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"Naughty cow! Go away!" | Margaret | that the place was beautiful.<|quote|>"Naughty cow! Go away!"</|quote|>cried Margaret to the cow, | For she had already decided that the place was beautiful.<|quote|>"Naughty cow! Go away!"</|quote|>cried Margaret to the cow, but without indignation. Harder came | the soil; she had seldom been in a garden where the flowers looked so well, and even the weeds she was idly plucking out of the porch were intensely green. Why had poor Mr. Bryce fled from all this beauty? For she had already decided that the place was beautiful.<|quote|>"Naughty cow! Go away!"</|quote|>cried Margaret ... | and Lent lilies stood sentinel on its margin, or advanced in battalions over the grass. Tulips were a tray of jewels. She could not see the wych-elm tree, but a branch of the celebrated vine, studded with velvet knobs had covered the perch. She was struck by the fertility of the soil; she had seldom been in a garden wh... | 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." 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, the... | "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... | 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... | 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 key a... | Howards End |
cried Margaret to the cow, but without indignation. Harder came the rain, pouring out of a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where Charles had hurled them. She must have interviewed Charles in another world--where one did have interviews. How Hele... | No speaker | beautiful. "Naughty cow! Go away!"<|quote|>cried Margaret to the cow, but without indignation. Harder came the rain, pouring out of a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where Charles had hurled them. She must have interviewed Charles in another wor... | decided that the place was beautiful. "Naughty cow! Go away!"<|quote|>cried Margaret to the cow, but without indignation. Harder came the rain, pouring out of a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where Charles had hurled them. She must have intervi... | seldom been in a garden where the flowers looked so well, and even the weeds she was idly plucking out of the porch were intensely green. Why had poor Mr. Bryce fled from all this beauty? For she had already decided that the place was beautiful. "Naughty cow! Go away!"<|quote|>cried Margaret to the cow, but without ind... | sentinel on its margin, or advanced in battalions over the grass. Tulips were a tray of jewels. She could not see the wych-elm tree, but a branch of the celebrated vine, studded with velvet knobs had covered the perch. She was struck by the fertility of the soil; she had seldom been in a garden where the flowers looked... | 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." 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 ... | 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 space. I... | 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 Sabrina, but the slowly flowing L... | 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: "Margaret, you wait in the dry. I ll go down for the key. It isn t a hundred yards." "Mayn... | Howards End |
"Is that you, Henry?" | Margaret | did so the house reverberated.<|quote|>"Is that you, Henry?"</|quote|>she called. There was no | the hall, and as she did so the house reverberated.<|quote|>"Is that you, Henry?"</|quote|>she called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated | door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, but, mingling, had cooled her brain. She paced back into the hall, and as she did so the house reverberated.<|quote|>"Is that you, Henry?"</|quote|>she cal... | way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought ... | cherries and plums. Farther on were hints of the meadow and a black cliff of pines. Yes, the meadow was beautiful. Penned in by the desolate weather, she recaptured the sense of space which the motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile,... | she to wait for Henry? He felt strongly about property, and might prefer to show her over himself. On the other hand, he had told her to keep in the dry, and the porch was beginning to drip. So she went in, and the draught from inside slammed the door behind. Desolation greeted her. Dirty finger-prints were on the hall... | 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 crossly: "... | all this beauty? For she had already decided that the place was beautiful. "Naughty cow! Go away!" cried Margaret to the cow, but without indignation. Harder came the rain, pouring out of a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where Charles had hurle... | Howards End |
she called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated again. | No speaker | reverberated. "Is that you, Henry?"<|quote|>she called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated again.</|quote|>"Henry, have you got in?" | she did so the house reverberated. "Is that you, Henry?"<|quote|>she called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated again.</|quote|>"Henry, have you got in?" But it was the heart | stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, but, mingling, had cooled her brain. She paced back into the hall, and as she did so the house reverberated. "Is that you, Henry?"<|quote|>she called. There was no answer, but the... | the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Afric... | on were hints of the meadow and a black cliff of pines. Yes, the meadow was beautiful. Penned in by the desolate weather, she recaptured the sense of space which the motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square mile... | Henry? He felt strongly about property, and might prefer to show her over himself. On the other hand, he had told her to keep in the dry, and the porch was beginning to drip. So she went in, and the draught from inside slammed the door behind. Desolation greeted her. Dirty finger-prints were on the hall-windows, flue a... | 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 crossly: "Margaret, you wai... | Then she opened one of the doors opposite--there were two--and exchanged wall-papers for whitewash. It was the servants part, though she scarcely realised that: just rooms again, where friends might shelter. The garden at the back was full of flowering cherries and plums. Farther on were hints of the meadow and a black... | Howards End |
"Henry, have you got in?" | Margaret | but the house reverberated again.<|quote|>"Henry, have you got in?"</|quote|>But it was the heart | called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated again.<|quote|>"Henry, have you got in?"</|quote|>But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly | of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, but, mingling, had cooled her brain. She paced back into the hall, and as she did so the house reverberated. "Is that you, Henry?" she called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated again.<|quote|>"Henry, have you got in?"</|quo... | her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations... | pines. Yes, the meadow was beautiful. Penned in by the desolate weather, she recaptured the sense of space which the motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The pha... | her over himself. On the other hand, he had told her to keep in the dry, and the porch was beginning to drip. So she went in, and the draught from inside slammed the door behind. Desolation greeted her. Dirty finger-prints were on the hall-windows, flue and rubbish on its unwashed boards. The civilisation of luggage ha... | 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 crossly: "Margaret, you wait in the dry. I ll go down for the key. It isn t... | so well, and even the weeds she was idly plucking out of the porch were intensely green. Why had poor Mr. Bryce fled from all this beauty? For she had already decided that the place was beautiful. "Naughty cow! Go away!" cried Margaret to the cow, but without indignation. Harder came the rain, pouring out of a windless... | Howards End |
But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erec... | No speaker | "Henry, have you got in?"<|quote|>But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman... | but the house reverberated again. "Henry, have you got in?"<|quote|>But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to... | two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, but, mingling, had cooled her brain. She paced back into the hall, and as she did so the house reverberated. "Is that you, Henry?" she called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated again. "Henry, have you got in?"<|quote|>But it was the heart of the... | from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her ... | beautiful. Penned in by the desolate weather, she recaptured the sense of space which the motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which Lond... | other hand, he had told her to keep in the dry, and the porch was beginning to drip. So she went in, and the draught from inside slammed the door behind. Desolation greeted her. Dirty finger-prints were on the hall-windows, flue and rubbish on its unwashed boards. The civilisation of luggage had been here for a month, ... | 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: "Margaret, you wait in the dry. I ll go down for the key. It isn t a hundred yards." "... | might prefer to show her over himself. On the other hand, he had told her to keep in the dry, and the porch was beginning to drip. So she went in, and the draught from inside slammed the door behind. Desolation greeted her. Dirty finger-prints were on the hall-windows, flue and rubbish on its unwashed boards. The civil... | Howards End |
"Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." | Miss Avery | that parted and said dryly:<|quote|>"Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox."</|quote|>Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In | with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly:<|quote|>"Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox."</|quote|>Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You | the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly:<|quote|>"Oh! Well, I took you for Ru... | paced back into the hall, and as she did so the house reverberated. "Is that you, Henry?" she called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated again. "Henry, have you got in?" But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination... | hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom ... | by their wallpapers. They were just rooms where one could shelter from the rain. Across the ceiling of each ran a great beam. The dining-room and hall revealed theirs openly, but the drawing-room s was match-boarded--because the facts of life must be concealed from ladies? Drawing-room, dining-room, and hall--how petty... | I come too?" "No; I shall be back before I m gone." 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... | Smiling and sighing, she laid her hand upon the door. It opened. The house was not locked up at all. She hesitated. Ought she to wait for Henry? He felt strongly about property, and might prefer to show her over himself. On the other hand, he had told her to keep in the dry, and the porch was beginning to drip. So she ... | Howards End |
Margaret stammered: | No speaker | took you for Ruth Wilcox."<|quote|>Margaret stammered:</|quote|>"I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of | said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox."<|quote|>Margaret stammered:</|quote|>"I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her | the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox."<|quote|>Margaret stammered:</|quote|>"I--... | did so the house reverberated. "Is that you, Henry?" she called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated again. "Henry, have you got in?" But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afr... | heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the ... | one could shelter from the rain. Across the ceiling of each ran a great beam. The dining-room and hall revealed theirs openly, but the drawing-room s was match-boarded--because the facts of life must be concealed from ladies? Drawing-room, dining-room, and hall--how petty the names sounded! Here were simply three rooms... | before I m gone." 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 o... | the back was full of flowering cherries and plums. Farther on were hints of the meadow and a black cliff of pines. Yes, the meadow was beautiful. Penned in by the desolate weather, she recaptured the sense of space which the motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times a... | Howards End |
"I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" | Margaret | for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered:<|quote|>"I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?"</|quote|>"In fancy, of course--in fancy. | "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered:<|quote|>"I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?"</|quote|>"In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of | that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered:<|quote|>"I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?"</|quote|>"In... | the house reverberated. "Is that you, Henry?" she called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated again. "Henry, have you got in?" But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Ma... | rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. No... | shelter from the rain. Across the ceiling of each ran a great beam. The dining-room and hall revealed theirs openly, but the drawing-room s was match-boarded--because the facts of life must be concealed from ladies? Drawing-room, dining-room, and hall--how petty the names sounded! Here were simply three rooms where chi... | m gone." 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 a... | Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by openi... | Howards End |
"In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." | Miss Avery | Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?"<|quote|>"In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day."</|quote|>And the old woman passed | I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?"<|quote|>"In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day."</|quote|>And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER | afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?"<|quote|>"In fancy, of course... | reverberated. "Is that you, Henry?" she called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated again. "Henry, have you got in?" But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flu... | this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she tho... | the rain. Across the ceiling of each ran a great beam. The dining-room and hall revealed theirs openly, but the drawing-room s was match-boarded--because the facts of life must be concealed from ladies? Drawing-room, dining-room, and hall--how petty the names sounded! Here were simply three rooms where children could p... | 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... | and hall--how petty the names sounded! Here were simply three rooms where children could play and friends shelter from the rain. Yes, and they were beautiful. Then she opened one of the doors opposite--there were two--and exchanged wall-papers for whitewash. It was the servants part, though she scarcely realised that: ... | Howards End |
And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV | No speaker | her way of walking. Good-day."<|quote|>And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV</|quote|>"It gave her quite a | of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day."<|quote|>And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV</|quote|>"It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when | of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day."<|quote|>And the old ... | the house reverberated again. "Henry, have you got in?" But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her.... | Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the t... | dining-room and hall revealed theirs openly, but the drawing-room s was match-boarded--because the facts of life must be concealed from ladies? Drawing-room, dining-room, and hall--how petty the names sounded! Here were simply three rooms where children could play and friends shelter from the rain. Yes, and they were b... | 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 green. Down by the dell-hole more vivid colours were... | shelter from the rain. Yes, and they were beautiful. Then she opened one of the doors opposite--there were two--and exchanged wall-papers for whitewash. It was the servants part, though she scarcely realised that: just rooms again, where friends might shelter. The garden at the back was full of flowering cherries and p... | Howards End |
"It gave her quite a turn," | Henry | into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV<|quote|>"It gave her quite a turn,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing | the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV<|quote|>"It gave her quite a turn,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at | was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV<|quote|>"It gave ... | was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with... | ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, bu... | match-boarded--because the facts of life must be concealed from ladies? Drawing-room, dining-room, and hall--how petty the names sounded! Here were simply three rooms where children could play and friends shelter from the rain. Yes, and they were beautiful. Then she opened one of the doors opposite--there were two--and... | 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 green. Down by the dell-hole more vivid colours were awakening, and Lent lilies stood sentinel on its ma... | rain. Across the ceiling of each ran a great beam. The dining-room and hall revealed theirs openly, but the drawing-room s was match-boarded--because the facts of life must be concealed from ladies? Drawing-room, dining-room, and hall--how petty the names sounded! Here were simply three rooms where children could play ... | Howards End |
said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. | No speaker | gave her quite a turn,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time.</|quote|>"None of you girls have | the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time.</|quote|>"None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, | face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox, when... | beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips ... | saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, but, mingling, had cooled her brai... | be concealed from ladies? Drawing-room, dining-room, and hall--how petty the names sounded! Here were simply three rooms where children could play and friends shelter from the rain. Yes, and they were beautiful. Then she opened one of the doors opposite--there were two--and exchanged wall-papers for whitewash. It was t... | 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 green. Down by the dell-hole more vivid colours were awakening, and Lent lilies stood sentinel on its margin, or advanced in battalions over... | watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; o... | Howards End |
"None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in... | Henry | incident to Dolly at tea-time.<|quote|>"None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarmi... | Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time.<|quote|>"None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming d... | I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time.<|quote|>"None of you girls ... | It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margar... | sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, but, mingling, had cooled her brain. She paced back into the hall, and as she did so the hou... | sounded! Here were simply three rooms where children could play and friends shelter from the rain. Yes, and they were beautiful. Then she opened one of the doors opposite--there were two--and exchanged wall-papers for whitewash. It was the servants part, though she scarcely realised that: just rooms again, where friend... | there the hedge that would be glorious with dog-roses in June, but the vision now was of black and palest green. Down by the dell-hole more vivid colours were awakening, and Lent lilies stood sentinel on its margin, or advanced in battalions over the grass. Tulips were a tray of jewels. She could not see the wych-elm t... | behind. Desolation greeted her. Dirty finger-prints were on the hall-windows, flue and rubbish on its unwashed boards. The civilisation of luggage had been here for a month, and then decamped. Dining-room and drawing-room--right and left--were guessed only by their wallpapers. They were just rooms where one could shelt... | Howards End |
He lit a cigarette. | No speaker | character; some old maids do."<|quote|>He lit a cigarette.</|quote|>"It is their last resource. | goes in for being a character; some old maids do."<|quote|>He lit a cigarette.</|quote|>"It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was | you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do."<|quote|>He lit a cigarette.</|quote|>"It is their last resou... | rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She mi... | in?" But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure... | was beautiful. Penned in by the desolate weather, she recaptured the sense of space which the motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which ... | the soil; she had seldom been in a garden where the flowers looked so well, and even the weeds she was idly plucking out of the porch were intensely green. Why had poor Mr. Bryce fled from all this beauty? For she had already decided that the place was beautiful. "Naughty cow! Go away!" cried Margaret to the cow, but w... | saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, but, mingling, had cooled her brai... | Howards End |
"It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." | Henry | do." He lit a cigarette.<|quote|>"It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine."</|quote|>"I wasn t as foolish | a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette.<|quote|>"It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine."</|quote|>"I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret | bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette.<|quote|>"It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was ... | gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something... | the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with fac... | by the desolate weather, she recaptured the sense of space which the motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was la... | seldom been in a garden where the flowers looked so well, and even the weeds she was idly plucking out of the porch were intensely green. Why had poor Mr. Bryce fled from all this beauty? For she had already decided that the place was beautiful. "Naughty cow! Go away!" cried Margaret to the cow, but without indignation... | run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she... | Howards End |
"I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," | Margaret | Bryce s business, not mine."<|quote|>"I wasn t as foolish as you suggest,"</|quote|>said Margaret "She only startled | the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine."<|quote|>"I wasn t as foolish as you suggest,"</|quote|>said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had | as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine."<|quote|>"I wasn t as foolish as you suggest,"</|quote|>said Margaret "Sh... | nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy... | the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" ... | that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the w... | porch were intensely green. Why had poor Mr. Bryce fled from all this beauty? For she had already decided that the place was beautiful. "Naughty cow! Go away!" cried Margaret to the cow, but without indignation. Harder came the rain, pouring out of a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-a... | roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her... | Howards End |
said Margaret | No speaker | as foolish as you suggest,"<|quote|>said Margaret</|quote|>"She only startled me, for | not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest,"<|quote|>said Margaret</|quote|>"She only startled me, for the house had been silent | car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest,"<|quote|>said Margaret</|quote|>"She only startled me, for the house... | put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a... | the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walki... | as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Hel... | Bryce fled from all this beauty? For she had already decided that the place was beautiful. "Naughty cow! Go away!" cried Margaret to the cow, but without indignation. Harder came the rain, pouring out of a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where C... | civilisation of luggage had been here for a month, and then decamped. Dining-room and drawing-room--right and left--were guessed only by their wallpapers. They were just rooms where one could shelter from the rain. Across the ceiling of each ran a great beam. The dining-room and hall revealed theirs openly, but the dra... | Howards End |
"She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." | Margaret | as you suggest," said Margaret<|quote|>"She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long."</|quote|>"Did you take her for | "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret<|quote|>"She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long."</|quote|>"Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for | I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret<|quote|>"She only startled me, for the house had been silent s... | all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a charac... | to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-... | as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to he... | from all this beauty? For she had already decided that the place was beautiful. "Naughty cow! Go away!" cried Margaret to the cow, but without indignation. Harder came the rain, pouring out of a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where Charles had ... | motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitche... | Howards End |
"Did you take her for a spook?" | Dolly | had been silent so long."<|quote|>"Did you take her for a spook?"</|quote|>asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" | startled me, for the house had been silent so long."<|quote|>"Did you take her for a spook?"</|quote|>asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised | maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long."<|quote|>"Did you take her for a spook?"</|quote|>asked Dolly... | Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resour... | A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER... | the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs,... | was beautiful. "Naughty cow! Go away!" cried Margaret to the cow, but without indignation. Harder came the rain, pouring out of a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where Charles had hurled them. She must have interviewed Charles in another world--... | heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying:... | Howards End |
asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. | No speaker | take her for a spook?"<|quote|>asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen.</|quote|>"Not exactly." "She really did | silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?"<|quote|>asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen.</|quote|>"Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who | is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?"<|quote|>asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" su... | of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the p... | with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said ... | bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose... | Margaret to the cow, but without indignation. Harder came the rain, pouring out of a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where Charles had hurled them. She must have interviewed Charles in another world--where one did have interviews. How Helen woul... | again, where friends might shelter. The garden at the back was full of flowering cherries and plums. Farther on were hints of the meadow and a black cliff of pines. Yes, the meadow was beautiful. Penned in by the desolate weather, she recaptured the sense of space which the motor had tried to rob from her. She remember... | Howards End |
"Not exactly." | Margaret | to church" summarised the unseen.<|quote|>"Not exactly."</|quote|>"She really did frighten you," | for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen.<|quote|>"Not exactly."</|quote|>"She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far | place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen.<|quote|>"Not exactly."</|quote|>"She really did fr... | stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish a... | dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of ... | the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her king... | out of a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where Charles had hurled them. She must have interviewed Charles in another world--where one did have interviews. How Helen would revel in such a notion! Charles dead, all people dead, nothing alive but h... | Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, but, mingling, had cool... | Howards End |
"She really did frighten you," | Henry | summarised the unseen. "Not exactly."<|quote|>"She really did frighten you,"</|quote|>said Henry, who was far | "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly."<|quote|>"She really did frighten you,"</|quote|>said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. | that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly."<|quote|>"She really did frighten you,"</|quote... | that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you sugges... | Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls ha... | at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by op... | a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where Charles had hurled them. She must have interviewed Charles in another world--where one did have interviews. How Helen would revel in such a notion! Charles dead, all people dead, nothing alive but houses a... | her blood, but, mingling, had cooled her brain. She paced back into the hall, and as she did so the house reverberated. "Is that you, Henry?" she called. There was no answer, but the house reverberated again. "Henry, have you got in?" But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. ... | Howards End |
said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. | No speaker | "She really did frighten you,"<|quote|>said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females.</|quote|>"Poor Margaret! And very naturally. | summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you,"<|quote|>said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females.</|quote|>"Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." | not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you,"<|quote|>said Henry, who was far from dis... | passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only... | Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls have any nerves, really... | kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that co... | up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where Charles had hurled them. She must have interviewed Charles in another world--where one did have interviews. How Helen would revel in such a notion! Charles dead, all people dead, nothing alive but houses and gardens. The obvious dead, t... | so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, but, mingling, had cooled her brain. She paced back into the hall, and as she did so the ... | Howards End |
"Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." | Henry | from discouraging timidity in females.<|quote|>"Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid."</|quote|>"Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" | said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females.<|quote|>"Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid."</|quote|>"Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself | said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females.<|quote|>"Poor Margaret! An... | car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent ... | fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frig... | where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of... | a row on the lawn where Charles had hurled them. She must have interviewed Charles in another world--where one did have interviews. How Helen would revel in such a notion! Charles dead, all people dead, nothing alive but houses and gardens. The obvious dead, the intangible alive, and no connection at all between them! ... | from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her ... | Howards End |
"Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" | Margaret | Uneducated classes are so stupid."<|quote|>"Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?"</|quote|>Margaret asked, and found herself | "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid."<|quote|>"Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?"</|quote|>Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme | been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid."<|quote|>"I... | a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked ... | old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clut... | came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme... | She must have interviewed Charles in another world--where one did have interviews. How Helen would revel in such a notion! Charles dead, all people dead, nothing alive but houses and gardens. The obvious dead, the intangible alive, and no connection at all between them! Margaret smiled. Would that her own fancies were ... | by the desolate weather, she recaptured the sense of space which the motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was la... | Howards End |
Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room. | No speaker | "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?"<|quote|>Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room.</|quote|>"She s just one of | Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?"<|quote|>Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room.</|quote|>"She s just one of the crew at the farm. | you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?"<|... | do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and... | the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. Sh... | half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life... | in another world--where one did have interviews. How Helen would revel in such a notion! Charles dead, all people dead, nothing alive but houses and gardens. The obvious dead, the intangible alive, and no connection at all between them! Margaret smiled. Would that her own fancies were as clear-cut! Would that she could... | The garden at the back was full of flowering cherries and plums. Farther on were hints of the meadow and a black cliff of pines. Yes, the meadow was beautiful. Penned in by the desolate weather, she recaptured the sense of space which the motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are n... | Howards End |
"She s just one of the crew at the farm. People like that always assume things. She assumed you d know who she was. She left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her ... | Henry | scheme of Dolly s drawing-room.<|quote|>"She s just one of the crew at the farm. People like that always assume things. She assumed you d know who she was. She left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring... | herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room.<|quote|>"She s just one of the crew at the farm. People like that always assume things. She assumed you d know who she was. She left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the hous... | church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dol... | was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did fr... | retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that ... | to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, but, mingling, had cooled her brain. She paced back into ... | notion! Charles dead, all people dead, nothing alive but houses and gardens. The obvious dead, the intangible alive, and no connection at all between them! Margaret smiled. Would that her own fancies were as clear-cut! Would that she could deal as high-handedly with the world! Smiling and sighing, she laid her hand upo... | The garden at the back was full of flowering cherries and plums. Farther on were hints of the meadow and a black cliff of pines. Yes, the meadow was beautiful. Penned in by the desolate weather, she recaptured the sense of space which the motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are n... | Howards End |
"I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." | Margaret | women like Miss Avery once."<|quote|>"I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps."</|quote|>"Or Miss Avery giving me | casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once."<|quote|>"I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps."</|quote|>"Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. | you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once."<|quote|>"I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps."</|quote|>"Or Miss Avery ... | the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room. "She s just one of the crew at the farm. People like that always assume things. She assumed you d know who she was. She left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and woul... | their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised th... | of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassiv... | her to keep in the dry, and the porch was beginning to drip. So she went in, and the draught from inside slammed the door behind. Desolation greeted her. Dirty finger-prints were on the hall-windows, flue and rubbish on its unwashed boards. The civilisation of luggage had been here for a month, and then decamped. Dinin... | her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, did... | Howards End |
"Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," | Dolly | t have disliked it, perhaps."<|quote|>"Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present,"</|quote|>said Dolly. Which was illogical | Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps."<|quote|>"Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present,"</|quote|>said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret | up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps."<|quote|>"Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present,"</|quote|... | "She s just one of the crew at the farm. People like that always assume things. She assumed you d know who she was. She left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her ... | was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did fr... | then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly:... | the porch was beginning to drip. So she went in, and the draught from inside slammed the door behind. Desolation greeted her. Dirty finger-prints were on the hall-windows, flue and rubbish on its unwashed boards. The civilisation of luggage had been here for a month, and then decamped. Dining-room and drawing-room--rig... | "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her father; of the two supreme nations, streams of whose life warmed her blood, but, mingling, had cooled her brain. She p... | Howards End |
said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. | No speaker | giving me a wedding present,"<|quote|>said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal.</|quote|>"But Charles said I must | it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present,"<|quote|>said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal.</|quote|>"But Charles said I must try not to mind, because | would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present,"<|quote|>said Dolly. Which was illogical but intere... | the farm. People like that always assume things. She assumed you d know who she was. She left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at ... | Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was fa... | is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret ... | went in, and the draught from inside slammed the door behind. Desolation greeted her. Dirty finger-prints were on the hall-windows, flue and rubbish on its unwashed boards. The civilisation of luggage had been here for a month, and then decamped. Dining-room and drawing-room--right and left--were guessed only by their ... | Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He li... | Howards End |
"But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." | Dolly | to learn a good deal.<|quote|>"But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother."</|quote|>"As usual, you ve got | Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal.<|quote|>"But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother."</|quote|>"As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good | the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal.<|quote|>"But Charles sai... | left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss ... | startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated cla... | stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." A... | on the hall-windows, flue and rubbish on its unwashed boards. The civilisation of luggage had been here for a month, and then decamped. Dining-room and drawing-room--right and left--were guessed only by their wallpapers. They were just rooms where one could shelter from the rain. Across the ceiling of each ran a great ... | didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their... | Howards End |
"As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." | Henry | she had known his grandmother."<|quote|>"As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea."</|quote|>"I meant great-grandmother--the one who | try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother."<|quote|>"As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea."</|quote|>"I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. | Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother."<|quote|>"As usual, you ve ... | seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery givi... | a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, an... | was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with lips that parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quit... | been here for a month, and then decamped. Dining-room and drawing-room--right and left--were guessed only by their wallpapers. They were just rooms where one could shelter from the rain. Across the ceiling of each ran a great beam. The dining-room and hall revealed theirs openly, but the drawing-room s was match-boarde... | car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent ... | Howards End |
"I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?" | Dolly | story wrong, my good Dorothea."<|quote|>"I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?"</|quote|>Her father-in-law blew out a | usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea."<|quote|>"I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?"</|quote|>Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude | Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea."<|quote|>"I meant great-grandmot... | the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which w... | summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s dra... | parted and said dryly: "Oh! Well, I took you for Ruth Wilcox." Margaret stammered: "I--Mrs. Wilcox--I?" "In fancy, of course--in fancy. You had her way of walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea... | and left--were guessed only by their wallpapers. They were just rooms where one could shelter from the rain. Across the ceiling of each ran a great beam. The dining-room and hall revealed theirs openly, but the drawing-room s was match-boarded--because the facts of life must be concealed from ladies? Drawing-room, dini... | goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her fo... | Howards End |
Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude to his dead wife was curious. He would allude to her, and hear her discussed, but never mentioned her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason. | No speaker | End, too, was a farm?"<|quote|>Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude to his dead wife was curious. He would allude to her, and hear her discussed, but never mentioned her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason.</|quote|>"Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox | Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?"<|quote|>Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude to his dead wife was curious. He would allude to her, and hear her discussed, but never mentioned her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason.</|q... | said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?"<|quote|>Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of... | Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not t... | classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room. "She s just one of the crew at the farm. People like that always assume things. She assumed you d know who she was. She left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby... | walking. Good-day." And the old woman passed out into the rain. CHAPTER XXIV "It gave her quite a turn," said Mr. Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Ma... | beam. The dining-room and hall revealed theirs openly, but the drawing-room s was match-boarded--because the facts of life must be concealed from ladies? Drawing-room, dining-room, and hall--how petty the names sounded! Here were simply three rooms where children could play and friends shelter from the rain. Yes, and t... | Wilcox, when retailing the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stai... | Howards End |
"Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, ... | Dolly | Dolly was--for the following reason.<|quote|>"Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening... | in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason.<|quote|>"Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff h... | End, too, was a farm?" Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude to his dead wife was curious. He would allude to her, and hear her discussed, but never mentioned her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason.<|quote|>"Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother-... | a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?" Her father-in-law b... | she was. She left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of wom... | it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a cha... | rain. Yes, and they were beautiful. Then she opened one of the doors opposite--there were two--and exchanged wall-papers for whitewash. It was the servants part, though she scarcely realised that: just rooms again, where friends might shelter. The garden at the back was full of flowering cherries and plums. Farther on ... | "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity ... | Howards End |
"I believe so," | Henry | was the last of them."<|quote|>"I believe so,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I | it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them."<|quote|>"I believe so,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried | would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them."<|quote|>"I believe so,"</|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End... | but never mentioned her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason. "Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that... | Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one ... | in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you... | the motor had tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its ki... | a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, an... | Howards End |
said Mr. Wilcox negligently. | No speaker | of them." "I believe so,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox negligently.</|quote|>"I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" | Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox negligently.</|quote|>"I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather | Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so,"<|quote|>said Mr. Wilcox negligently.</|quote|>"I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!... | her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason. "Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Char... | a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wi... | but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry,... | tried to rob from her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and hear... | really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room. "She s just one of the crew at t... | Howards End |
"I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" | Dolly | so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently.<|quote|>"I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!"</|quote|>cried Dolly. "I m rather | last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently.<|quote|>"I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!"</|quote|>cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, | I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently.<|quote|>"I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!"</|quote|>cried Dolly. "I m r... | was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason. "Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I mu... | Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t b... | s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from... | her. She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run thi... | the incident to Dolly at tea-time. "None of you girls have any nerves, really. Of course, a word from me put it all right, but silly old Miss Avery--she frightened you, didn t she, Margaret? There you stood clutching a bunch of weeds. She might have said something, instead of coming down the stairs with that alarming b... | Howards End |
cried Dolly. | No speaker | "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!"<|quote|>cried Dolly.</|quote|>"I m rather on the | so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!"<|quote|>cried Dolly.</|quote|>"I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I | good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!"<|quote|>cried Dolly.</|quote|>"I m rather on the spot thi... | dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason. "Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that t... | interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery frie... | wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in ... | ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the waters... | cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to chu... | Howards End |
"I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" | Dolly | Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly.<|quote|>"I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?"</|quote|>"I wish you d ask | Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly.<|quote|>"I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?"</|quote|>"I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended." "Oh, | s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly.<|quote|>"I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?"</|quote... | past. Dolly was--for the following reason. "Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.)... | Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End,... | as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females... | miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the ... | left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss ... | Howards End |
"I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended." | Henry | the spot this evening, eh?"<|quote|>"I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended."</|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can | Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?"<|quote|>"I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended."</|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?" "Because, if he has | this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?"<|quote|>"I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended."</|... | Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I... | "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?" Her father-in-law blew out a sha... | startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated cla... | square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind,... | the front lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have di... | Howards End |
"Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?" | Margaret | ask whether Crane s ended."<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?"</|quote|>"Because, if he has had | eh?" "I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended."<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?"</|quote|>"Because, if he has had enough tea, we ought to | killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended."<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?"</|quote|>"Becau... | he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last o... | because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?" Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude to his dead wife... | long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated... | practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Pu... | was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them a... | Howards End |
"Because, if he has had enough tea, we ought to go--Dolly s a good little woman," | Henry | Mr. Wilcox, how can you?"<|quote|>"Because, if he has had enough tea, we ought to go--Dolly s a good little woman,"</|quote|>he continued, "but a little | whether Crane s ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?"<|quote|>"Because, if he has had enough tea, we ought to go--Dolly s a good little woman,"</|quote|>he continued, "but a little of her goes a long | ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?"<|quote|>"Because, if he has had enough tea, we oug... | Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr.... | "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?" Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude to his dead wife was curious. He would allude to her, an... | a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, an... | phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid for ever when she paced from the hall at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will h... | "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room. "She s just ... | Howards End |
he continued, | No speaker | s a good little woman,"<|quote|>he continued,</|quote|>"but a little of her | tea, we ought to go--Dolly s a good little woman,"<|quote|>he continued,</|quote|>"but a little of her goes a long way. I | Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?" "Because, if he has had enough tea, we ought to go--Dolly s a good little woman,"<|quote|>he continued,</|quote|>"but a little of ... | s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rathe... | left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?" Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude to his dead wife was curious. He would allude to her, and hear her discussed, but never mentioned her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic p... | "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room. "She s just one of the crew... | at Howards End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by op... | makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because sh... | Howards End |
"but a little of her goes a long way. I couldn t live near her if you paid me." | Henry | good little woman," he continued,<|quote|>"but a little of her goes a long way. I couldn t live near her if you paid me."</|quote|>Margaret smiled. Though presenting a | ought to go--Dolly s a good little woman," he continued,<|quote|>"but a little of her goes a long way. I couldn t live near her if you paid me."</|quote|>Margaret smiled. Though presenting a firm front to outsiders, no | negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?" "Because, if he has had enough tea, we ought to go--Dolly s a good little woman," he continued,<|quote|>"but a little of her goes a long way.... | (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the... | Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?" Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude to his dead wife was curious. He would allude to her, and hear her discussed, but never mentioned her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly... | did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room. "She s just one of the crew at the farm... | End to its kitchen and heard the rain run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the d... | you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a weddi... | Howards End |
Margaret smiled. Though presenting a firm front to outsiders, no Wilcox could live near, or near the possessions of, any other Wilcox. They had the colonial spirit, and were always making for some spot where the white man might carry his burden unobserved. Of course, Howards End was impossible, so long as the younger c... | No speaker | her if you paid me."<|quote|>Margaret smiled. Though presenting a firm front to outsiders, no Wilcox could live near, or near the possessions of, any other Wilcox. They had the colonial spirit, and were always making for some spot where the white man might carry his burden unobserved. Of course, Howards End was impossi... | I couldn t live near her if you paid me."<|quote|>Margaret smiled. Though presenting a firm front to outsiders, no Wilcox could live near, or near the possessions of, any other Wilcox. They had the colonial spirit, and were always making for some spot where the white man might carry his burden unobserved. Of course, Ho... | you d ask whether Crane s ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?" "Because, if he has had enough tea, we ought to go--Dolly s a good little woman," he continued, "but a little of her goes a long way. I couldn t live near her if you paid me."<|quote|>Margaret smiled. Though presenting a firm front to outsiders, no Wilcox... | And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can ... | Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude to his dead wife was curious. He would allude to her, and hear her discussed, but never mentioned her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason. "Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he... | classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room. "She s just one of the crew at the farm. People like that always assume things. She assumed you d know who she was. She left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby... | divided it. Now Helen came to her mind, scrutinising half Wessex from the ridge of the Purbeck Downs, and saying: "You will have to lose something." She was not so sure. For instance she would double her kingdom by opening the door that concealed the stairs. Now she thought of the map of Africa; of empires; of her fath... | bonnet on. I passed her as I came in. Enough to make the car shy. I believe Miss Avery goes in for being a character; some old maids do." He lit a cigarette. "It is their last resource. Heaven knows what she was doing in the place; but that s Bryce s business, not mine." "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Marga... | Howards End |
"Curious mounds," | Henry | news of our restless civilisation.<|quote|>"Curious mounds,"</|quote|>said Henry, "but in with | Six Hills by now, bringing news of our restless civilisation.<|quote|>"Curious mounds,"</|quote|>said Henry, "but in with you now; another time." He | in Hilton. His objections to the house were plain as daylight now. Crane had had enough tea, and was sent to the garage, where their car had been trickling muddy water over Charles s. The downpour had surely penetrated the Six Hills by now, bringing news of our restless civilisation.<|quote|>"Curious mounds,"</|quote|>... | to outsiders, no Wilcox could live near, or near the possessions of, any other Wilcox. They had the colonial spirit, and were always making for some spot where the white man might carry his burden unobserved. Of course, Howards End was impossible, so long as the younger couple were established in Hilton. His objections... | killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?" "Because, if he has had... | Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmothe... | have you got in?" But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending... | at the farm. People like that always assume things. She assumed you d know who she was. She left all the Howards End keys in the front lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down ... | Howards End |
said Henry, | No speaker | our restless civilisation. "Curious mounds,"<|quote|>said Henry,</|quote|>"but in with you now; | by now, bringing news of our restless civilisation. "Curious mounds,"<|quote|>said Henry,</|quote|>"but in with you now; another time." He had to | His objections to the house were plain as daylight now. Crane had had enough tea, and was sent to the garage, where their car had been trickling muddy water over Charles s. The downpour had surely penetrated the Six Hills by now, bringing news of our restless civilisation. "Curious mounds,"<|quote|>said Henry,</|quote|... | no Wilcox could live near, or near the possessions of, any other Wilcox. They had the colonial spirit, and were always making for some spot where the white man might carry his burden unobserved. Of course, Howards End was impossible, so long as the younger couple were established in Hilton. His objections to the house ... | I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?" "Because, if he has had enough tea, ... | full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usu... | got in?" But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with fi... | say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must chaff him about that this evening.) And the man went out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot t... | Howards End |
"but in with you now; another time." | Henry | civilisation. "Curious mounds," said Henry,<|quote|>"but in with you now; another time."</|quote|>He had to be up | bringing news of our restless civilisation. "Curious mounds," said Henry,<|quote|>"but in with you now; another time."</|quote|>He had to be up in London by seven--if possible, | to the house were plain as daylight now. Crane had had enough tea, and was sent to the garage, where their car had been trickling muddy water over Charles s. The downpour had surely penetrated the Six Hills by now, bringing news of our restless civilisation. "Curious mounds," said Henry,<|quote|>"but in with you now; a... | could live near, or near the possessions of, any other Wilcox. They had the colonial spirit, and were always making for some spot where the white man might carry his burden unobserved. Of course, Howards End was impossible, so long as the younger couple were established in Hilton. His objections to the house were plain... | certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?" "Because, if he has had enough tea, we o... | women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ... | But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erec... | "I wasn t as foolish as you suggest," said Margaret "She only startled me, for the house had been silent so long." "Did you take her for a spook?" asked Dolly, for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity ... | Howards End |
He had to be up in London by seven--if possible, by six-thirty. Once more she lost the sense of space; once more trees, houses, people, animals, hills, merged and heaved into one dirtiness, and she was at Wickham Place. Her evening was pleasant. The sense of flux which had haunted her all the year disappeared for a tim... | No speaker | with you now; another time."<|quote|>He had to be up in London by seven--if possible, by six-thirty. Once more she lost the sense of space; once more trees, houses, people, animals, hills, merged and heaved into one dirtiness, and she was at Wickham Place. Her evening was pleasant. The sense of flux which had haunted h... | mounds," said Henry, "but in with you now; another time."<|quote|>He had to be up in London by seven--if possible, by six-thirty. Once more she lost the sense of space; once more trees, houses, people, animals, hills, merged and heaved into one dirtiness, and she was at Wickham Place. Her evening was pleasant. The sens... | now. Crane had had enough tea, and was sent to the garage, where their car had been trickling muddy water over Charles s. The downpour had surely penetrated the Six Hills by now, bringing news of our restless civilisation. "Curious mounds," said Henry, "but in with you now; another time."<|quote|>He had to be up in Lon... | of, any other Wilcox. They had the colonial spirit, and were always making for some spot where the white man might carry his burden unobserved. Of course, Howards End was impossible, so long as the younger couple were established in Hilton. His objections to the house were plain as daylight now. Crane had had enough te... | Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?" "Because, if he has had enough tea, we ought to go--Dolly s a good litt... | t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea... | house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain. It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. Margaret flung open the door to the stairs. A noise as of drums seemed to deafen her. A woman, an old woman, was descending, with figure erect, with face impassive, with... | in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s drawing-room. "She s just one of the crew at the farm. People like that always assume things. She assumed you d know who sh... | Howards End |
"It is so unlucky," | Henry | history of the little estate.<|quote|>"It is so unlucky,"</|quote|>ran the monologue, "that money | rooms. He had sketched the history of the little estate.<|quote|>"It is so unlucky,"</|quote|>ran the monologue, "that money wasn t put into it | back into warmth, it dwelt on ruddy bricks, flowering plum-trees, and all the tangible joys of spring. Henry, after allaying her agitation, had taken her over his property, and had explained to her the use and dimensions of the various rooms. He had sketched the history of the little estate.<|quote|>"It is so unlucky,"... | Leonard Bast was groping after it, but it had been hidden from Margaret till this afternoon. It had certainly come through the house and old Miss Avery. Through them: the notion of "through" persisted; her mind trembled towards a conclusion which only the unwise have put into words. Then, veering back into warmth, it d... | haunted her all the year disappeared for a time. She forgot the luggage and the motor-cars, and the hurrying men who know so much and connect so little. She recaptured the sense of space, which is the basis of all earthly beauty, and, starting from Howards End, she attempted to realise England. She failed--visions do n... | had enough tea, we ought to go--Dolly s a good little woman," he continued, "but a little of her goes a long way. I couldn t live near her if you paid me." Margaret smiled. Though presenting a firm front to outsiders, no Wilcox could live near, or near the possessions of, any other Wilcox. They had the colonial spirit,... | for whom "spooks" and "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking... | he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason. "Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just imagine, if she d said Yes, she would have been Charles s aunt. (Oh, I say, that s rather good! Charlie s Aunt ! I must c... | Howards End |
ran the monologue, | No speaker | estate. "It is so unlucky,"<|quote|>ran the monologue,</|quote|>"that money wasn t put | the history of the little estate. "It is so unlucky,"<|quote|>ran the monologue,</|quote|>"that money wasn t put into it about fifty years | dwelt on ruddy bricks, flowering plum-trees, and all the tangible joys of spring. Henry, after allaying her agitation, had taken her over his property, and had explained to her the use and dimensions of the various rooms. He had sketched the history of the little estate. "It is so unlucky,"<|quote|>ran the monologue,</... | after it, but it had been hidden from Margaret till this afternoon. It had certainly come through the house and old Miss Avery. Through them: the notion of "through" persisted; her mind trembled towards a conclusion which only the unwise have put into words. Then, veering back into warmth, it dwelt on ruddy bricks, flo... | year disappeared for a time. She forgot the luggage and the motor-cars, and the hurrying men who know so much and connect so little. She recaptured the sense of space, which is the basis of all earthly beauty, and, starting from Howards End, she attempted to realise England. She failed--visions do not come when we try,... | ought to go--Dolly s a good little woman," he continued, "but a little of her goes a long way. I couldn t live near her if you paid me." Margaret smiled. Though presenting a firm front to outsiders, no Wilcox could live near, or near the possessions of, any other Wilcox. They had the colonial spirit, and were always ma... | "going to church" summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration sch... | man might carry his burden unobserved. Of course, Howards End was impossible, so long as the younger couple were established in Hilton. His objections to the house were plain as daylight now. Crane had had enough tea, and was sent to the garage, where their car had been trickling muddy water over Charles s. The downpou... | Howards End |
"that money wasn t put into it about fifty years ago. Then it had four--five--times the land--thirty acres at least. One could have made something out of it then--a small park, or at all events shrubberies, and rebuilt the house farther away from the road. What s the good of taking it in hand now? Nothing but the meado... | Henry | so unlucky," ran the monologue,<|quote|>"that money wasn t put into it about fifty years ago. Then it had four--five--times the land--thirty acres at least. One could have made something out of it then--a small park, or at all events shrubberies, and rebuilt the house farther away from the road. What s the good of taki... | the little estate. "It is so unlucky," ran the monologue,<|quote|>"that money wasn t put into it about fifty years ago. Then it had four--five--times the land--thirty acres at least. One could have made something out of it then--a small park, or at all events shrubberies, and rebuilt the house farther away from the roa... | bricks, flowering plum-trees, and all the tangible joys of spring. Henry, after allaying her agitation, had taken her over his property, and had explained to her the use and dimensions of the various rooms. He had sketched the history of the little estate. "It is so unlucky," ran the monologue,<|quote|>"that money wasn... | it had been hidden from Margaret till this afternoon. It had certainly come through the house and old Miss Avery. Through them: the notion of "through" persisted; her mind trembled towards a conclusion which only the unwise have put into words. Then, veering back into warmth, it dwelt on ruddy bricks, flowering plum-tr... | a time. She forgot the luggage and the motor-cars, and the hurrying men who know so much and connect so little. She recaptured the sense of space, which is the basis of all earthly beauty, and, starting from Howards End, she attempted to realise England. She failed--visions do not come when we try, though they may come... | s a good little woman," he continued, "but a little of her goes a long way. I couldn t live near her if you paid me." Margaret smiled. Though presenting a firm front to outsiders, no Wilcox could live near, or near the possessions of, any other Wilcox. They had the colonial spirit, and were always making for some spot ... | summarised the unseen. "Not exactly." "She really did frighten you," said Henry, who was far from discouraging timidity in females. "Poor Margaret! And very naturally. Uneducated classes are so stupid." "Is Miss Avery uneducated classes?" Margaret asked, and found herself looking at the decoration scheme of Dolly s dra... | Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?" Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude to his dead wife was curious. He would allude to her, and hear her discussed, but never mentioned her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly... | Howards End |
She saw two women as he spoke, one old, the other young, watching their inheritance melt away. She saw them greet him as a deliverer. | No speaker | Oh, it was no joke."<|quote|>She saw two women as he spoke, one old, the other young, watching their inheritance melt away. She saw them greet him as a deliverer.</|quote|>"Mismanagement did it--besides, the days | things--yes, and the house too. Oh, it was no joke."<|quote|>She saw two women as he spoke, one old, the other young, watching their inheritance melt away. She saw them greet him as a deliverer.</|quote|>"Mismanagement did it--besides, the days for small farms are over. | all events shrubberies, and rebuilt the house farther away from the road. What s the good of taking it in hand now? Nothing but the meadow left, and even that was heavily mortgaged when I first had to do with things--yes, and the house too. Oh, it was no joke."<|quote|>She saw two women as he spoke, one old, the other ... | rooms. He had sketched the history of the little estate. "It is so unlucky," ran the monologue, "that money wasn t put into it about fifty years ago. Then it had four--five--times the land--thirty acres at least. One could have made something out of it then--a small park, or at all events shrubberies, and rebuilt the h... | inconceivable. Helen and her father had known this love, poor Leonard Bast was groping after it, but it had been hidden from Margaret till this afternoon. It had certainly come through the house and old Miss Avery. Through them: the notion of "through" persisted; her mind trembled towards a conclusion which only the un... | in Hilton. His objections to the house were plain as daylight now. Crane had had enough tea, and was sent to the garage, where their car had been trickling muddy water over Charles s. The downpour had surely penetrated the Six Hills by now, bringing news of our restless civilisation. "Curious mounds," said Henry, "but ... | lobby, and assumed that you d seen them as you came in, that you d lock up the house when you d done, and would bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it,... | side with the joys of the flesh, on that with the inconceivable. Helen and her father had known this love, poor Leonard Bast was groping after it, but it had been hidden from Margaret till this afternoon. It had certainly come through the house and old Miss Avery. Through them: the notion of "through" persisted; her mi... | Howards End |
"Mismanagement did it--besides, the days for small farms are over. It doesn t pay--except with intensive cultivation. Small holdings, back to the land--ah! philanthropic bunkum. Take it as a rule that nothing pays on a small scale. Most of the land you see" | Henry | greet him as a deliverer.<|quote|>"Mismanagement did it--besides, the days for small farms are over. It doesn t pay--except with intensive cultivation. Small holdings, back to the land--ah! philanthropic bunkum. Take it as a rule that nothing pays on a small scale. Most of the land you see"</|quote|>(they were standing... | melt away. She saw them greet him as a deliverer.<|quote|>"Mismanagement did it--besides, the days for small farms are over. It doesn t pay--except with intensive cultivation. Small holdings, back to the land--ah! philanthropic bunkum. Take it as a rule that nothing pays on a small scale. Most of the land you see"</|qu... | meadow left, and even that was heavily mortgaged when I first had to do with things--yes, and the house too. Oh, it was no joke." She saw two women as he spoke, one old, the other young, watching their inheritance melt away. She saw them greet him as a deliverer.<|quote|>"Mismanagement did it--besides, the days for sma... | fifty years ago. Then it had four--five--times the land--thirty acres at least. One could have made something out of it then--a small park, or at all events shrubberies, and rebuilt the house farther away from the road. What s the good of taking it in hand now? Nothing but the meadow left, and even that was heavily mor... | afternoon. It had certainly come through the house and old Miss Avery. Through them: the notion of "through" persisted; her mind trembled towards a conclusion which only the unwise have put into words. Then, veering back into warmth, it dwelt on ruddy bricks, flowering plum-trees, and all the tangible joys of spring. H... | car had been trickling muddy water over Charles s. The downpour had surely penetrated the Six Hills by now, bringing news of our restless civilisation. "Curious mounds," said Henry, "but in with you now; another time." He had to be up in London by seven--if possible, by six-thirty. Once more she lost the sense of space... | bring them on down to her. And there was her niece hunting for them down at the farm. Lack of education makes people very casual. Hilton was full of women like Miss Avery once." "I shouldn t have disliked it, perhaps." "Or Miss Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through... | realise England. She failed--visions do not come when we try, though they may come through trying. But an unexpected love of the island awoke in her, connecting on this side with the joys of the flesh, on that with the inconceivable. Helen and her father had known this love, poor Leonard Bast was groping after it, but ... | Howards End |
(they were standing at an upper window, the only one which faced west) | No speaker | of the land you see"<|quote|>(they were standing at an upper window, the only one which faced west)</|quote|>"belongs to the people at | on a small scale. Most of the land you see"<|quote|>(they were standing at an upper window, the only one which faced west)</|quote|>"belongs to the people at the Park--they made their pile | saw them greet him as a deliverer. "Mismanagement did it--besides, the days for small farms are over. It doesn t pay--except with intensive cultivation. Small holdings, back to the land--ah! philanthropic bunkum. Take it as a rule that nothing pays on a small scale. Most of the land you see"<|quote|>(they were standing... | it in hand now? Nothing but the meadow left, and even that was heavily mortgaged when I first had to do with things--yes, and the house too. Oh, it was no joke." She saw two women as he spoke, one old, the other young, watching their inheritance melt away. She saw them greet him as a deliverer. "Mismanagement did it--b... | flowering plum-trees, and all the tangible joys of spring. Henry, after allaying her agitation, had taken her over his property, and had explained to her the use and dimensions of the various rooms. He had sketched the history of the little estate. "It is so unlucky," ran the monologue, "that money wasn t put into it a... | by seven--if possible, by six-thirty. Once more she lost the sense of space; once more trees, houses, people, animals, hills, merged and heaved into one dirtiness, and she was at Wickham Place. Her evening was pleasant. The sense of flux which had haunted her all the year disappeared for a time. She forgot the luggage ... | Avery giving me a wedding present," said Dolly. Which was illogical but interesting. Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one ... | the unwise have put into words. Then, veering back into warmth, it dwelt on ruddy bricks, flowering plum-trees, and all the tangible joys of spring. Henry, after allaying her agitation, had taken her over his property, and had explained to her the use and dimensions of the various rooms. He had sketched the history of ... | Howards End |
"belongs to the people at the Park--they made their pile over copper--good chaps. Avery s Farm, Sishe s--what they call the Common, where you see that ruined oak--one after the other fell in, and so did this, as near as is no matter." | Henry | only one which faced west)<|quote|>"belongs to the people at the Park--they made their pile over copper--good chaps. Avery s Farm, Sishe s--what they call the Common, where you see that ruined oak--one after the other fell in, and so did this, as near as is no matter."</|quote|>But Henry had saved it | at an upper window, the only one which faced west)<|quote|>"belongs to the people at the Park--they made their pile over copper--good chaps. Avery s Farm, Sishe s--what they call the Common, where you see that ruined oak--one after the other fell in, and so did this, as near as is no matter."</|quote|>But Henry had sav... | small farms are over. It doesn t pay--except with intensive cultivation. Small holdings, back to the land--ah! philanthropic bunkum. Take it as a rule that nothing pays on a small scale. Most of the land you see" (they were standing at an upper window, the only one which faced west)<|quote|>"belongs to the people at th... | heavily mortgaged when I first had to do with things--yes, and the house too. Oh, it was no joke." She saw two women as he spoke, one old, the other young, watching their inheritance melt away. She saw them greet him as a deliverer. "Mismanagement did it--besides, the days for small farms are over. It doesn t pay--exce... | agitation, had taken her over his property, and had explained to her the use and dimensions of the various rooms. He had sketched the history of the little estate. "It is so unlucky," ran the monologue, "that money wasn t put into it about fifty years ago. Then it had four--five--times the land--thirty acres at least. ... | once more trees, houses, people, animals, hills, merged and heaved into one dirtiness, and she was at Wickham Place. Her evening was pleasant. The sense of flux which had haunted her all the year disappeared for a time. She forgot the luggage and the motor-cars, and the hurrying men who know so much and connect so litt... | Through Dolly, Margaret was destined to learn a good deal. "But Charles said I must try not to mind, because she had known his grandmother." "As usual, you ve got the story wrong, my good Dorothea." "I meant great-grandmother--the one who left Mrs. Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howa... | love of the island awoke in her, connecting on this side with the joys of the flesh, on that with the inconceivable. Helen and her father had known this love, poor Leonard Bast was groping after it, but it had been hidden from Margaret till this afternoon. It had certainly come through the house and old Miss Avery. Thr... | Howards End |
But Henry had saved it as near as is no matter without fine feelings or deep insight, but he had saved it, and she loved him for the deed. | No speaker | near as is no matter."<|quote|>But Henry had saved it as near as is no matter without fine feelings or deep insight, but he had saved it, and she loved him for the deed.</|quote|>"When I had more control | and so did this, as near as is no matter."<|quote|>But Henry had saved it as near as is no matter without fine feelings or deep insight, but he had saved it, and she loved him for the deed.</|quote|>"When I had more control I did what I could--sold | window, the only one which faced west) "belongs to the people at the Park--they made their pile over copper--good chaps. Avery s Farm, Sishe s--what they call the Common, where you see that ruined oak--one after the other fell in, and so did this, as near as is no matter."<|quote|>But Henry had saved it as near as is n... | deliverer. "Mismanagement did it--besides, the days for small farms are over. It doesn t pay--except with intensive cultivation. Small holdings, back to the land--ah! philanthropic bunkum. Take it as a rule that nothing pays on a small scale. Most of the land you see" (they were standing at an upper window, the only on... | about fifty years ago. Then it had four--five--times the land--thirty acres at least. One could have made something out of it then--a small park, or at all events shrubberies, and rebuilt the house farther away from the road. What s the good of taking it in hand now? Nothing but the meadow left, and even that was heavi... | the motor-cars, and the hurrying men who know so much and connect so little. She recaptured the sense of space, which is the basis of all earthly beauty, and, starting from Howards End, she attempted to realise England. She failed--visions do not come when we try, though they may come through trying. But an unexpected ... | Wilcox the house. Weren t both of them and Miss Avery friends when Howards End, too, was a farm?" Her father-in-law blew out a shaft of smoke. His attitude to his dead wife was curious. He would allude to her, and hear her discussed, but never mentioned her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly... | downpour had surely penetrated the Six Hills by now, bringing news of our restless civilisation. "Curious mounds," said Henry, "but in with you now; another time." He had to be up in London by seven--if possible, by six-thirty. Once more she lost the sense of space; once more trees, houses, people, animals, hills, merg... | Howards End |
"When I had more control I did what I could--sold off the two and a half animals, and the mangy pony, and the superannuated tools; pulled down the outhouses; drained; thinned out I don t know how many guelder-roses and elder-trees; and inside the house I turned the old kitchen into a hall, and made a kitchen behind whe... | Henry | loved him for the deed.<|quote|>"When I had more control I did what I could--sold off the two and a half animals, and the mangy pony, and the superannuated tools; pulled down the outhouses; drained; thinned out I don t know how many guelder-roses and elder-trees; and inside the house I turned the old kitchen into a hal... | had saved it, and she loved him for the deed.<|quote|>"When I had more control I did what I could--sold off the two and a half animals, and the mangy pony, and the superannuated tools; pulled down the outhouses; drained; thinned out I don t know how many guelder-roses and elder-trees; and inside the house I turned the ... | where you see that ruined oak--one after the other fell in, and so did this, as near as is no matter." But Henry had saved it as near as is no matter without fine feelings or deep insight, but he had saved it, and she loved him for the deed.<|quote|>"When I had more control I did what I could--sold off the two and a ha... | a rule that nothing pays on a small scale. Most of the land you see" (they were standing at an upper window, the only one which faced west) "belongs to the people at the Park--they made their pile over copper--good chaps. Avery s Farm, Sishe s--what they call the Common, where you see that ruined oak--one after the oth... | and rebuilt the house farther away from the road. What s the good of taking it in hand now? Nothing but the meadow left, and even that was heavily mortgaged when I first had to do with things--yes, and the house too. Oh, it was no joke." She saw two women as he spoke, one old, the other young, watching their inheritanc... | starting from Howards End, she attempted to realise England. She failed--visions do not come when we try, though they may come through trying. But an unexpected love of the island awoke in her, connecting on this side with the joys of the flesh, on that with the inconceivable. Helen and her father had known this love, ... | to his dead wife was curious. He would allude to her, and hear her discussed, but never mentioned her by name. Nor was he interested in the dim, bucolic past. Dolly was--for the following reason. "Then hadn t Mrs. Wilcox a brother--or was it an uncle? Anyhow, he popped the question, and Miss Avery, she said No. Just im... | haunted her all the year disappeared for a time. She forgot the luggage and the motor-cars, and the hurrying men who know so much and connect so little. She recaptured the sense of space, which is the basis of all earthly beauty, and, starting from Howards End, she attempted to realise England. She failed--visions do n... | Howards End |
No, it wasn t; and if he did not quite understand it, the artistic crew would still less; it was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was ... | No speaker | one of your artistic crew."<|quote|>No, it wasn t; and if he did not quite understand it, the artistic crew would still less; it was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these... | the place that would fetch one of your artistic crew."<|quote|>No, it wasn t; and if he did not quite understand it, the artistic crew would still less; it was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover... | house I turned the old kitchen into a hall, and made a kitchen behind where the dairy was. Garage and so on came later. But one could still tell it s been an old farm. And yet it isn t the place that would fetch one of your artistic crew."<|quote|>No, it wasn t; and if he did not quite understand it, the artistic crew ... | she loved him for the deed. "When I had more control I did what I could--sold off the two and a half animals, and the mangy pony, and the superannuated tools; pulled down the outhouses; drained; thinned out I don t know how many guelder-roses and elder-trees; and inside the house I turned the old kitchen into a hall, a... | land--ah! philanthropic bunkum. Take it as a rule that nothing pays on a small scale. Most of the land you see" (they were standing at an upper window, the only one which faced west) "belongs to the people at the Park--they made their pile over copper--good chaps. Avery s Farm, Sishe s--what they call the Common, where... | towards a conclusion which only the unwise have put into words. Then, veering back into warmth, it dwelt on ruddy bricks, flowering plum-trees, and all the tangible joys of spring. Henry, after allaying her agitation, had taken her over his property, and had explained to her the use and dimensions of the various rooms.... | out and was killed. Yes, I m certain I ve got it right now. Tom Howard--he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End--Howards Ended!" cried Dolly. "I m rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I wish you d ask whether Crane s ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how can you?" "Because, i... | farms are over. It doesn t pay--except with intensive cultivation. Small holdings, back to the land--ah! philanthropic bunkum. Take it as a rule that nothing pays on a small scale. Most of the land you see" (they were standing at an upper window, the only one which faced west) "belongs to the people at the Park--they m... | Howards End |
"Extraordinary!" | Henry | white tips of them showing.<|quote|>"Extraordinary!"</|quote|>he cried. "Who told you?" | of the wych-elm tree--just the white tips of them showing.<|quote|>"Extraordinary!"</|quote|>he cried. "Who told you?" "I heard of it one | other, truer relationship had gleamed. Another touch, and the account of her day is finished. They entered the garden for a minute, and to Mr. Wilcox s surprise she was right. Teeth, pigs teeth, could be seen in the bark of the wych-elm tree--just the white tips of them showing.<|quote|>"Extraordinary!"</|quote|>he cri... | a windy night and London day, but to compare either to man, to woman, always dwarfed the vision. Yet they kept within limits of the human. Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave. As she stood in the one, gazing at the other, truer relationship had gleamed. Another touch, and the accoun... | an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have ... | which faced west) "belongs to the people at the Park--they made their pile over copper--good chaps. Avery s Farm, Sishe s--what they call the Common, where you see that ruined oak--one after the other fell in, and so did this, as near as is no matter." But Henry had saved it as near as is no matter without fine feeling... | sense of space; once more trees, houses, people, animals, hills, merged and heaved into one dirtiness, and she was at Wickham Place. Her evening was pleasant. The sense of flux which had haunted her all the year disappeared for a time. She forgot the luggage and the motor-cars, and the hurrying men who know so much and... | that was heavily mortgaged when I first had to do with things--yes, and the house too. Oh, it was no joke." She saw two women as he spoke, one old, the other young, watching their inheritance melt away. She saw them greet him as a deliverer. "Mismanagement did it--besides, the days for small farms are over. It doesn t ... | Howards End |
he cried. | No speaker | tips of them showing. "Extraordinary!"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"Who told you?" "I heard | the wych-elm tree--just the white tips of them showing. "Extraordinary!"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"Who told you?" "I heard of it one winter in | truer relationship had gleamed. Another touch, and the account of her day is finished. They entered the garden for a minute, and to Mr. Wilcox s surprise she was right. Teeth, pigs teeth, could be seen in the bark of the wych-elm tree--just the white tips of them showing. "Extraordinary!"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"Wh... | windy night and London day, but to compare either to man, to woman, always dwarfed the vision. Yet they kept within limits of the human. Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave. As she stood in the one, gazing at the other, truer relationship had gleamed. Another touch, and the account ... | English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spa... | faced west) "belongs to the people at the Park--they made their pile over copper--good chaps. Avery s Farm, Sishe s--what they call the Common, where you see that ruined oak--one after the other fell in, and so did this, as near as is no matter." But Henry had saved it as near as is no matter without fine feelings or d... | of space; once more trees, houses, people, animals, hills, merged and heaved into one dirtiness, and she was at Wickham Place. Her evening was pleasant. The sense of flux which had haunted her all the year disappeared for a time. She forgot the luggage and the motor-cars, and the hurrying men who know so much and conne... | and so did this, as near as is no matter." But Henry had saved it as near as is no matter without fine feelings or deep insight, but he had saved it, and she loved him for the deed. "When I had more control I did what I could--sold off the two and a half animals, and the mangy pony, and the superannuated tools; pulled ... | Howards End |
"Who told you?" | Henry | them showing. "Extraordinary!" he cried.<|quote|>"Who told you?"</|quote|>"I heard of it one | tree--just the white tips of them showing. "Extraordinary!" he cried.<|quote|>"Who told you?"</|quote|>"I heard of it one winter in London," was her | had gleamed. Another touch, and the account of her day is finished. They entered the garden for a minute, and to Mr. Wilcox s surprise she was right. Teeth, pigs teeth, could be seen in the bark of the wych-elm tree--just the white tips of them showing. "Extraordinary!" he cried.<|quote|>"Who told you?"</|quote|>"I hea... | and London day, but to compare either to man, to woman, always dwarfed the vision. Yet they kept within limits of the human. Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave. As she stood in the one, gazing at the other, truer relationship had gleamed. Another touch, and the account of her day i... | No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became i... | "belongs to the people at the Park--they made their pile over copper--good chaps. Avery s Farm, Sishe s--what they call the Common, where you see that ruined oak--one after the other fell in, and so did this, as near as is no matter." But Henry had saved it as near as is no matter without fine feelings or deep insight,... | once more trees, houses, people, animals, hills, merged and heaved into one dirtiness, and she was at Wickham Place. Her evening was pleasant. The sense of flux which had haunted her all the year disappeared for a time. She forgot the luggage and the motor-cars, and the hurrying men who know so much and connect so litt... | matter." But Henry had saved it as near as is no matter without fine feelings or deep insight, but he had saved it, and she loved him for the deed. "When I had more control I did what I could--sold off the two and a half animals, and the mangy pony, and the superannuated tools; pulled down the outhouses; drained; thinn... | Howards End |
"I heard of it one winter in London," | Margaret | he cried. "Who told you?"<|quote|>"I heard of it one winter in London,"</|quote|>was her answer, for she, | tips of them showing. "Extraordinary!" he cried. "Who told you?"<|quote|>"I heard of it one winter in London,"</|quote|>was her answer, for she, too, avoided mentioning Mrs. Wilcox | touch, and the account of her day is finished. They entered the garden for a minute, and to Mr. Wilcox s surprise she was right. Teeth, pigs teeth, could be seen in the bark of the wych-elm tree--just the white tips of them showing. "Extraordinary!" he cried. "Who told you?"<|quote|>"I heard of it one winter in London,... | but to compare either to man, to woman, always dwarfed the vision. Yet they kept within limits of the human. Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave. As she stood in the one, gazing at the other, truer relationship had gleamed. Another touch, and the account of her day is finished. They... | prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became in the end evan... | people at the Park--they made their pile over copper--good chaps. Avery s Farm, Sishe s--what they call the Common, where you see that ruined oak--one after the other fell in, and so did this, as near as is no matter." But Henry had saved it as near as is no matter without fine feelings or deep insight, but he had save... | houses, people, animals, hills, merged and heaved into one dirtiness, and she was at Wickham Place. Her evening was pleasant. The sense of flux which had haunted her all the year disappeared for a time. She forgot the luggage and the motor-cars, and the hurrying men who know so much and connect so little. She recapture... | had more control I did what I could--sold off the two and a half animals, and the mangy pony, and the superannuated tools; pulled down the outhouses; drained; thinned out I don t know how many guelder-roses and elder-trees; and inside the house I turned the old kitchen into a hall, and made a kitchen behind where the d... | Howards End |
was her answer, for she, too, avoided mentioning Mrs. Wilcox by name. CHAPTER XXV Evie heard of her father s engagement when she was in for a tennis tournament, and her play went simply to pot. That she should marry and leave him had seemed natural enough; that he, left alone, should do the same was deceitful; and now ... | No speaker | it one winter in London,"<|quote|>was her answer, for she, too, avoided mentioning Mrs. Wilcox by name. CHAPTER XXV Evie heard of her father s engagement when she was in for a tennis tournament, and her play went simply to pot. That she should marry and leave him had seemed natural enough; that he, left alone, should d... | told you?" "I heard of it one winter in London,"<|quote|>was her answer, for she, too, avoided mentioning Mrs. Wilcox by name. CHAPTER XXV Evie heard of her father s engagement when she was in for a tennis tournament, and her play went simply to pot. That she should marry and leave him had seemed natural enough; that h... | finished. They entered the garden for a minute, and to Mr. Wilcox s surprise she was right. Teeth, pigs teeth, could be seen in the bark of the wych-elm tree--just the white tips of them showing. "Extraordinary!" he cried. "Who told you?" "I heard of it one winter in London,"<|quote|>was her answer, for she, too, avoid... | always dwarfed the vision. Yet they kept within limits of the human. Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave. As she stood in the one, gazing at the other, truer relationship had gleamed. Another touch, and the account of her day is finished. They entered the garden for a minute, and to... | neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became in the end evanescent, till pale bud clusters seemed to flo... | copper--good chaps. Avery s Farm, Sishe s--what they call the Common, where you see that ruined oak--one after the other fell in, and so did this, as near as is no matter." But Henry had saved it as near as is no matter without fine feelings or deep insight, but he had saved it, and she loved him for the deed. "When I ... | one dirtiness, and she was at Wickham Place. Her evening was pleasant. The sense of flux which had haunted her all the year disappeared for a time. She forgot the luggage and the motor-cars, and the hurrying men who know so much and connect so little. She recaptured the sense of space, which is the basis of all earthly... | years ago. Then it had four--five--times the land--thirty acres at least. One could have made something out of it then--a small park, or at all events shrubberies, and rebuilt the house farther away from the road. What s the good of taking it in hand now? Nothing but the meadow left, and even that was heavily mortgaged... | Howards End |
"But I never dreamt of such a thing," | Evie | it was all her fault.<|quote|>"But I never dreamt of such a thing,"</|quote|>she grumbled. "Dad took me | Charles and Dolly said that it was all her fault.<|quote|>"But I never dreamt of such a thing,"</|quote|>she grumbled. "Dad took me to call now and then, | s engagement when she was in for a tennis tournament, and her play went simply to pot. That she should marry and leave him had seemed natural enough; that he, left alone, should do the same was deceitful; and now Charles and Dolly said that it was all her fault.<|quote|>"But I never dreamt of such a thing,"</|quote|>sh... | teeth, could be seen in the bark of the wych-elm tree--just the white tips of them showing. "Extraordinary!" he cried. "Who told you?" "I heard of it one winter in London," was her answer, for she, too, avoided mentioning Mrs. Wilcox by name. CHAPTER XXV Evie heard of her father s engagement when she was in for a tenni... | any similes of sex. Margaret thought of them now, and was to think of them through many a windy night and London day, but to compare either to man, to woman, always dwarfed the vision. Yet they kept within limits of the human. Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave. As she stood in the... | I could--sold off the two and a half animals, and the mangy pony, and the superannuated tools; pulled down the outhouses; drained; thinned out I don t know how many guelder-roses and elder-trees; and inside the house I turned the old kitchen into a hall, and made a kitchen behind where the dairy was. Garage and so on c... | England. She failed--visions do not come when we try, though they may come through trying. But an unexpected love of the island awoke in her, connecting on this side with the joys of the flesh, on that with the inconceivable. Helen and her father had known this love, poor Leonard Bast was groping after it, but it had b... | have spanned, became in the end evanescent, till pale bud clusters seemed to float in the air. It was a comrade. House and tree transcended any similes of sex. Margaret thought of them now, and was to think of them through many a windy night and London day, but to compare either to man, to woman, always dwarfed the vis... | Howards End |
she grumbled. | No speaker | dreamt of such a thing,"<|quote|>she grumbled.</|quote|>"Dad took me to call | her fault. "But I never dreamt of such a thing,"<|quote|>she grumbled.</|quote|>"Dad took me to call now and then, and made | tennis tournament, and her play went simply to pot. That she should marry and leave him had seemed natural enough; that he, left alone, should do the same was deceitful; and now Charles and Dolly said that it was all her fault. "But I never dreamt of such a thing,"<|quote|>she grumbled.</|quote|>"Dad took me to call no... | the wych-elm tree--just the white tips of them showing. "Extraordinary!" he cried. "Who told you?" "I heard of it one winter in London," was her answer, for she, too, avoided mentioning Mrs. Wilcox by name. CHAPTER XXV Evie heard of her father s engagement when she was in for a tennis tournament, and her play went simp... | now, and was to think of them through many a windy night and London day, but to compare either to man, to woman, always dwarfed the vision. Yet they kept within limits of the human. Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave. As she stood in the one, gazing at the other, truer relationship... | animals, and the mangy pony, and the superannuated tools; pulled down the outhouses; drained; thinned out I don t know how many guelder-roses and elder-trees; and inside the house I turned the old kitchen into a hall, and made a kitchen behind where the dairy was. Garage and so on came later. But one could still tell i... | try, though they may come through trying. But an unexpected love of the island awoke in her, connecting on this side with the joys of the flesh, on that with the inconceivable. Helen and her father had known this love, poor Leonard Bast was groping after it, but it had been hidden from Margaret till this afternoon. It ... | still less; it was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in ... | Howards End |
"Dad took me to call now and then, and made me ask her to Simpson s. Well, I m altogether off dad." | Evie | such a thing," she grumbled.<|quote|>"Dad took me to call now and then, and made me ask her to Simpson s. Well, I m altogether off dad."</|quote|>It was also an insult | "But I never dreamt of such a thing," she grumbled.<|quote|>"Dad took me to call now and then, and made me ask her to Simpson s. Well, I m altogether off dad."</|quote|>It was also an insult to their mother s memory; | and her play went simply to pot. That she should marry and leave him had seemed natural enough; that he, left alone, should do the same was deceitful; and now Charles and Dolly said that it was all her fault. "But I never dreamt of such a thing," she grumbled.<|quote|>"Dad took me to call now and then, and made me ask ... | tree--just the white tips of them showing. "Extraordinary!" he cried. "Who told you?" "I heard of it one winter in London," was her answer, for she, too, avoided mentioning Mrs. Wilcox by name. CHAPTER XXV Evie heard of her father s engagement when she was in for a tennis tournament, and her play went simply to pot. Th... | was to think of them through many a windy night and London day, but to compare either to man, to woman, always dwarfed the vision. Yet they kept within limits of the human. Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave. As she stood in the one, gazing at the other, truer relationship had glea... | the mangy pony, and the superannuated tools; pulled down the outhouses; drained; thinned out I don t know how many guelder-roses and elder-trees; and inside the house I turned the old kitchen into a hall, and made a kitchen behind where the dairy was. Garage and so on came later. But one could still tell it s been an o... | they may come through trying. But an unexpected love of the island awoke in her, connecting on this side with the joys of the flesh, on that with the inconceivable. Helen and her father had known this love, poor Leonard Bast was groping after it, but it had been hidden from Margaret till this afternoon. It had certainl... | house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became in the end evanescent, till pale bud clusters seemed to float in the air. It was a comrade. House and tree transcended any similes of sex. Margaret thought of them now, and wa... | Howards End |
It was also an insult to their mother s memory; there they were agreed, and Evie had the idea of returning Mrs. Wilcox s lace and jewellery "as a protest." Against what it would protest she was not clear; but being only eighteen, the idea of renunciation appealed to her, the more as she did not care for jewellery or la... | No speaker | I m altogether off dad."<|quote|>It was also an insult to their mother s memory; there they were agreed, and Evie had the idea of returning Mrs. Wilcox s lace and jewellery "as a protest." Against what it would protest she was not clear; but being only eighteen, the idea of renunciation appealed to her, the more as she... | her to Simpson s. Well, I m altogether off dad."<|quote|>It was also an insult to their mother s memory; there they were agreed, and Evie had the idea of returning Mrs. Wilcox s lace and jewellery "as a protest." Against what it would protest she was not clear; but being only eighteen, the idea of renunciation appealed... | should do the same was deceitful; and now Charles and Dolly said that it was all her fault. "But I never dreamt of such a thing," she grumbled. "Dad took me to call now and then, and made me ask her to Simpson s. Well, I m altogether off dad."<|quote|>It was also an insult to their mother s memory; there they were agre... | her answer, for she, too, avoided mentioning Mrs. Wilcox by name. CHAPTER XXV Evie heard of her father s engagement when she was in for a tennis tournament, and her play went simply to pot. That she should marry and leave him had seemed natural enough; that he, left alone, should do the same was deceitful; and now Char... | dwarfed the vision. Yet they kept within limits of the human. Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave. As she stood in the one, gazing at the other, truer relationship had gleamed. Another touch, and the account of her day is finished. They entered the garden for a minute, and to Mr. Wi... | elder-trees; and inside the house I turned the old kitchen into a hall, and made a kitchen behind where the dairy was. Garage and so on came later. But one could still tell it s been an old farm. And yet it isn t the place that would fetch one of your artistic crew." No, it wasn t; and if he did not quite understand it... | of the flesh, on that with the inconceivable. Helen and her father had known this love, poor Leonard Bast was groping after it, but it had been hidden from Margaret till this afternoon. It had certainly come through the house and old Miss Avery. Through them: the notion of "through" persisted; her mind trembled towards... | one old, the other young, watching their inheritance melt away. She saw them greet him as a deliverer. "Mismanagement did it--besides, the days for small farms are over. It doesn t pay--except with intensive cultivation. Small holdings, back to the land--ah! philanthropic bunkum. Take it as a rule that nothing pays on ... | Howards End |
"For God s sake, hurry the women up; we shall never be off," | Charles Wilcox | and she heard him say,<|quote|>"For God s sake, hurry the women up; we shall never be off,"</|quote|>and Albert Fussell reply, "Not | he dived into the coffee-room, and she heard him say,<|quote|>"For God s sake, hurry the women up; we shall never be off,"</|quote|>and Albert Fussell reply, "Not I; I ve done my | loved making her late. Charles, watch in hand, though with a level brow, was standing in front of the hotel when they returned. It was perfectly all right, he told her; she was by no means the last. And then he dived into the coffee-room, and she heard him say,<|quote|>"For God s sake, hurry the women up; we shall neve... | a forcing-house for the idea of sex. At Shrewsbury came fresh air. Margaret was all for sight-seeing, and while the others were finishing their tea at the Raven, she annexed a motor and hurried over the astonishing city. Her chauffeur was not the faithful Crane, but an Italian, who dearly loved making her late. Charles... | the colleges as the train slipped past Oxford, they caught books or bag-purses in the act of tumbling on to the floor. Yet there was nothing finicking about their politeness--it had the public-school touch, and, though sedulous, was virile. More battles than Waterloo have been won on our playing-fields, and Margaret bo... | was conscious of his sensible and generous brain in the background. They were his guests as soon as they reached the train; a special label for their luggage; a courier; a special lunch; they had only to look pleasant and, where possible, pretty. Margaret thought with dismay of her own nuptials--presumably under the ma... | in the parish church, and for a couple of days the little town, dreaming between the ruddy hills, was roused by the clang of our civilisation, and drew up by the roadside to let the motors pass. Oniton had been a discovery of Mr. Wilcox s--a discovery of which he was not altogether proud. It was up towards the Welsh bo... | those of her friends. The low rich purr of a Great Western express is not the worst background for conversation, and the journey passed pleasantly enough. Nothing could have exceeded the kindness of the two men. They raised windows for some ladies, and lowered them for others, they rang the bell for the servant, they i... | Howards End |
and Albert Fussell reply, | No speaker | we shall never be off,"<|quote|>and Albert Fussell reply,</|quote|>"Not I; I ve done | sake, hurry the women up; we shall never be off,"<|quote|>and Albert Fussell reply,</|quote|>"Not I; I ve done my share," and Colonel Fussell | was standing in front of the hotel when they returned. It was perfectly all right, he told her; she was by no means the last. And then he dived into the coffee-room, and she heard him say, "For God s sake, hurry the women up; we shall never be off,"<|quote|>and Albert Fussell reply,</|quote|>"Not I; I ve done my share,... | was all for sight-seeing, and while the others were finishing their tea at the Raven, she annexed a motor and hurried over the astonishing city. Her chauffeur was not the faithful Crane, but an Italian, who dearly loved making her late. Charles, watch in hand, though with a level brow, was standing in front of the hote... | in the act of tumbling on to the floor. Yet there was nothing finicking about their politeness--it had the public-school touch, and, though sedulous, was virile. More battles than Waterloo have been won on our playing-fields, and Margaret bowed to a charm of which she did not wholly approve, and said nothing when the O... | his guests as soon as they reached the train; a special label for their luggage; a courier; a special lunch; they had only to look pleasant and, where possible, pretty. Margaret thought with dismay of her own nuptials--presumably under the management of Tibby. "Mr. Theobald Schlegel and Miss Helen Schlegel request the ... | dreaming between the ruddy hills, was roused by the clang of our civilisation, and drew up by the roadside to let the motors pass. Oniton had been a discovery of Mr. Wilcox s--a discovery of which he was not altogether proud. It was up towards the Welsh border, and so difficult of access that he had concluded it must b... | be ramshackly or bourgeois--she hoped the latter. Such an affair as the present, staged with a deftness that was almost beautiful, lay beyond her powers and those of her friends. The low rich purr of a Great Western express is not the worst background for conversation, and the journey passed pleasantly enough. Nothing ... | Howards End |
and Colonel Fussell opine that the ladies were getting themselves up to kill. Presently Myra (Mrs. Warrington s daughter) appeared, and as she was his cousin, Charles blew her up a little; she had been changing her smart travelling hat for a smart motor hat. Then Mrs. Warrington herself, leading the quiet child; the tw... | No speaker | I ve done my share,"<|quote|>and Colonel Fussell opine that the ladies were getting themselves up to kill. Presently Myra (Mrs. Warrington s daughter) appeared, and as she was his cousin, Charles blew her up a little; she had been changing her smart travelling hat for a smart motor hat. Then Mrs. Warrington herself, le... | Albert Fussell reply, "Not I; I ve done my share,"<|quote|>and Colonel Fussell opine that the ladies were getting themselves up to kill. Presently Myra (Mrs. Warrington s daughter) appeared, and as she was his cousin, Charles blew her up a little; she had been changing her smart travelling hat for a smart motor hat. Th... | was perfectly all right, he told her; she was by no means the last. And then he dived into the coffee-room, and she heard him say, "For God s sake, hurry the women up; we shall never be off," and Albert Fussell reply, "Not I; I ve done my share,"<|quote|>and Colonel Fussell opine that the ladies were getting themselves... | tea at the Raven, she annexed a motor and hurried over the astonishing city. Her chauffeur was not the faithful Crane, but an Italian, who dearly loved making her late. Charles, watch in hand, though with a level brow, was standing in front of the hotel when they returned. It was perfectly all right, he told her; she w... | was nothing finicking about their politeness--it had the public-school touch, and, though sedulous, was virile. More battles than Waterloo have been won on our playing-fields, and Margaret bowed to a charm of which she did not wholly approve, and said nothing when the Oxford colleges were identified wrongly. "Male and ... | label for their luggage; a courier; a special lunch; they had only to look pleasant and, where possible, pretty. Margaret thought with dismay of her own nuptials--presumably under the management of Tibby. "Mr. Theobald Schlegel and Miss Helen Schlegel request the pleasure of Mrs. Plynlimmon s company on the occasion of... | our civilisation, and drew up by the roadside to let the motors pass. Oniton had been a discovery of Mr. Wilcox s--a discovery of which he was not altogether proud. It was up towards the Welsh border, and so difficult of access that he had concluded it must be something special. A ruined castle stood in the grounds. Bu... | and lowered them for others, they rang the bell for the servant, they identified the colleges as the train slipped past Oxford, they caught books or bag-purses in the act of tumbling on to the floor. Yet there was nothing finicking about their politeness--it had the public-school touch, and, though sedulous, was virile... | Howards End |
she cried, | No speaker | threaten to cut the painter,"<|quote|>she cried,</|quote|>"and where shall we be | trifling with young Titans. "They threaten to cut the painter,"<|quote|>she cried,</|quote|>"and where shall we be then? Miss Schlegel, you ll | Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with which she had been received, and warn the Mother Country against trifling with young Titans. "They threaten to cut the painter,"<|quote|>she cried,</|qu... | that of the lower earth, and whose contours altered more slowly. Quiet mysteries were in progress behind those tossing horizons: the West, as ever, was retreating with some secret which may not be worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just b... | everything with unfailing good-humour. By half-past five the party was ready, and went out of Shrewsbury by the Welsh Bridge. Shropshire had not the reticence of Hertfordshire. Though robbed of half its magic by swift movement, it still conveyed the sense of hills. They were nearing the buttresses that force the Severn... | city. Her chauffeur was not the faithful Crane, but an Italian, who dearly loved making her late. Charles, watch in hand, though with a level brow, was standing in front of the hotel when they returned. It was perfectly all right, he told her; she was by no means the last. And then he dived into the coffee-room, and sh... | weddings, and who kept a watchful eye on Margaret, the bride-elect. Dolly was absent--a domestic event detained her at Hilton; Paul had cabled a humorous message; Charles was to meet them with a trio of motors at Shrewsbury; Helen had refused her invitation; Tibby had never answered his. The management was excellent, a... | public-school touch, and, though sedulous, was virile. More battles than Waterloo have been won on our playing-fields, and Margaret bowed to a charm of which she did not wholly approve, and said nothing when the Oxford colleges were identified wrongly. "Male and female created He them"; the journey to Shrewsbury confir... | Howards End |
Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, and they began to quote from their respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits suggested the handkerchiefs of a giant sprea... | No speaker | It is our last hope."<|quote|>Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, and they began to quote from their respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits suggested the ... | Henry sound about Tariff Reform? It is our last hope."<|quote|>Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, and they began to quote from their respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink field... | at the hospitality with which she had been received, and warn the Mother Country against trifling with young Titans. "They threaten to cut the painter," she cried, "and where shall we be then? Miss Schlegel, you ll undertake to keep Henry sound about Tariff Reform? It is our last hope."<|quote|>Margaret playfully confe... | retreating with some secret which may not be worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with which... | of Hertfordshire. Though robbed of half its magic by swift movement, it still conveyed the sense of hills. They were nearing the buttresses that force the Severn eastward and make it an English stream, and the sun, sinking over the Sentinels of Wales, was straight in their eyes. Having picked up another guest, they tur... | brow, was standing in front of the hotel when they returned. It was perfectly all right, he told her; she was by no means the last. And then he dived into the coffee-room, and she heard him say, "For God s sake, hurry the women up; we shall never be off," and Albert Fussell reply, "Not I; I ve done my share," and Colon... | message; Charles was to meet them with a trio of motors at Shrewsbury; Helen had refused her invitation; Tibby had never answered his. The management was excellent, as was to be expected with anything that Henry undertook; one was conscious of his sensible and generous brain in the background. They were his guests as s... | to be put off at the last moment, because Charles declared them not necessary. The men presided over everything with unfailing good-humour. By half-past five the party was ready, and went out of Shrewsbury by the Welsh Bridge. Shropshire had not the reticence of Hertfordshire. Though robbed of half its magic by swift m... | Howards End |
said he, turning round. | No speaker | and stopped. "I m sorry,"<|quote|>said he, turning round.</|quote|>"Do you mind getting out--by | and the motor slowed down and stopped. "I m sorry,"<|quote|>said he, turning round.</|quote|>"Do you mind getting out--by the door on the right. | mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while architecture was still an expression of the national character. That was the Grange, remarked Albert, over his shoulder, and then he jammed the brake on, and the motor slowed down and stopped. "I m sorry,"<|quote|>said he, turning round... | agricultural green. The air grew cooler; they had surmounted the last gradient, and Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its river-girt peninsula. Close to the castle was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of ma... | we be then? Miss Schlegel, you ll undertake to keep Henry sound about Tariff Reform? It is our last hope." Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, and they began to quote from their respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for thei... | half-past five the party was ready, and went out of Shrewsbury by the Welsh Bridge. Shropshire had not the reticence of Hertfordshire. Though robbed of half its magic by swift movement, it still conveyed the sense of hills. They were nearing the buttresses that force the Severn eastward and make it an English stream, a... | powers and those of her friends. The low rich purr of a Great Western express is not the worst background for conversation, and the journey passed pleasantly enough. Nothing could have exceeded the kindness of the two men. They raised windows for some ladies, and lowered them for others, they rang the bell for the serv... | robbed of half its magic by swift movement, it still conveyed the sense of hills. They were nearing the buttresses that force the Severn eastward and make it an English stream, and the sun, sinking over the Sentinels of Wales, was straight in their eyes. Having picked up another guest, they turned southward, avoiding t... | Howards End |
asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: | No speaker | Steady on." "What s happened?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying:</|quote|>"Get the women out at | the door on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying:</|quote|>"Get the women out at once." There was a concourse | expression of the national character. That was the Grange, remarked Albert, over his shoulder, and then he jammed the brake on, and the motor slowed down and stopped. "I m sorry," said he, turning round. "Do you mind getting out--by the door on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Warrington. Th... | church, its radiating houses, its castle, its river-girt peninsula. Close to the castle was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while architecture was still an express... | hope." Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, and they began to quote from their respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits suggested the handkerchiefs of a gian... | reticence of Hertfordshire. Though robbed of half its magic by swift movement, it still conveyed the sense of hills. They were nearing the buttresses that force the Severn eastward and make it an English stream, and the sun, sinking over the Sentinels of Wales, was straight in their eyes. Having picked up another guest... | background for conversation, and the journey passed pleasantly enough. Nothing could have exceeded the kindness of the two men. They raised windows for some ladies, and lowered them for others, they rang the bell for the servant, they identified the colleges as the train slipped past Oxford, they caught books or bag-pu... | Myra (Mrs. Warrington s daughter) appeared, and as she was his cousin, Charles blew her up a little; she had been changing her smart travelling hat for a smart motor hat. Then Mrs. Warrington herself, leading the quiet child; the two Anglo-Indian ladies were always last. Maids, courier, heavy luggage, had already gone ... | Howards End |
"Get the women out at once." | Charles Wilcox | of Charles was heard saying:<|quote|>"Get the women out at once."</|quote|>There was a concourse of | drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying:<|quote|>"Get the women out at once."</|quote|>There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her | the brake on, and the motor slowed down and stopped. "I m sorry," said he, turning round. "Do you mind getting out--by the door on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying:<|quote|>"Get the women out at once."</|quote|>T... | but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while architecture was still an expression of the national character. That was the Grange, remarked Albert, over his shoulder, and then he jammed the brake on, a... | while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits suggested the handkerchiefs of a giant spread out to dry. An occasional outcrop of rock, an occasional wood, an occasional "forest," treeless and brown, all... | hills. They were nearing the buttresses that force the Severn eastward and make it an English stream, and the sun, sinking over the Sentinels of Wales, was straight in their eyes. Having picked up another guest, they turned southward, avoiding the greater mountains, but conscious of an occasional summit, rounded and mi... | men. They raised windows for some ladies, and lowered them for others, they rang the bell for the servant, they identified the colleges as the train slipped past Oxford, they caught books or bag-purses in the act of tumbling on to the floor. Yet there was nothing finicking about their politeness--it had the public-scho... | a smart motor hat. Then Mrs. Warrington herself, leading the quiet child; the two Anglo-Indian ladies were always last. Maids, courier, heavy luggage, had already gone on by a branch-line to a station nearer Oniton, but there were five hat-boxes and four dressing-bags to be packed, and five dust-cloaks to be put on, an... | Howards End |
There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he sa... | No speaker | the women out at once."<|quote|>There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred ya... | Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once."<|quote|>There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. ... | slowed down and stopped. "I m sorry," said he, turning round. "Do you mind getting out--by the door on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once."<|quote|>There was a concourse of males, and Ma... | across the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while architecture was still an expression of the national character. That was the Grange, remarked Albert, over his shoulder, and then he jammed the brake on, and the motor slowed down and stopped. "I... | into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits suggested the handkerchiefs of a giant spread out to dry. An occasional outcrop of rock, an occasional wood, an occasional "forest," treeless and brown, all hinted at wildness to follow, but... | that force the Severn eastward and make it an English stream, and the sun, sinking over the Sentinels of Wales, was straight in their eyes. Having picked up another guest, they turned southward, avoiding the greater mountains, but conscious of an occasional summit, rounded and mild, whose colouring differed in quality ... | ladies, and lowered them for others, they rang the bell for the servant, they identified the colleges as the train slipped past Oxford, they caught books or bag-purses in the act of tumbling on to the floor. Yet there was nothing finicking about their politeness--it had the public-school touch, and, though sedulous, wa... | the Severn eastward and make it an English stream, and the sun, sinking over the Sentinels of Wales, was straight in their eyes. Having picked up another guest, they turned southward, avoiding the greater mountains, but conscious of an occasional summit, rounded and mild, whose colouring differed in quality from that o... | Howards End |
"It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." | Charles Wilcox | without speaking. Then he said:<|quote|>"It s all right. Your car just touched a dog."</|quote|>"But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. | drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said:<|quote|>"It s all right. Your car just touched a dog."</|quote|>"But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." | and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said:<|quote|>"It s all right. Your car just to... | he, turning round. "Do you mind getting out--by the door on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and rece... | green. The air grew cooler; they had surmounted the last gradient, and Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its river-girt peninsula. Close to the castle was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that wa... | whose contours altered more slowly. Quiet mysteries were in progress behind those tossing horizons: the West, as ever, was retreating with some secret which may not be worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like m... | have been won on our playing-fields, and Margaret bowed to a charm of which she did not wholly approve, and said nothing when the Oxford colleges were identified wrongly. "Male and female created He them"; the journey to Shrewsbury confirmed this questionable statement, and the long glass saloon, that moved so easily a... | over the Sentinels of Wales, was straight in their eyes. Having picked up another guest, they turned southward, avoiding the greater mountains, but conscious of an occasional summit, rounded and mild, whose colouring differed in quality from that of the lower earth, and whose contours altered more slowly. Quiet mysteri... | Howards End |
"But stop!" | Margaret | car just touched a dog."<|quote|>"But stop!"</|quote|>cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn | "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog."<|quote|>"But stop!"</|quote|>cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t | second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog."<|quote|>"But stop!"</|quote|>cried Margaret, horrifi... | on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it starte... | gradient, and Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its river-girt peninsula. Close to the castle was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last cen... | behind those tossing horizons: the West, as ever, was retreating with some secret which may not be worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, an... | a charm of which she did not wholly approve, and said nothing when the Oxford colleges were identified wrongly. "Male and female created He them"; the journey to Shrewsbury confirmed this questionable statement, and the long glass saloon, that moved so easily and felt so comfortable, became a forcing-house for the idea... | their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits suggested the handkerchiefs of a giant spread out to dry. An occasional outcrop of rock, an occasional wood, an occasional "forest," treeless and brown, all hinted at wildness to follow, but the main colour was an agricultural green. The air grew cooler... | Howards End |
cried Margaret, horrified. | No speaker | touched a dog." "But stop!"<|quote|>cried Margaret, horrified.</|quote|>"It didn t hurt him." | all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!"<|quote|>cried Margaret, horrified.</|quote|>"It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" | What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!"<|quote|>cried Margaret, horrified.</|quote|>"It didn... | right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off a... | Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its river-girt peninsula. Close to the castle was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while ar... | tossing horizons: the West, as ever, was retreating with some secret which may not be worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could o... | of which she did not wholly approve, and said nothing when the Oxford colleges were identified wrongly. "Male and female created He them"; the journey to Shrewsbury confirmed this questionable statement, and the long glass saloon, that moved so easily and felt so comfortable, became a forcing-house for the idea of sex.... | rock, an occasional wood, an occasional "forest," treeless and brown, all hinted at wildness to follow, but the main colour was an agricultural green. The air grew cooler; they had surmounted the last gradient, and Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its river-girt peninsula. Close ... | Howards End |
"It didn t hurt him." | Charles Wilcox | "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified.<|quote|>"It didn t hurt him."</|quote|>"Didn t really hurt him?" | car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified.<|quote|>"It didn t hurt him."</|quote|>"Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE | As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified.<|quote|>"It didn t hurt him."</|quote|>"Didn... | "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a... | them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its river-girt peninsula. Close to the castle was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while architecture was st... | West, as ever, was retreating with some secret which may not be worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hos... | did not wholly approve, and said nothing when the Oxford colleges were identified wrongly. "Male and female created He them"; the journey to Shrewsbury confirmed this questionable statement, and the long glass saloon, that moved so easily and felt so comfortable, became a forcing-house for the idea of sex. At Shrewsbur... | an agricultural green. The air grew cooler; they had surmounted the last gradient, and Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its river-girt peninsula. Close to the castle was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of... | Howards End |
asked Myra. | No speaker | "Didn t really hurt him?"<|quote|>asked Myra.</|quote|>"No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said | "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?"<|quote|>asked Myra.</|quote|>"No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, leaning forward. She was | opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?"<|quote|>asked Myra.</|quote|>"No." "Do PLEA... | them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is ... | river-girt peninsula. Close to the castle was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while architecture was still an expression of the national character. That was the Gr... | not be worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with which she had been received, and warn the M... | colleges were identified wrongly. "Male and female created He them"; the journey to Shrewsbury confirmed this questionable statement, and the long glass saloon, that moved so easily and felt so comfortable, became a forcing-house for the idea of sex. At Shrewsbury came fresh air. Margaret was all for sight-seeing, and ... | sense of hills. They were nearing the buttresses that force the Severn eastward and make it an English stream, and the sun, sinking over the Sentinels of Wales, was straight in their eyes. Having picked up another guest, they turned southward, avoiding the greater mountains, but conscious of an occasional summit, round... | Howards End |
"No." | Charles Wilcox | really hurt him?" asked Myra.<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, | t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra.<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing | a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra.<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Do PLEASE stop!" sa... | up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the l... | Close to the castle was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while architecture was still an expression of the national character. That was the Grange, remarked Albert,... | worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with which she had been received, and warn the Mother C... | identified wrongly. "Male and female created He them"; the journey to Shrewsbury confirmed this questionable statement, and the long glass saloon, that moved so easily and felt so comfortable, became a forcing-house for the idea of sex. At Shrewsbury came fresh air. Margaret was all for sight-seeing, and while the othe... | straight in their eyes. Having picked up another guest, they turned southward, avoiding the greater mountains, but conscious of an occasional summit, rounded and mild, whose colouring differed in quality from that of the lower earth, and whose contours altered more slowly. Quiet mysteries were in progress behind those ... | Howards End |
"Do PLEASE stop!" | Margaret | hurt him?" asked Myra. "No."<|quote|>"Do PLEASE stop!"</|quote|>said Margaret, leaning forward. She | hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No."<|quote|>"Do PLEASE stop!"</|quote|>said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the | girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No."<|quote|>"Do PLEASE stop!"</|quote|>said... | and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladie... | to the castle was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while architecture was still an expression of the national character. That was the Grange, remarked Albert, over ... | the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with which she had been received, and warn the Mother Country... | wrongly. "Male and female created He them"; the journey to Shrewsbury confirmed this questionable statement, and the long glass saloon, that moved so easily and felt so comfortable, became a forcing-house for the idea of sex. At Shrewsbury came fresh air. Margaret was all for sight-seeing, and while the others were fin... | an occasional "forest," treeless and brown, all hinted at wildness to follow, but the main colour was an agricultural green. The air grew cooler; they had surmounted the last gradient, and Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its river-girt peninsula. Close to the castle was a grey m... | Howards End |
said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her. | No speaker | Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!"<|quote|>said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her.</|quote|>"I want to go back, | t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!"<|quote|>said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her.</|quote|>"I want to go back, please." Charles took no notice. | at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!"<|quote|>said Margaret, leaning forward. Sh... | of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charl... | was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly, stretching with its grounds across the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while architecture was still an expression of the national character. That was the Grange, remarked Albert, over his shoulder, ... | which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with which she had been received, and warn the Mother Country against trifling w... | female created He them"; the journey to Shrewsbury confirmed this questionable statement, and the long glass saloon, that moved so easily and felt so comfortable, became a forcing-house for the idea of sex. At Shrewsbury came fresh air. Margaret was all for sight-seeing, and while the others were finishing their tea at... | Anglo-Indian ladies were always last. Maids, courier, heavy luggage, had already gone on by a branch-line to a station nearer Oniton, but there were five hat-boxes and four dressing-bags to be packed, and five dust-cloaks to be put on, and to be put off at the last moment, because Charles declared them not necessary. T... | Howards End |
"I want to go back, please." | Margaret | her knees to steady her.<|quote|>"I want to go back, please."</|quote|>Charles took no notice. "We | car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her.<|quote|>"I want to go back, please."</|quote|>Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," | s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her.<|quote|>"I want to go back, please."<... | her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog.... | was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while architecture was still an expression of the national character. That was the Grange, remarked Albert, over his shoulder, and then he jammed the brake on, and the motor slowed down and stopped. "I m sorry," said he, turning round. "Do you mind gettin... | Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with which she had been received, and warn the Mother Country against trifling with young Titans. "They threaten to cut the painter," she cried, "and where shall we be then? Miss Schlegel, you ll under... | easily and felt so comfortable, became a forcing-house for the idea of sex. At Shrewsbury came fresh air. Margaret was all for sight-seeing, and while the others were finishing their tea at the Raven, she annexed a motor and hurried over the astonishing city. Her chauffeur was not the faithful Crane, but an Italian, wh... | been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with which she had been received, and warn the Mother Country against trifling with young Titans. "They threaten to cut the painter," she cried, "and where shall we be then? Miss Schlegel, you ll undertake to keep Henry sound about Tariff Reform? It ... | Howards End |
Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane." | No speaker | want to go back, please."<|quote|>Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane."</|quote|>"Yes, but no woman." "I | knees to steady her. "I want to go back, please."<|quote|>Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane."</|quote|>"Yes, but no woman." "I expect a little of" "--Mrs. | touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her. "I want to go back, please."<|quote|>Charles took no notice. "We... | received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrif... | the beginning of the last century, while architecture was still an expression of the national character. That was the Grange, remarked Albert, over his shoulder, and then he jammed the brake on, and the motor slowed down and stopped. "I m sorry," said he, turning round. "Do you mind getting out--by the door on the righ... | her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with which she had been received, and warn the Mother Country against trifling with young Titans. "They threaten to cut the painter," she cried, "and where shall we be then? Miss Schlegel, you ll undertake to keep Henry sound about Tari... | a forcing-house for the idea of sex. At Shrewsbury came fresh air. Margaret was all for sight-seeing, and while the others were finishing their tea at the Raven, she annexed a motor and hurried over the astonishing city. Her chauffeur was not the faithful Crane, but an Italian, who dearly loved making her late. Charles... | and brown, all hinted at wildness to follow, but the main colour was an agricultural green. The air grew cooler; they had surmounted the last gradient, and Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its river-girt peninsula. Close to the castle was a grey mansion unintellectual but kindly,... | Howards End |
"Yes, but no woman." | Charles Wilcox | another; "and Angelo, and Crane."<|quote|>"Yes, but no woman."</|quote|>"I expect a little of" | left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane."<|quote|>"Yes, but no woman."</|quote|>"I expect a little of" "--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--" | hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her. "I want to go back, please." Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane."<|quote|>"Yes, but no woman."</|... | a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop... | That was the Grange, remarked Albert, over his shoulder, and then he jammed the brake on, and the motor slowed down and stopped. "I m sorry," said he, turning round. "Do you mind getting out--by the door on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice ... | which she had been received, and warn the Mother Country against trifling with young Titans. "They threaten to cut the painter," she cried, "and where shall we be then? Miss Schlegel, you ll undertake to keep Henry sound about Tariff Reform? It is our last hope." Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, ... | sight-seeing, and while the others were finishing their tea at the Raven, she annexed a motor and hurried over the astonishing city. Her chauffeur was not the faithful Crane, but an Italian, who dearly loved making her late. Charles, watch in hand, though with a level brow, was standing in front of the hotel when they ... | An occasional outcrop of rock, an occasional wood, an occasional "forest," treeless and brown, all hinted at wildness to follow, but the main colour was an agricultural green. The air grew cooler; they had surmounted the last gradient, and Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its riv... | Howards End |
"--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--" | No speaker | "I expect a little of"<|quote|>"--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--"</|quote|>"will be more to the | Crane." "Yes, but no woman." "I expect a little of"<|quote|>"--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--"</|quote|>"will be more to the point than one of us!" | Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her. "I want to go back, please." Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane." "Yes, but no woman." "I expect a little of"<|quote|>"--Mrs. Warrington scratched he... | them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, leaning forward. She was stand... | and then he jammed the brake on, and the motor slowed down and stopped. "I m sorry," said he, turning round. "Do you mind getting out--by the door on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once."... | Country against trifling with young Titans. "They threaten to cut the painter," she cried, "and where shall we be then? Miss Schlegel, you ll undertake to keep Henry sound about Tariff Reform? It is our last hope." Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, and they began to quote from their respective han... | at the Raven, she annexed a motor and hurried over the astonishing city. Her chauffeur was not the faithful Crane, but an Italian, who dearly loved making her late. Charles, watch in hand, though with a level brow, was standing in front of the hotel when they returned. It was perfectly all right, he told her; she was b... | secret which may not be worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with which she had been receive... | Howards End |
"The insurance company see to that," | Charles Wilcox | point than one of us!"<|quote|>"The insurance company see to that,"</|quote|>remarked Charles, "and Albert will | "will be more to the point than one of us!"<|quote|>"The insurance company see to that,"</|quote|>remarked Charles, "and Albert will do the talking." "I want | knees to steady her. "I want to go back, please." Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane." "Yes, but no woman." "I expect a little of" "--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--" "will be more to the point than one of us!"<|quote|>"The insurance company see to that,"<... | Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her. "I want to go back,... | m sorry," said he, turning round. "Do you mind getting out--by the door on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustl... | where shall we be then? Miss Schlegel, you ll undertake to keep Henry sound about Tariff Reform? It is our last hope." Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, and they began to quote from their respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressi... | was not the faithful Crane, but an Italian, who dearly loved making her late. Charles, watch in hand, though with a level brow, was standing in front of the hotel when they returned. It was perfectly all right, he told her; she was by no means the last. And then he dived into the coffee-room, and she heard him say, "Fo... | the other side, and they began to quote from their respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits suggested the handkerchiefs of a giant spread out to dry. An occasional outcrop of r... | Howards End |
remarked Charles, | No speaker | insurance company see to that,"<|quote|>remarked Charles,</|quote|>"and Albert will do the | than one of us!" "The insurance company see to that,"<|quote|>remarked Charles,</|quote|>"and Albert will do the talking." "I want to go | to go back, please." Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane." "Yes, but no woman." "I expect a little of" "--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--" "will be more to the point than one of us!" "The insurance company see to that,"<|quote|>remarked Charles,</|quote|>"a... | right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her. "I want to go back, please." Charles took n... | "Do you mind getting out--by the door on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the secon... | Schlegel, you ll undertake to keep Henry sound about Tariff Reform? It is our last hope." Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, and they began to quote from their respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked... | an Italian, who dearly loved making her late. Charles, watch in hand, though with a level brow, was standing in front of the hotel when they returned. It was perfectly all right, he told her; she was by no means the last. And then he dived into the coffee-room, and she heard him say, "For God s sake, hurry the women up... | the peninsula s neck--the sort of mansion that was built all over England in the beginning of the last century, while architecture was still an expression of the national character. That was the Grange, remarked Albert, over his shoulder, and then he jammed the brake on, and the motor slowed down and stopped. "I m sorr... | Howards End |
"and Albert will do the talking." | Charles Wilcox | see to that," remarked Charles,<|quote|>"and Albert will do the talking."</|quote|>"I want to go back, | of us!" "The insurance company see to that," remarked Charles,<|quote|>"and Albert will do the talking."</|quote|>"I want to go back, though, I say!" repeated Margaret, | back, please." Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane." "Yes, but no woman." "I expect a little of" "--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--" "will be more to the point than one of us!" "The insurance company see to that," remarked Charles,<|quote|>"and Albert will ... | car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her. "I want to go back, please." Charles took no notice. "W... | mind getting out--by the door on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. W... | ll undertake to keep Henry sound about Tariff Reform? It is our last hope." Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, and they began to quote from their respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and t... | who dearly loved making her late. Charles, watch in hand, though with a level brow, was standing in front of the hotel when they returned. It was perfectly all right, he told her; she was by no means the last. And then he dived into the coffee-room, and she heard him say, "For God s sake, hurry the women up; we shall n... | Quiet mysteries were in progress behind those tossing horizons: the West, as ever, was retreating with some secret which may not be worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mou... | Howards End |
"I want to go back, though, I say!" | Margaret | Albert will do the talking."<|quote|>"I want to go back, though, I say!"</|quote|>repeated Margaret, getting angry. Charles | to that," remarked Charles, "and Albert will do the talking."<|quote|>"I want to go back, though, I say!"</|quote|>repeated Margaret, getting angry. Charles took no notice. The motor, | "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane." "Yes, but no woman." "I expect a little of" "--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--" "will be more to the point than one of us!" "The insurance company see to that," remarked Charles, "and Albert will do the talking."<|quote|>"I want to go back, th... | stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her. "I want to go back, please." Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind,"... | the right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started o... | about Tariff Reform? It is our last hope." Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, and they began to quote from their respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits s... | Charles, watch in hand, though with a level brow, was standing in front of the hotel when they returned. It was perfectly all right, he told her; she was by no means the last. And then he dived into the coffee-room, and she heard him say, "For God s sake, hurry the women up; we shall never be off," and Albert Fussell r... | were in progress behind those tossing horizons: the West, as ever, was retreating with some secret which may not be worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stop... | Howards End |
repeated Margaret, getting angry. Charles took no notice. The motor, loaded with refugees, continued to travel very slowly down the hill. "The men are there," chorused the others. "They will see to it." | No speaker | go back, though, I say!"<|quote|>repeated Margaret, getting angry. Charles took no notice. The motor, loaded with refugees, continued to travel very slowly down the hill. "The men are there," chorused the others. "They will see to it."</|quote|>"The men CAN T see | the talking." "I want to go back, though, I say!"<|quote|>repeated Margaret, getting angry. Charles took no notice. The motor, loaded with refugees, continued to travel very slowly down the hill. "The men are there," chorused the others. "They will see to it."</|quote|>"The men CAN T see to it. Oh, this is | "and Angelo, and Crane." "Yes, but no woman." "I expect a little of" "--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--" "will be more to the point than one of us!" "The insurance company see to that," remarked Charles, "and Albert will do the talking." "I want to go back, though, I say!"<|quote|>repeated Margaret, getting angry.... | him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said Margaret, leaning forward. She was standing up in the car, the other occupants holding her knees to steady her. "I want to go back, please." Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane." "Yes, but ... | Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out at once." There was a concourse of males, and Margaret and her companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a gi... | Margaret playfully confessed herself on the other side, and they began to quote from their respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits suggested the handkerchiefs of a giant sprea... | brow, was standing in front of the hotel when they returned. It was perfectly all right, he told her; she was by no means the last. And then he dived into the coffee-room, and she heard him say, "For God s sake, hurry the women up; we shall never be off," and Albert Fussell reply, "Not I; I ve done my share," and Colon... | discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with which she had been received, and warn the Mother Country aga... | Howards End |
"The men CAN T see to it. Oh, this is ridiculous! Charles, I ask you to stop." | Margaret | "They will see to it."<|quote|>"The men CAN T see to it. Oh, this is ridiculous! Charles, I ask you to stop."</|quote|>"Stopping s no good," drawled | are there," chorused the others. "They will see to it."<|quote|>"The men CAN T see to it. Oh, this is ridiculous! Charles, I ask you to stop."</|quote|>"Stopping s no good," drawled Charles. "Isn t it?" said | that," remarked Charles, "and Albert will do the talking." "I want to go back, though, I say!" repeated Margaret, getting angry. Charles took no notice. The motor, loaded with refugees, continued to travel very slowly down the hill. "The men are there," chorused the others. "They will see to it."<|quote|>"The men CAN T... | want to go back, please." Charles took no notice. "We ve left Mr. Fussell behind," said another; "and Angelo, and Crane." "Yes, but no woman." "I expect a little of" "--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--" "will be more to the point than one of us!" "The insurance company see to that," remarked Charles, "and Albert wi... | companions were hustled out and received into the second car. What had happened? As it started off again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "B... | their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits suggested the handkerchiefs of a giant spread out to dry. An occasional outcrop of rock, an occasional wood, an occasional "forest," treeless and brown, all hinted at wildness to follow, but the main colour was an agricultural green. The air grew cooler... | and she heard him say, "For God s sake, hurry the women up; we shall never be off," and Albert Fussell reply, "Not I; I ve done my share," and Colonel Fussell opine that the ladies were getting themselves up to kill. Presently Myra (Mrs. Warrington s daughter) appeared, and as she was his cousin, Charles blew her up a ... | respective handbooks while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits suggested the handkerchiefs of a giant spread out to dry. An occasional outcrop of rock, an occasional wood, an occasional "forest," tr... | Howards End |
"Stopping s no good," | Charles Wilcox | I ask you to stop."<|quote|>"Stopping s no good,"</|quote|>drawled Charles. "Isn t it?" | Oh, this is ridiculous! Charles, I ask you to stop."<|quote|>"Stopping s no good,"</|quote|>drawled Charles. "Isn t it?" said Margaret, and jumped straight | repeated Margaret, getting angry. Charles took no notice. The motor, loaded with refugees, continued to travel very slowly down the hill. "The men are there," chorused the others. "They will see to it." "The men CAN T see to it. Oh, this is ridiculous! Charles, I ask you to stop."<|quote|>"Stopping s no good,"</|quote|... | "and Angelo, and Crane." "Yes, but no woman." "I expect a little of" "--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--" "will be more to the point than one of us!" "The insurance company see to that," remarked Charles, "and Albert will do the talking." "I want to go back, though, I say!" repeated Margaret, getting angry. Charles... | again, the door of a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "N... | spread out to dry. An occasional outcrop of rock, an occasional wood, an occasional "forest," treeless and brown, all hinted at wildness to follow, but the main colour was an agricultural green. The air grew cooler; they had surmounted the last gradient, and Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, ... | off," and Albert Fussell reply, "Not I; I ve done my share," and Colonel Fussell opine that the ladies were getting themselves up to kill. Presently Myra (Mrs. Warrington s daughter) appeared, and as she was his cousin, Charles blew her up a little; she had been changing her smart travelling hat for a smart motor hat. ... | while the motor carried them deep into the hills. Curious these were rather than impressive, for their outlines lacked beauty, and the pink fields on their summits suggested the handkerchiefs of a giant spread out to dry. An occasional outcrop of rock, an occasional wood, an occasional "forest," treeless and brown, all... | Howards End |
drawled Charles. | No speaker | stop." "Stopping s no good,"<|quote|>drawled Charles.</|quote|>"Isn t it?" said Margaret, | Charles, I ask you to stop." "Stopping s no good,"<|quote|>drawled Charles.</|quote|>"Isn t it?" said Margaret, and jumped straight out of | Charles took no notice. The motor, loaded with refugees, continued to travel very slowly down the hill. "The men are there," chorused the others. "They will see to it." "The men CAN T see to it. Oh, this is ridiculous! Charles, I ask you to stop." "Stopping s no good,"<|quote|>drawled Charles.</|quote|>"Isn t it?" said... | "Yes, but no woman." "I expect a little of" "--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--" "will be more to the point than one of us!" "The insurance company see to that," remarked Charles, "and Albert will do the talking." "I want to go back, though, I say!" repeated Margaret, getting angry. Charles took no notice. The moto... | a cottage opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop... | An occasional outcrop of rock, an occasional wood, an occasional "forest," treeless and brown, all hinted at wildness to follow, but the main colour was an agricultural green. The air grew cooler; they had surmounted the last gradient, and Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its riv... | reply, "Not I; I ve done my share," and Colonel Fussell opine that the ladies were getting themselves up to kill. Presently Myra (Mrs. Warrington s daughter) appeared, and as she was his cousin, Charles blew her up a little; she had been changing her smart travelling hat for a smart motor hat. Then Mrs. Warrington hers... | was retreating with some secret which may not be worth the discovery, but which no practical man will ever discover. They spoke of Tariff Reform. Mrs. Warrington was just back from the Colonies. Like many other critics of Empire, her mouth had been stopped with food, and she could only exclaim at the hospitality with w... | Howards End |
"Isn t it?" | Margaret | s no good," drawled Charles.<|quote|>"Isn t it?"</|quote|>said Margaret, and jumped straight | ask you to stop." "Stopping s no good," drawled Charles.<|quote|>"Isn t it?"</|quote|>said Margaret, and jumped straight out of the car. She | no notice. The motor, loaded with refugees, continued to travel very slowly down the hill. "The men are there," chorused the others. "They will see to it." "The men CAN T see to it. Oh, this is ridiculous! Charles, I ask you to stop." "Stopping s no good," drawled Charles.<|quote|>"Isn t it?"</|quote|>said Margaret, an... | no woman." "I expect a little of" "--Mrs. Warrington scratched her palm--" "will be more to the point than one of us!" "The insurance company see to that," remarked Charles, "and Albert will do the talking." "I want to go back, though, I say!" repeated Margaret, getting angry. Charles took no notice. The motor, loaded ... | opened, and a girl screamed wildly at them. "What is it?" the ladies cried. Charles drove them a hundred yards without speaking. Then he said: "It s all right. Your car just touched a dog." "But stop!" cried Margaret, horrified. "It didn t hurt him." "Didn t really hurt him?" asked Myra. "No." "Do PLEASE stop!" said Ma... | outcrop of rock, an occasional wood, an occasional "forest," treeless and brown, all hinted at wildness to follow, but the main colour was an agricultural green. The air grew cooler; they had surmounted the last gradient, and Oniton lay below them with its church, its radiating houses, its castle, its river-girt penins... | I; I ve done my share," and Colonel Fussell opine that the ladies were getting themselves up to kill. Presently Myra (Mrs. Warrington s daughter) appeared, and as she was his cousin, Charles blew her up a little; she had been changing her smart travelling hat for a smart motor hat. Then Mrs. Warrington herself, leading... | shoulder, and then he jammed the brake on, and the motor slowed down and stopped. "I m sorry," said he, turning round. "Do you mind getting out--by the door on the right. Steady on." "What s happened?" asked Mrs. Warrington. Then the car behind them drew up, and the voice of Charles was heard saying: "Get the women out... | Howards End |
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