understand her sister, was assured against estrangement, and returned to London with a more peaceful mind. The... | Howards End |
"I left instructions, but we live in a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." | Charles Wilcox | decent lunch," was his opening.<|quote|>"I left instructions, but we live in a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place."</|quote|>"I shall enjo... | you do?--will give you a decent lunch," was his opening.<|quote|>"I left instructions, but we live in a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place... | the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch," was his opening.<|quote|>"I le... | or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the company rather than its West African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to p... | in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only the ordinary table and Turkey carpet, and though the map over the fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map. Another map hung opposite, on w... | promised Helen. "Do what you can with my friends in return." This conversation made Margaret easier. Their inner life was so safe that they could bargain over externals in a way that would have been incredible to Aunt Juley, and impossible for Tibby or Charles. There are moments when the inner life actually "pays," whe... | you can say Jack Robinson. There! Because I m uneducated. But you, you re different; you re a heroine." "Oh, Helen! Am I? Will it be as dreadful for poor Henry as all that?" "You mean to keep proportion, and that s heroic, it s Greek, and I don t see why it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight with him and help ... | electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only the ordinary table and Turkey carpet, and though the map over the fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map... | Howards End |
"I shall enjoy seeing it," | Margaret | s a measly little place."<|quote|>"I shall enjoy seeing it,"</|quote|>said Margaret, feeling, for the | myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place."<|quote|>"I shall enjoy seeing it,"</|quote|>said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll | instructions, but we live in a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place."<|quote|>"I shall enjoy seeing it,"</|quote|>said Margaret, feeling, fo... | of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch," was his opening. "I left instructions, bu... | map hung opposite, on which the whole continent appeared, looking like a whale marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut, but Henry s voice came through it, dictating a "strong" letter. She might have been at the Porphyrion, or Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in... | actually "pays," when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use. Such moments are still rare in the West; that they come at all promises a fairer future. Margaret, though unable to understand her sister, was assured against estrangement, and returned to London with a more p... | it shouldn t succeed with you. Go on and fight with him and help him. Don t ask me for help, or even for sympathy. Henceforward I m going my own way. I mean to be thorough, because thoroughness is easy. I mean to dislike your husband, and to tell him so. I mean to make no concessions to Tibby. If Tibby wants to live wi... | and West African Rubber Company. She was glad to go there, for Henry had implied his business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the... | Howards End |
said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. | No speaker | "I shall enjoy seeing it,"<|quote|>said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy.</|quote|>"You ll see it at | s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it,"<|quote|>said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy.</|quote|>"You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped | a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it,"<|quote|>said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy.</|quote|>"You l... | Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch," was his opening. "I left instructions, but we live in a rough-and... | the whole continent appeared, looking like a whale marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut, but Henry s voice came through it, dictating a "strong" letter. She might have been at the Porphyrion, or Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she... | self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use. Such moments are still rare in the West; that they come at all promises a fairer future. Margaret, though unable to understand her sister, was assured against estrangement, and returned to London with a more peaceful mind. The following mor... | you. Go on and fight with him and help him. Don t ask me for help, or even for sympathy. Henceforward I m going my own way. I mean to be thorough, because thoroughness is easy. I mean to dislike your husband, and to tell him so. I mean to make no concessions to Tibby. If Tibby wants to live with me, he must lump me. I ... | for no possible reason, of electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only the ordinary table and Turkey carpet, and though the map over the fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa,... | Howards End |
"You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." | Charles Wilcox | for the first time, shy.<|quote|>"You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month."</|quote|>"I ve more than a | seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy.<|quote|>"You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month."</|quote|>"I ve more than a little... | tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy.<|quote|>"You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Mo... | letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch," was his opening. "I left instructions, but we live in a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after ... | marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut, but Henry s voice came through it, dictating a "strong" letter. She might have been at the Porphyrion, or Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the company rather... | of practical use. Such moments are still rare in the West; that they come at all promises a fairer future. Margaret, though unable to understand her sister, was assured against estrangement, and returned to London with a more peaceful mind. The following morning, at eleven o clock, she presented herself at the offices ... | help him. Don t ask me for help, or even for sympathy. Henceforward I m going my own way. I mean to be thorough, because thoroughness is easy. I mean to dislike your husband, and to tell him so. I mean to make no concessions to Tibby. If Tibby wants to live with me, he must lump me. I mean to love you more than ever. Y... | little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only the ordinary table and Turkey carpet, and though the map over the fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map. Another map hung opposite, on which the whole continent appeared, looking like a whale marked out ... | Howards End |
"I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," | Henry | in the house a month."<|quote|>"I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce,"</|quote|>called Henry from the inner | s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month."<|quote|>"I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce,"</|quote|>called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go | said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month."<|quote|>"I ve more than a little bone to pick with Br... | a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its w... | just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the company rather than its West African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his fathe... | morning, at eleven o clock, she presented herself at the offices of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company. She was glad to go there, for Henry had implied his business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of... | make no concessions to Tibby. If Tibby wants to live with me, he must lump me. I mean to love you more than ever. Yes, I do. You and I have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as us... | come at all promises a fairer future. Margaret, though unable to understand her sister, was assured against estrangement, and returned to London with a more peaceful mind. The following morning, at eleven o clock, she presented herself at the offices of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company. She was glad to go t... | Howards End |
called Henry from the inner chamber. | No speaker | bone to pick with Bryce,"<|quote|>called Henry from the inner chamber.</|quote|>"Why did he go so | ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce,"<|quote|>called Henry from the inner chamber.</|quote|>"Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t | it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce,"<|quote|>called Henry from the inner chamber.</|quote|>"Why did ... | you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arrang... | Imperial side of the company rather than its West African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through ... | of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company. She was glad to go there, for Henry had implied his business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. Th... | me, he must lump me. I mean to love you more than ever. Yes, I do. You and I have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible ... | like a whale marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut, but Henry s voice came through it, dictating a "strong" letter. She might have been at the Porphyrion, or Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the c... | Howards End |
"Why did he go so suddenly?" | Margaret | Henry from the inner chamber.<|quote|>"Why did he go so suddenly?"</|quote|>"Invalid type; couldn t sleep." | to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber.<|quote|>"Why did he go so suddenly?"</|quote|>"Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said | decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber.<|quote|>"Why did he go so suddenly?"</|quote|>"Invali... | Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to ... | than its West African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed... | Rubber Company. She was glad to go there, for Henry had implied his business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface... | mean to love you more than ever. Yes, I do. You and I have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands... | and though the map over the fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map. Another map hung opposite, on which the whole continent appeared, looking like a whale marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut, but Henry s voice came through it, dictating a "strong" letter. She mi... | Howards End |
"Invalid type; couldn t sleep." | Charles Wilcox | did he go so suddenly?"<|quote|>"Invalid type; couldn t sleep."</|quote|>"Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said | from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?"<|quote|>"Invalid type; couldn t sleep."</|quote|>"Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He | arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?"<|quote|>"Invalid type; couldn t sleep."</|quote|>"Poor fellow!" "... | ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw... | always had been one of her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother ... | go there, for Henry had implied his business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished co... | ever. Yes, I do. You and I have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven... | to Aunt Juley, and impossible for Tibby or Charles. There are moments when the inner life actually "pays," when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use. Such moments are still rare in the West; that they come at all promises a fairer future. Margaret, though unable to und... | Howards End |
"Poor fellow!" | Margaret | "Invalid type; couldn t sleep."<|quote|>"Poor fellow!"</|quote|>"Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, | did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep."<|quote|>"Poor fellow!"</|quote|>"Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the | clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep."<|quote|>"Poor fellow!"</|quote|>"Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. ... | I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mes... | her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope... | implied his business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars th... | and I have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven will work of itself.... | the Porphyrion, or Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the company rather than its West African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched ... | Howards End |
"Poor fiddlesticks!" | Henry | couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!"<|quote|>"Poor fiddlesticks!"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. | go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!"<|quote|>"Poor fiddlesticks!"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to | after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!"<|quote|>"Poor fiddlesticks!"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, j... | t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s u... | "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope that my wife--how... | business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and... | have built up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven will work of itself." Marg... | scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only the ordinary table and Turkey carpet... | Howards End |
said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. | No speaker | sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, joining them.</|quote|>"He had the impudence to | suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, joining them.</|quote|>"He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as | I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, joining them.</|quote... | it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelieva... | called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope that my wife--how do you do?--w... | than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no ... | up something real, because it is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven will work of itself." Margaret was gr... | bargain over externals in a way that would have been incredible to Aunt Juley, and impossible for Tibby or Charles. There are moments when the inner life actually "pays," when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use. Such moments are still rare in the West; that they come... | Howards End |
"He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." | Henry | said Mr. Wilcox, joining them.<|quote|>"He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down."</|quote|>"Yes, I flung them down," | sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them.<|quote|>"He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down."</|quote|>"Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve | disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them.<|quote|>"He had the impudence to p... | sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the hou... | her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch," w... | formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electri... | is purely spiritual. There s no veil of mystery over us. Unreality and mystery begin as soon as one touches the body. The popular view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven will work of itself." Margaret was grateful for this expression of ... | sister, was assured against estrangement, and returned to London with a more peaceful mind. The following morning, at eleven o clock, she presented herself at the offices of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company. She was glad to go there, for Henry had implied his business rather than described it, and the forml... | Howards End |
"Yes, I flung them down," | Charles Wilcox | leave. Charles flung them down."<|quote|>"Yes, I flung them down,"</|quote|>said Charles modestly. "I ve | your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down."<|quote|>"Yes, I flung them down,"</|quote|>said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, | called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down."<|quote|>"Yes, I flung t... | it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly... | Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch," was his opening. "I left instructions, but we live in a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howa... | the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the... | view is, as usual, exactly the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven will work of itself." Margaret was grateful for this expression of affection, and answered, "Perhaps." All vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for... | She was glad to go there, for Henry had implied his business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers... | Howards End |
said Charles modestly. | No speaker | "Yes, I flung them down,"<|quote|>said Charles modestly.</|quote|>"I ve sent a telegram | leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down,"<|quote|>said Charles modestly.</|quote|>"I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty | chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down,"<|quote|>said Charles mode... | Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; cou... | girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch," was his opening. "I left instructions, but we live in a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what y... | There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only ... | the wrong one. Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven will work of itself." Margaret was grateful for this expression of affection, and answered, "Perhaps." All vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn o... | There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only ... | Howards End |
"I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." | Henry | them down," said Charles modestly.<|quote|>"I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years."</|quote|>"The keys are at the | them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly.<|quote|>"I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years."</|quote|>"The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have | he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly.<|quote|>"I ve sent a... | last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fe... | And he greeted his future stepmother with propriety. "I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch," was his opening. "I left instructions, but we live in a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wo... | the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only the ordinary ta... | Our bothers are over tangible things--money, husbands, house-hunting. But Heaven will work of itself." Margaret was grateful for this expression of affection, and answered, "Perhaps." All vistas close in the unseen--no one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn of speech one wa... | described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possi... | Howards End |
"The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys." | Charles Wilcox | for the next three years."<|quote|>"The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys."</|quote|>"Quite right." "Dolly would have | the upkeep of that house for the next three years."<|quote|>"The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys."</|quote|>"Quite right." "Dolly would have taken them, but I was | with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years."<|quote|>"The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the ... | "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave... | a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its w... | glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only the ordinary table and Turkey carpet, and though the map over the fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map. Another map hung opposite, on which the whole continent appeared, looking like a... | one doubts it--but Helen closed them rather too quickly for her taste. At every turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, but she felt that there was something a little unbalanced in the mind that so readily s... | like a whale marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut, but Henry s voice came through it, dictating a "strong" letter. She might have been at the Porphyrion, or Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the c... | Howards End |
"Quite right." | Henry | wouldn t have the keys."<|quote|>"Quite right."</|quote|>"Dolly would have taken them, | are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys."<|quote|>"Quite right."</|quote|>"Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately." | I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." "The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys."<|quote|>"Quite right."</|quote|>"Dolly would have taken them, but I... | Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said... | have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging ... | the inner depths, she found only the ordinary table and Turkey carpet, and though the map over the fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map. Another map hung opposite, on which the whole continent appeared, looking like a whale marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut,... | At every turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, but she felt that there was something a little unbalanced in the mind that so readily shreds the visible. The business man who assumes that this life is every... | been one of her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He touched a bell, the effect of which was to produce Charles. Charles had written his father an adequate letter--more adequate than Evie s, through which a girlish indignation throbbed. And he greeted his future stepmother with propri... | Howards End |
"Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately." | Charles Wilcox | have the keys." "Quite right."<|quote|>"Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately."</|quote|>"What s Mr. Bryce like?" | the farm; we wouldn t have the keys." "Quite right."<|quote|>"Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately."</|quote|>"What s Mr. Bryce like?" asked Margaret. But nobody cared. | them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." "The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys." "Quite right."<|quote|>"Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunat... | the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles mo... | a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a cha... | depths, she found only the ordinary table and Turkey carpet, and though the map over the fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map. Another map hung opposite, on which the whole continent appeared, looking like a whale marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut, but Henry... | turn of speech one was confronted with reality and the absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, but she felt that there was something a little unbalanced in the mind that so readily shreds the visible. The business man who assumes that this life is everything, an... | "I hope that my wife--how do you do?--will give you a decent lunch," was his opening. "I left instructions, but we live in a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s ... | Howards End |
"What s Mr. Bryce like?" | Margaret | but I was in, fortunately."<|quote|>"What s Mr. Bryce like?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. But nobody cared. | "Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately."<|quote|>"What s Mr. Bryce like?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was the tenant, | after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." "The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys." "Quite right." "Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately."<|quote|>"What s Mr. Bryce like?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. B... | type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sha... | think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw su... | and though the map over the fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map. Another map hung opposite, on which the whole continent appeared, looking like a whale marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut, but Henry s voice came through it, dictating a "strong" letter. She mi... | absolute. Perhaps Margaret grew too old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, but she felt that there was something a little unbalanced in the mind that so readily shreds the visible. The business man who assumes that this life is everything, and the mystic who asserts that it is nothing, fail, on t... | the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the... | Howards End |
asked Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was the tenant, who had no right to sublet; to have defined him further was a waste of time. On his misdeeds they descanted profusely, until the girl who had been typing the strong letter came out with it. Mr. Wilcox added his signature. | No speaker | "What s Mr. Bryce like?"<|quote|>asked Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was the tenant, who had no right to sublet; to have defined him further was a waste of time. On his misdeeds they descanted profusely, until the girl who had been typing the strong letter came out with it. Mr. Wilcox added his signature.</|quo... | but I was in, fortunately." "What s Mr. Bryce like?"<|quote|>asked Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was the tenant, who had no right to sublet; to have defined him further was a waste of time. On his misdeeds they descanted profusely, until the girl who had been typing the strong letter came out with it. Mr. Wilco... | sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." "The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys." "Quite right." "Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately." "What s Mr. Bryce like?"<|quote|>asked Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was th... | fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in pe... | wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess.... | the fireplace did depict a helping of West Africa, it was a very ordinary map. Another map hung opposite, on which the whole continent appeared, looking like a whale marked out for a blubber, and by its side was a door, shut, but Henry s voice came through it, dictating a "strong" letter. She might have been at the Por... | old for metaphysics, perhaps Henry was weaning her from them, but she felt that there was something a little unbalanced in the mind that so readily shreds the visible. The business man who assumes that this life is everything, and the mystic who asserts that it is nothing, fail, on this side and on that, to hit the tru... | West; that they come at all promises a fairer future. Margaret, though unable to understand her sister, was assured against estrangement, and returned to London with a more peaceful mind. The following morning, at eleven o clock, she presented herself at the offices of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company. She ... | Howards End |
"Now we ll be off," | Henry | Mr. Wilcox added his signature.<|quote|>"Now we ll be off,"</|quote|>said he. A motor-drive, a | letter came out with it. Mr. Wilcox added his signature.<|quote|>"Now we ll be off,"</|quote|>said he. A motor-drive, a form of felicity detested by | Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was the tenant, who had no right to sublet; to have defined him further was a waste of time. On his misdeeds they descanted profusely, until the girl who had been typing the strong letter came out with it. Mr. Wilcox added his signature.<|quote|>"Now we ll be off,"</|quote|>said he... | one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." "The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys." "Quite right." "Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately." "What s Mr. Bryce like?" asked Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was the tenant, who ... | after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He ... | "strong" letter. She might have been at the Porphyrion, or Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the company rather than its West African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. W... | side and on that, to hit the truth. "Yes, I see, dear; it s about half-way between," Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being alive, was not half-way between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the ou... | I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mes... | Howards End |
said he. A motor-drive, a form of felicity detested by Margaret, awaited her. Charles saw them in, civil to the last, and in a moment the offices of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company faded away. But it was not an impressive drive. Perhaps the weather was to blame, being grey and banked high with weary clouds... | No speaker | "Now we ll be off,"<|quote|>said he. A motor-drive, a form of felicity detested by Margaret, awaited her. Charles saw them in, civil to the last, and in a moment the offices of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company faded away. But it was not an impressive drive. Perhaps the weather was to blame, being grey and b... | Mr. Wilcox added his signature. "Now we ll be off,"<|quote|>said he. A motor-drive, a form of felicity detested by Margaret, awaited her. Charles saw them in, civil to the last, and in a moment the offices of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company faded away. But it was not an impressive drive. Perhaps the weathe... | Bryce was the tenant, who had no right to sublet; to have defined him further was a waste of time. On his misdeeds they descanted profusely, until the girl who had been typing the strong letter came out with it. Mr. Wilcox added his signature. "Now we ll be off,"<|quote|>said he. A motor-drive, a form of felicity detes... | in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." "The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys." "Quite right." "Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately." "What s Mr. Bryce like?" asked Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was the tenant, who had no right to suble... | such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to pu... | been at the Porphyrion, or Dempster s Bank, or her own wine-merchant s. Everything seems just alike in these days. But perhaps she was seeing the Imperial side of the company rather than its West African, and Imperialism always had been one of her difficulties. "One minute!" called Mr. Wilcox on receiving her name. He ... | hit the truth. "Yes, I see, dear; it s about half-way between," Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being alive, was not half-way between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to insure ste... | live in a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it ... | Howards End |
"They re all right," | Henry | and children on the brain.<|quote|>"They re all right,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll | poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain.<|quote|>"They re all right,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the | no urgency of dance; but they would be real nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain.<|quote|>"They re all right,"</|quote|>sai... | he would sing the nymphs of Hertfordshire as indeterminate of feature, with hair obfuscated by the London smoke. Their eyes would be sad, and averted from their fate towards the Northern flats, their leader not Isis or Sabrina, but the slowly flowing Lea. No glory of raiment would be theirs, no urgency of dance; but th... | African Rubber Company faded away. But it was not an impressive drive. Perhaps the weather was to blame, being grey and banked high with weary clouds. Perhaps Hertfordshire is scarcely intended for motorists. Did not a gentleman once motor so quickly through Westmoreland that he missed it? and if Westmoreland can be mi... | "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent ... | Rubber Company. She was glad to go there, for Henry had implied his business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface... | wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying wi... | Howards End |
said Mr. Wilcox. | No speaker | brain. "They re all right,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox.</|quote|>"They ll learn--like the swallows | chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox.</|quote|>"They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, | but they would be real nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox.</|quote|>"They l... | nymphs of Hertfordshire as indeterminate of feature, with hair obfuscated by the London smoke. Their eyes would be sad, and averted from their fate towards the Northern flats, their leader not Isis or Sabrina, but the slowly flowing Lea. No glory of raiment would be theirs, no urgency of dance; but they would be real n... | away. But it was not an impressive drive. Perhaps the weather was to blame, being grey and banked high with weary clouds. Perhaps Hertfordshire is scarcely intended for motorists. Did not a gentleman once motor so quickly through Westmoreland that he missed it? and if Westmoreland can be missed, it will fare ill with a... | so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram afte... | glad to go there, for Henry had implied his business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and pol... | joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that hou... | Howards End |
"They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." | Henry | all right," said Mr. Wilcox.<|quote|>"They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires."</|quote|>"Yes, but, while they re | on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox.<|quote|>"They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires."</|quote|>"Yes, but, while they re learning--" "The motor s come | be real nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox.<|quote|>"They ll learn--like the swallo... | as indeterminate of feature, with hair obfuscated by the London smoke. Their eyes would be sad, and averted from their fate towards the Northern flats, their leader not Isis or Sabrina, but the slowly flowing Lea. No glory of raiment would be theirs, no urgency of dance; but they would be real nymphs. The chauffeur cou... | was not an impressive drive. Perhaps the weather was to blame, being grey and banked high with weary clouds. Perhaps Hertfordshire is scarcely intended for motorists. Did not a gentleman once motor so quickly through Westmoreland that he missed it? and if Westmoreland can be missed, it will fare ill with a county whose... | type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sha... | there, for Henry had implied his business rather than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished count... | and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." "The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys." "Quite right." "Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately." "What s Mr. Bryce like?" asked Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce w... | Howards End |
"Yes, but, while they re learning--" | Margaret | the swallows and the telegraph-wires."<|quote|>"Yes, but, while they re learning--"</|quote|>"The motor s come to | Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires."<|quote|>"Yes, but, while they re learning--"</|quote|>"The motor s come to stay," he answered. "One must | as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires."<|quote|>"Yes, but, while t... | the London smoke. Their eyes would be sad, and averted from their fate towards the Northern flats, their leader not Isis or Sabrina, but the slowly flowing Lea. No glory of raiment would be theirs, no urgency of dance; but they would be real nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Gre... | was to blame, being grey and banked high with weary clouds. Perhaps Hertfordshire is scarcely intended for motorists. Did not a gentleman once motor so quickly through Westmoreland that he missed it? and if Westmoreland can be missed, it will fare ill with a county whose delicate structure particularly needs the attent... | said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the u... | than described it, and the formlessness and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no ... | him further was a waste of time. On his misdeeds they descanted profusely, until the girl who had been typing the strong letter came out with it. Mr. Wilcox added his signature. "Now we ll be off," said he. A motor-drive, a form of felicity detested by Margaret, awaited her. Charles saw them in, civil to the last, and ... | Howards End |
"The motor s come to stay," | Henry | but, while they re learning--"<|quote|>"The motor s come to stay,"</|quote|>he answered. "One must get | swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--"<|quote|>"The motor s come to stay,"</|quote|>he answered. "One must get about. There s a pretty | for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--"<|quote|>"The moto... | be sad, and averted from their fate towards the Northern flats, their leader not Isis or Sabrina, but the slowly flowing Lea. No glory of raiment would be theirs, no urgency of dance; but they would be real nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter tr... | banked high with weary clouds. Perhaps Hertfordshire is scarcely intended for motorists. Did not a gentleman once motor so quickly through Westmoreland that he missed it? and if Westmoreland can be missed, it will fare ill with a county whose delicate structure particularly needs the attentive eye. Hertfordshire is Eng... | had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next th... | and vagueness that one associates with Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electric-light globe... | his signature. "Now we ll be off," said he. A motor-drive, a form of felicity detested by Margaret, awaited her. Charles saw them in, civil to the last, and in a moment the offices of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company faded away. But it was not an impressive drive. Perhaps the weather was to blame, being gre... | Howards End |
he answered. | No speaker | motor s come to stay,"<|quote|>he answered.</|quote|>"One must get about. There | while they re learning--" "The motor s come to stay,"<|quote|>he answered.</|quote|>"One must get about. There s a pretty church--oh, you | full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--" "The motor s come to stay,"<|quote|>he answere... | fate towards the Northern flats, their leader not Isis or Sabrina, but the slowly flowing Lea. No glory of raiment would be theirs, no urgency of dance; but they would be real nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick ... | Hertfordshire is scarcely intended for motorists. Did not a gentleman once motor so quickly through Westmoreland that he missed it? and if Westmoreland can be missed, it will fare ill with a county whose delicate structure particularly needs the attentive eye. Hertfordshire is England at its quietest, with little empha... | notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." "The keys are at... | Africa itself had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rab... | t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Monday without even arranging for a charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s u... | Howards End |
"One must get about. There s a pretty church--oh, you aren t sharp enough. Well, look out, if the road worries you--right outward at the scenery." | Henry | come to stay," he answered.<|quote|>"One must get about. There s a pretty church--oh, you aren t sharp enough. Well, look out, if the road worries you--right outward at the scenery."</|quote|>She looked at the scenery. | re learning--" "The motor s come to stay," he answered.<|quote|>"One must get about. There s a pretty church--oh, you aren t sharp enough. Well, look out, if the road worries you--right outward at the scenery."</|quote|>She looked at the scenery. It heaved and merged like | Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--" "The motor s come to stay," he answered.<|quote|>"One ... | the Northern flats, their leader not Isis or Sabrina, but the slowly flowing Lea. No glory of raiment would be theirs, no urgency of dance; but they would be real nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Ma... | scarcely intended for motorists. Did not a gentleman once motor so quickly through Westmoreland that he missed it? and if Westmoreland can be missed, it will fare ill with a county whose delicate structure particularly needs the attentive eye. Hertfordshire is England at its quietest, with little emphasis of river and ... | as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." "The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t... | had hitherto brooded over the main sources of his wealth. Not that a visit to the office cleared things up. There was just the ordinary surface scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches fa... | you a decent lunch," was his opening. "I left instructions, but we live in a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it... | Howards End |
She looked at the scenery. It heaved and merged like porridge. Presently it congealed. They had arrived. Charles s house on the left; on the right the swelling forms of the Six Hills. Their appearance in such a neighbourhood surprised her. They interrupted the stream of residences that was thickening up towards Hilton.... | No speaker | you--right outward at the scenery."<|quote|>She looked at the scenery. It heaved and merged like porridge. Presently it congealed. They had arrived. Charles s house on the left; on the right the swelling forms of the Six Hills. Their appearance in such a neighbourhood surprised her. They interrupted the stream of resid... | out, if the road worries you--right outward at the scenery."<|quote|>She looked at the scenery. It heaved and merged like porridge. Presently it congealed. They had arrived. Charles s house on the left; on the right the swelling forms of the Six Hills. Their appearance in such a neighbourhood surprised her. They interr... | Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--" "The motor s come to stay," he answered. "One must get about. There s a pretty church--oh, you aren t sharp enough. Well, look out, if the road worries you--right outward at the scenery."<|quote|>She looked at t... | they would be real nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swa... | fare ill with a county whose delicate structure particularly needs the attentive eye. Hertfordshire is England at its quietest, with little emphasis of river and hill; it is England meditative. If Drayton were with us again to write a new edition of his incomparable poem, he would sing the nymphs of Hertfordshire as in... | a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." "The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys." "Quite right." "Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately." "What s Mr. Bryce like?" asked Margaret. But nob... | scum of ledgers and polished counters and brass bars that began and stopped for no possible reason, of electric-light globes blossoming in triplets, of little rabbit-hutches faced with glass or wire, of little rabbits. And even when she penetrated to the inner depths, she found only the ordinary table and Turkey carpet... | missed, it will fare ill with a county whose delicate structure particularly needs the attentive eye. Hertfordshire is England at its quietest, with little emphasis of river and hill; it is England meditative. If Drayton were with us again to write a new edition of his incomparable poem, he would sing the nymphs of Her... | Howards End |
"Kiss them now, and come away," | Henry | by talking sense to him.<|quote|>"Kiss them now, and come away,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox. She came, | Dolly into fits of laughter by talking sense to him.<|quote|>"Kiss them now, and come away,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; | and Margaret roused from a grave meditation was pleased and chaffed him back. Dolly seemed surprised and eyed her curiously. After lunch the two children came down. Margaret disliked babies, but hit it off better with the two-year-old, and sent Dolly into fits of laughter by talking sense to him.<|quote|>"Kiss them now... | lunch, every dish of which concealed or exuded cream. Mr. Bryce was the chief topic of conversation. Dolly described his visit with the key, while her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffing her and contradicting all she said. It was evidently the custom to laugh at Dolly. He chaffed Margaret too, and Margaret rous... | forms of the Six Hills. Their appearance in such a neighbourhood surprised her. They interrupted the stream of residences that was thickening up towards Hilton. Beyond them she saw meadows and a wood, and beneath them she settled that soldiers of the best kind lay buried. She hated war and liked soldiers--it was one of... | England meditative. If Drayton were with us again to write a new edition of his incomparable poem, he would sing the nymphs of Hertfordshire as indeterminate of feature, with hair obfuscated by the London smoke. Their eyes would be sad, and averted from their fate towards the Northern flats, their leader not Isis or Sa... | a rough-and-ready way. She expects you back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its w... | Charles saw them in, civil to the last, and in a moment the offices of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company faded away. But it was not an impressive drive. Perhaps the weather was to blame, being grey and banked high with weary clouds. Perhaps Hertfordshire is scarcely intended for motorists. Did not a gentlema... | Howards End |
said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minu... | No speaker | them now, and come away,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost... | talking sense to him. "Kiss them now, and come away,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the... | meditation was pleased and chaffed him back. Dolly seemed surprised and eyed her curiously. After lunch the two children came down. Margaret disliked babies, but hit it off better with the two-year-old, and sent Dolly into fits of laughter by talking sense to him. "Kiss them now, and come away,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox... | or exuded cream. Mr. Bryce was the chief topic of conversation. Dolly described his visit with the key, while her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffing her and contradicting all she said. It was evidently the custom to laugh at Dolly. He chaffed Margaret too, and Margaret roused from a grave meditation was please... | appearance in such a neighbourhood surprised her. They interrupted the stream of residences that was thickening up towards Hilton. Beyond them she saw meadows and a wood, and beneath them she settled that soldiers of the best kind lay buried. She hated war and liked soldiers--it was one of her amiable inconsistencies. ... | us again to write a new edition of his incomparable poem, he would sing the nymphs of Hertfordshire as indeterminate of feature, with hair obfuscated by the London smoke. Their eyes would be sad, and averted from their fate towards the Northern flats, their leader not Isis or Sabrina, but the slowly flowing Lea. No glo... | back to tea, too, after you have had a look at Howards End. I wonder what you ll think of the place. I wouldn t touch it with tongs myself. Do sit down! It s a measly little place." "I shall enjoy seeing it," said Margaret, feeling, for the first time, shy. "You ll see it at its worst, for Bryce decamped abroad last Mo... | "Now we ll be off," said he. A motor-drive, a form of felicity detested by Margaret, awaited her. Charles saw them in, civil to the last, and in a moment the offices of the Imperial and West African Rubber Company faded away. But it was not an impressive drive. Perhaps the weather was to blame, being grey and banked hi... | Howards End |
"What s happened?" | Margaret | the door of the car.<|quote|>"What s happened?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. "What do you | they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car.<|quote|>"What s happened?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. "What do you suppose?" said Henry. A little | said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car.<|quote|>"What s happened?"</|quote|>asked Mar... | down. Margaret disliked babies, but hit it off better with the two-year-old, and sent Dolly into fits of laughter by talking sense to him. "Kiss them now, and come away," said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly an... | were the first drops of the rain. They ran in gaily, and after a long wait in the drawing-room, sat down to the rough-and-ready lunch, every dish of which concealed or exuded cream. Mr. Bryce was the chief topic of conversation. Dolly described his visit with the key, while her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffi... | nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the teleg... | charwoman to clear up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilc... | Their eyes would be sad, and averted from their fate towards the Northern flats, their leader not Isis or Sabrina, but the slowly flowing Lea. No glory of raiment would be theirs, no urgency of dance; but they would be real nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was ... | Howards End |
asked Margaret. | No speaker | the car. "What s happened?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"What do you suppose?" said | Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"What do you suppose?" said Henry. A little porch was | Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"What do y... | babies, but hit it off better with the two-year-old, and sent Dolly into fits of laughter by talking sense to him. "Kiss them now, and come away," said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn... | drops of the rain. They ran in gaily, and after a long wait in the drawing-room, sat down to the rough-and-ready lunch, every dish of which concealed or exuded cream. Mr. Bryce was the chief topic of conversation. Dolly described his visit with the key, while her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffing her and cont... | could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but... | up after him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "... | Did not a gentleman once motor so quickly through Westmoreland that he missed it? and if Westmoreland can be missed, it will fare ill with a county whose delicate structure particularly needs the attentive eye. Hertfordshire is England at its quietest, with little emphasis of river and hill; it is England meditative. I... | Howards End |
"What do you suppose?" | Henry | "What s happened?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"What do you suppose?"</|quote|>said Henry. A little porch | the door of the car. "What s happened?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"What do you suppose?"</|quote|>said Henry. A little porch was close up against her | Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"What do you suppose?"</|quote|>sai... | hit it off better with the two-year-old, and sent Dolly into fits of laughter by talking sense to him. "Kiss them now, and come away," said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was ob... | the rain. They ran in gaily, and after a long wait in the drawing-room, sat down to the rough-and-ready lunch, every dish of which concealed or exuded cream. Mr. Bryce was the chief topic of conversation. Dolly described his visit with the key, while her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffing her and contradicting... | travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while th... | him. I never saw such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had th... | in such a neighbourhood surprised her. They interrupted the stream of residences that was thickening up towards Hilton. Beyond them she saw meadows and a wood, and beneath them she settled that soldiers of the best kind lay buried. She hated war and liked soldiers--it was one of her amiable inconsistencies. But here wa... | Howards End |
said Henry. A little porch was close up against her face. | No speaker | Margaret. "What do you suppose?"<|quote|>said Henry. A little porch was close up against her face.</|quote|>"Are we there already?" "We | car. "What s happened?" asked Margaret. "What do you suppose?"<|quote|>said Henry. A little porch was close up against her face.</|quote|>"Are we there already?" "We are." "Well, I never! In | turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?" asked Margaret. "What do you suppose?"<|quote|>said Henry. A little porch was close up against... | with the two-year-old, and sent Dolly into fits of laughter by talking sense to him. "Kiss them now, and come away," said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this ti... | in gaily, and after a long wait in the drawing-room, sat down to the rough-and-ready lunch, every dish of which concealed or exuded cream. Mr. Bryce was the chief topic of conversation. Dolly described his visit with the key, while her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffing her and contradicting all she said. It w... | he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--" "Th... | such a disgraceful mess. It s unbelievable. He wasn t in the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to pu... | telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--" "The motor s come to stay," he answered. "One must get about. There s a pretty church--oh, you aren t sharp enough. Well, look out, if the road worries you--right outward at the scenery." She looked at the scenery. It heaved and merged like porridge. Presently it c... | Howards End |
"Are we there already?" | Margaret | close up against her face.<|quote|>"Are we there already?"</|quote|>"We are." "Well, I never! | Henry. A little porch was close up against her face.<|quote|>"Are we there already?"</|quote|>"We are." "Well, I never! In years ago it seemed | The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?" asked Margaret. "What do you suppose?" said Henry. A little porch was close up against her face.<|quote|>"Are we there already?"</|quote|>"We are." "Well, I... | talking sense to him. "Kiss them now, and come away," said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up... | down to the rough-and-ready lunch, every dish of which concealed or exuded cream. Mr. Bryce was the chief topic of conversation. Dolly described his visit with the key, while her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffing her and contradicting all she said. It was evidently the custom to laugh at Dolly. He chaffed Mar... | Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--" "The motor s come to stay," he answered. "One must get... | the house a month." "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your le... | learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--" "The motor s come to stay," he answered. "One must get about. There s a pretty church--oh, you aren t sharp enough. Well, look out, if the road worries you--right outward at the scenery." She looked at the scenery. It heaved and mer... | Howards End |
"We are." | Henry | face. "Are we there already?"<|quote|>"We are."</|quote|>"Well, I never! In years | was close up against her face. "Are we there already?"<|quote|>"We are."</|quote|>"Well, I never! In years ago it seemed so far | with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?" asked Margaret. "What do you suppose?" said Henry. A little porch was close up against her face. "Are we there already?"<|quote|>"We are."</|quote|>"Well, I never! In years ag... | "Kiss them now, and come away," said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost a... | lunch, every dish of which concealed or exuded cream. Mr. Bryce was the chief topic of conversation. Dolly described his visit with the key, while her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffing her and contradicting all she said. It was evidently the custom to laugh at Dolly. He chaffed Margaret too, and Margaret rous... | went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--" "The motor s come to stay," he answered. "One must get about. There s a prett... | "I ve more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave... | nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the teleg... | Howards End |
"Well, I never! In years ago it seemed so far away." | Margaret | we there already?" "We are."<|quote|>"Well, I never! In years ago it seemed so far away."</|quote|>Smiling, but somehow disillusioned, she | up against her face. "Are we there already?" "We are."<|quote|>"Well, I never! In years ago it seemed so far away."</|quote|>Smiling, but somehow disillusioned, she jumped out, and her impetus | hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?" asked Margaret. "What do you suppose?" said Henry. A little porch was close up against her face. "Are we there already?" "We are."<|quote|>"Well, I never! In years ago it seemed so far... | now, and come away," said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of... | dish of which concealed or exuded cream. Mr. Bryce was the chief topic of conversation. Dolly described his visit with the key, while her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffing her and contradicting all she said. It was evidently the custom to laugh at Dolly. He chaffed Margaret too, and Margaret roused from a gra... | quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--" "The motor s come to stay," he answered. "One must get about. There s a pretty church--o... | more than a little bone to pick with Bryce," called Henry from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Char... | of residences that was thickening up towards Hilton. Beyond them she saw meadows and a wood, and beneath them she settled that soldiers of the best kind lay buried. She hated war and liked soldiers--it was one of her amiable inconsistencies. But here was Dolly, dressed up to the nines, standing at the door to greet the... | Howards End |
Smiling, but somehow disillusioned, she jumped out, and her impetus carried her to the front-door. She was about to open it, when Henry said: | No speaker | it seemed so far away."<|quote|>Smiling, but somehow disillusioned, she jumped out, and her impetus carried her to the front-door. She was about to open it, when Henry said:</|quote|>"That s no good; it | I never! In years ago it seemed so far away."<|quote|>Smiling, but somehow disillusioned, she jumped out, and her impetus carried her to the front-door. She was about to open it, when Henry said:</|quote|>"That s no good; it s locked. Who s got | a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?" asked Margaret. "What do you suppose?" said Henry. A little porch was close up against her face. "Are we there already?" "We are." "Well, I never! In years ago it seemed so far away."<|quote|>Smiling, but somehow disillusioned, she jum... | to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the ... | chief topic of conversation. Dolly described his visit with the key, while her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffing her and contradicting all she said. It was evidently the custom to laugh at Dolly. He chaffed Margaret too, and Margaret roused from a grave meditation was pleased and chaffed him back. Dolly seeme... | children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--" "The motor s come to stay," he answered. "One must get about. There s a pretty church--oh, you aren t sharp enough. Well, look out, if the road worries you--right... | from the inner chamber. "Why did he go so suddenly?" "Invalid type; couldn t sleep." "Poor fellow!" "Poor fiddlesticks!" said Mr. Wilcox, joining them. "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charl... | intended for motorists. Did not a gentleman once motor so quickly through Westmoreland that he missed it? and if Westmoreland can be missed, it will fare ill with a county whose delicate structure particularly needs the attentive eye. Hertfordshire is England at its quietest, with little emphasis of river and hill; it ... | Howards End |
"That s no good; it s locked. Who s got the key?" | Henry | open it, when Henry said:<|quote|>"That s no good; it s locked. Who s got the key?"</|quote|>As he had himself forgotten | front-door. She was about to open it, when Henry said:<|quote|>"That s no good; it s locked. Who s got the key?"</|quote|>As he had himself forgotten to call for the key | A little porch was close up against her face. "Are we there already?" "We are." "Well, I never! In years ago it seemed so far away." Smiling, but somehow disillusioned, she jumped out, and her impetus carried her to the front-door. She was about to open it, when Henry said:<|quote|>"That s no good; it s locked. Who s g... | was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?" asked Margaret. "What do you suppose?" said Henry. A little porch was close up against her face. "Are we... | It was evidently the custom to laugh at Dolly. He chaffed Margaret too, and Margaret roused from a grave meditation was pleased and chaffed him back. Dolly seemed surprised and eyed her curiously. After lunch the two children came down. Margaret disliked babies, but hit it off better with the two-year-old, and sent Dol... | learning--" "The motor s come to stay," he answered. "One must get about. There s a pretty church--oh, you aren t sharp enough. Well, look out, if the road worries you--right outward at the scenery." She looked at the scenery. It heaved and merged like porridge. Presently it congealed. They had arrived. Charles s house... | "He had the impudence to put up notice-boards without as much as saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the nex... | her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffing her and contradicting all she said. It was evidently the custom to laugh at Dolly. He chaffed Margaret too, and Margaret roused from a grave meditation was pleased and chaffed him back. Dolly seemed surprised and eyed her curiously. After lunch the two children came down.... | Howards End |
As he had himself forgotten to call for the key at the farm, no one replied. He also wanted to know who had left the front gate open, since a cow had strayed in from the road, and was spoiling the croquet lawn. Then he said rather crossly: | No speaker | Who s got the key?"<|quote|>As he had himself forgotten to call for the key at the farm, no one replied. He also wanted to know who had left the front gate open, since a cow had strayed in from the road, and was spoiling the croquet lawn. Then he said rather crossly:</|quote|>"Margaret, you wait in the | no good; it s locked. Who s got the key?"<|quote|>As he had himself forgotten to call for the key at the farm, no one replied. He also wanted to know who had left the front gate open, since a cow had strayed in from the road, and was spoiling the croquet lawn. Then he said rather crossly:</|quote|>"Margaret, you wait i... | already?" "We are." "Well, I never! In years ago it seemed so far away." Smiling, but somehow disillusioned, she jumped out, and her impetus carried her to the front-door. She was about to open it, when Henry said: "That s no good; it s locked. Who s got the key?"<|quote|>As he had himself forgotten to call for the key... | round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?" asked Margaret. "What do you suppose?" said Henry. A little porch was close up against her face. "Are we there already?" "We are." "Well, I never! In years ago it seemed... | too, and Margaret roused from a grave meditation was pleased and chaffed him back. Dolly seemed surprised and eyed her curiously. After lunch the two children came down. Margaret disliked babies, but hit it off better with the two-year-old, and sent Dolly into fits of laughter by talking sense to him. "Kiss them now, a... | about. There s a pretty church--oh, you aren t sharp enough. Well, look out, if the road worries you--right outward at the scenery." She looked at the scenery. It heaved and merged like porridge. Presently it congealed. They had arrived. Charles s house on the left; on the right the swelling forms of the Six Hills. The... | saying with your leave or by your leave. Charles flung them down." "Yes, I flung them down," said Charles modestly. "I ve sent a telegram after him, and a pretty sharp one, too. He, and he in person, is responsible for the upkeep of that house for the next three years." "The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the k... | of the rain. They ran in gaily, and after a long wait in the drawing-room, sat down to the rough-and-ready lunch, every dish of which concealed or exuded cream. Mr. Bryce was the chief topic of conversation. Dolly described his visit with the key, while her father-in-law gave satisfaction by chaffing her and contradict... | Howards End |
"Margaret, you wait in the dry. I ll go down for the key. It isn t a hundred yards." | Henry | Then he said rather crossly:<|quote|>"Margaret, you wait in the dry. I ll go down for the key. It isn t a hundred yards."</|quote|>"Mayn t I come too?" | was spoiling the croquet lawn. Then he said rather crossly:<|quote|>"Margaret, you wait in the dry. I ll go down for the key. It isn t a hundred yards."</|quote|>"Mayn t I come too?" "No; I shall be back | the key?" As he had himself forgotten to call for the key at the farm, no one replied. He also wanted to know who had left the front gate open, since a cow had strayed in from the road, and was spoiling the croquet lawn. Then he said rather crossly:<|quote|>"Margaret, you wait in the dry. I ll go down for the key. It i... | we there already?" "We are." "Well, I never! In years ago it seemed so far away." Smiling, but somehow disillusioned, she jumped out, and her impetus carried her to the front-door. She was about to open it, when Henry said: "That s no good; it s locked. Who s got the key?" As he had himself forgotten to call for the ke... | sense to him. "Kiss them now, and come away," said Mr. Wilcox. She came, but refused to kiss them; it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and ag... | right the swelling forms of the Six Hills. Their appearance in such a neighbourhood surprised her. They interrupted the stream of residences that was thickening up towards Hilton. Beyond them she saw meadows and a wood, and beneath them she settled that soldiers of the best kind lay buried. She hated war and liked sold... | next three years." "The keys are at the farm; we wouldn t have the keys." "Quite right." "Dolly would have taken them, but I was in, fortunately." "What s Mr. Bryce like?" asked Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was the tenant, who had no right to sublet; to have defined him further was a waste of time. On his misd... | custom to laugh at Dolly. He chaffed Margaret too, and Margaret roused from a grave meditation was pleased and chaffed him back. Dolly seemed surprised and eyed her curiously. After lunch the two children came down. Margaret disliked babies, but hit it off better with the two-year-old, and sent Dolly into fits of laugh... | Howards End |
"Mayn t I come too?" | Margaret | isn t a hundred yards."<|quote|>"Mayn t I come too?"</|quote|>"No; I shall be back | down for the key. It isn t a hundred yards."<|quote|>"Mayn t I come too?"</|quote|>"No; I shall be back before I m gone." Then | also wanted to know who had left the front gate open, since a cow had strayed in from the road, and was spoiling the croquet lawn. Then he said rather crossly: "Margaret, you wait in the dry. I ll go down for the key. It isn t a hundred yards."<|quote|>"Mayn t I come too?"</|quote|>"No; I shall be back before I m gone.... | disillusioned, she jumped out, and her impetus carried her to the front-door. She was about to open it, when Henry said: "That s no good; it s locked. Who s got the key?" As he had himself forgotten to call for the key at the farm, no one replied. He also wanted to know who had left the front gate open, since a cow had... | it was such hard luck on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the ca... | stream of residences that was thickening up towards Hilton. Beyond them she saw meadows and a wood, and beneath them she settled that soldiers of the best kind lay buried. She hated war and liked soldiers--it was one of her amiable inconsistencies. But here was Dolly, dressed up to the nines, standing at the door to gr... | have taken them, but I was in, fortunately." "What s Mr. Bryce like?" asked Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was the tenant, who had no right to sublet; to have defined him further was a waste of time. On his misdeeds they descanted profusely, until the girl who had been typing the strong letter came out with it. ... | not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic. But he went quite quick enough for Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, whil... | Howards End |
"No; I shall be back before I m gone." | Henry | "Mayn t I come too?"<|quote|>"No; I shall be back before I m gone."</|quote|>Then the car turned away, | isn t a hundred yards." "Mayn t I come too?"<|quote|>"No; I shall be back before I m gone."</|quote|>Then the car turned away, and it was as if | had left the front gate open, since a cow had strayed in from the road, and was spoiling the croquet lawn. Then he said rather crossly: "Margaret, you wait in the dry. I ll go down for the key. It isn t a hundred yards." "Mayn t I come too?"<|quote|>"No; I shall be back before I m gone."</|quote|>Then the car turned aw... | her impetus carried her to the front-door. She was about to open it, when Henry said: "That s no good; it s locked. Who s got the key?" As he had himself forgotten to call for the key at the farm, no one replied. He also wanted to know who had left the front gate open, since a cow had strayed in from the road, and was ... | on the little things, she said, and though Dolly proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?" ... | thickening up towards Hilton. Beyond them she saw meadows and a wood, and beneath them she settled that soldiers of the best kind lay buried. She hated war and liked soldiers--it was one of her amiable inconsistencies. But here was Dolly, dressed up to the nines, standing at the door to greet them, and here were the fi... | was in, fortunately." "What s Mr. Bryce like?" asked Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was the tenant, who had no right to sublet; to have defined him further was a waste of time. On his misdeeds they descanted profusely, until the girl who had been typing the strong letter came out with it. Mr. Wilcox added his si... | Margaret, a poor-spirited creature, who had chickens and children on the brain. "They re all right," said Mr. Wilcox. "They ll learn--like the swallows and the telegraph-wires." "Yes, but, while they re learning--" "The motor s come to stay," he answered. "One must get about. There s a pretty church--oh, you aren t sha... | Howards End |
Then the car turned away, and it was as if a curtain had risen. For the second time that day she saw the appearance of the earth. There were the greengage-trees that Helen had once described, there the tennis lawn, there the hedge that would be glorious with dog-roses in June, but the vision now was of black and palest... | No speaker | back before I m gone."<|quote|>Then the car turned away, and it was as if a curtain had risen. For the second time that day she saw the appearance of the earth. There were the greengage-trees that Helen had once described, there the tennis lawn, there the hedge that would be glorious with dog-roses in June, but the vis... | too?" "No; I shall be back before I m gone."<|quote|>Then the car turned away, and it was as if a curtain had risen. For the second time that day she saw the appearance of the earth. There were the greengage-trees that Helen had once described, there the tennis lawn, there the hedge that would be glorious with dog-rose... | had strayed in from the road, and was spoiling the croquet lawn. Then he said rather crossly: "Margaret, you wait in the dry. I ll go down for the key. It isn t a hundred yards." "Mayn t I come too?" "No; I shall be back before I m gone."<|quote|>Then the car turned away, and it was as if a curtain had risen. For the s... | about to open it, when Henry said: "That s no good; it s locked. Who s got the key?" As he had himself forgotten to call for the key at the farm, no one replied. He also wanted to know who had left the front gate open, since a cow had strayed in from the road, and was spoiling the croquet lawn. Then he said rather cros... | proffered Chorly-worly and Porgly-woggles in turn, she was obdurate. By this time it was raining steadily. The car came round with the hood up, and again she lost all sense of space. In a few minutes they stopped, and Crane opened the door of the car. "What s happened?" asked Margaret. "What do you suppose?" said Henry... | and a wood, and beneath them she settled that soldiers of the best kind lay buried. She hated war and liked soldiers--it was one of her amiable inconsistencies. But here was Dolly, dressed up to the nines, standing at the door to greet them, and here were the first drops of the rain. They ran in gaily, and after a long... | Margaret. But nobody cared. Mr. Bryce was the tenant, who had no right to sublet; to have defined him further was a waste of time. On his misdeeds they descanted profusely, until the girl who had been typing the strong letter came out with it. Mr. Wilcox added his signature. "Now we ll be off," said he. A motor-drive, ... | inconsistencies. But here was Dolly, dressed up to the nines, standing at the door to greet them, and here were the first drops of the rain. They ran in gaily, and after a long wait in the drawing-room, sat down to the rough-and-ready lunch, every dish of which concealed or exuded cream. Mr. Bryce was the chief topic o... | Howards End |
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