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"that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp." | Eleanor Tilney | of mine," said Miss Tilney,<|quote|>"that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp."</|quote|>It was a narrow winding | is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney,<|quote|>"that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp."</|quote|>It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove | unpleasant extension of their walk, if Miss Morland were not tired. "But where are you going, Eleanor? Why do you choose that cold, damp path to it? Miss Morland will get wet. Our best way is across the park." "This is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney,<|quote|>"that I always think it the best and nearest ... | division, and led her under every wall, till she was heartily weary of seeing and wondering, he suffered the girls at last to seize the advantage of an outer door, and then expressing his wish to examine the effect of some recent alterations about the tea-house, proposed it as no unpleasant extension of their walk, if ... | With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan. "How were Mr. Allen s succession-houses worked?" describing the nature of his own as they entered them. "Mr. Allen had only one sma... | well as her father s, including church-yard and orchard. The walls seemed countless in number, endless in length; a village of hot-houses seemed to arise among them, and a whole parish to be at work within the enclosure. The general was flattered by her looks of surprise, which told him almost as plainly, as he soon fo... | and dry. He yielded implicitly, and would fetch his hat and attend them in a moment." He left the room, and Catherine, with a disappointed, anxious face, began to speak of her unwillingness that he should be taking them out of doors against his own inclination, under a mistaken idea of pleasing her; but she was stopped... | any better authority, she boldly burst forth in wonder and praise. The general listened with assenting gratitude; and it seemed as if his own estimation of Northanger had waited unfixed till that hour. The kitchen-garden was to be next admired, and he led the way to it across a small portion of the park. The number of ... | Northanger Abbey |
It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapprobation, be kept from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to mak... | No speaker | perhaps it may be damp."<|quote|>It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapprobation, be kept from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of heal... | best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp."<|quote|>It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapprobation, be kept from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having ag... | Eleanor? Why do you choose that cold, damp path to it? Miss Morland will get wet. Our best way is across the park." "This is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp."<|quote|>It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Sc... | he suffered the girls at last to seize the advantage of an outer door, and then expressing his wish to examine the effect of some recent alterations about the tea-house, proposed it as no unpleasant extension of their walk, if Miss Morland were not tired. "But where are you going, Eleanor? Why do you choose that cold, ... | never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan. "How were Mr. Allen s succession-houses worked?" describing the nature of his own as they entered them. "Mr. Allen had only one small hot-house, which Mrs. Allen had the use of for her plants in winter, and there was a fire i... | in length; a village of hot-houses seemed to arise among them, and a whole parish to be at work within the enclosure. The general was flattered by her looks of surprise, which told him almost as plainly, as he soon forced her to tell him in words, that she had never seen any gardens at all equal to them before; and he ... | He left the room, and Catherine, with a disappointed, anxious face, began to speak of her unwillingness that he should be taking them out of doors against his own inclination, under a mistaken idea of pleasing her; but she was stopped by Miss Tilney s saying, with a little confusion, "I believe it will be wisest to tak... | always secure the most valuable fruits. The pinery had yielded only one hundred in the last year. Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wishe... | Northanger Abbey |
"I am particularly fond of this spot," | Eleanor Tilney | which such a grove inspired.<|quote|>"I am particularly fond of this spot,"</|quote|>said her companion, with a | gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired.<|quote|>"I am particularly fond of this spot,"</|quote|>said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother | another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired.<|quote|>"I am particularly ... | be kept from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and ... | unpleasant extension of their walk, if Miss Morland were not tired. "But where are you going, Eleanor? Why do you choose that cold, damp path to it? Miss Morland will get wet. Our best way is across the park." "This is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "that I always think it the best and nearest way. But... | utmost care could not always secure the most valuable fruits. The pinery had yielded only one hundred in the last year. Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfact... | early? Neither her father nor Mr. Allen did so. It was certainly very provoking. She was all impatience to see the house, and had scarcely any curiosity about the grounds. If Henry had been with them indeed! But now she should not know what was picturesque when she saw it. Such were her thoughts, but she kept them to h... | children did. There were great vexations, however, attending such a garden as his. The utmost care could not always secure the most valuable fruits. The pinery had yielded only one hundred in the last year. Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not ca... | Northanger Abbey |
said her companion, with a sigh. | No speaker | particularly fond of this spot,"<|quote|>said her companion, with a sigh.</|quote|>"It was my mother s | a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot,"<|quote|>said her companion, with a sigh.</|quote|>"It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never | was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot,"<|quote|>said her companion, with a ... | her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her s... | Morland were not tired. "But where are you going, Eleanor? Why do you choose that cold, damp path to it? Miss Morland will get wet. Our best way is across the park." "This is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp." It was a narrow wi... | most valuable fruits. The pinery had yielded only one hundred in the last year. Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the ... | did so. It was certainly very provoking. She was all impatience to see the house, and had scarcely any curiosity about the grounds. If Henry had been with them indeed! But now she should not know what was picturesque when she saw it. Such were her thoughts, but she kept them to herself, and put on her bonnet in patient... | s, including church-yard and orchard. The walls seemed countless in number, endless in length; a village of hot-houses seemed to arise among them, and a whole parish to be at work within the enclosure. The general was flattered by her looks of surprise, which told him almost as plainly, as he soon forced her to tell hi... | Northanger Abbey |
"It was my mother s favourite walk." | Eleanor Tilney | her companion, with a sigh.<|quote|>"It was my mother s favourite walk."</|quote|>Catherine had never heard Mrs. | fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh.<|quote|>"It was my mother s favourite walk."</|quote|>Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family | her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh.<|quote|>"It was my mother s fav... | the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. ... | are you going, Eleanor? Why do you choose that cold, damp path to it? Miss Morland will get wet. Our best way is across the park." "This is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp." It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of... | yielded only one hundred in the last year. Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, witho... | provoking. She was all impatience to see the house, and had scarcely any curiosity about the grounds. If Henry had been with them indeed! But now she should not know what was picturesque when she saw it. Such were her thoughts, but she kept them to herself, and put on her bonnet in patient discontent. She was struck, h... | Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan. "How were Mr. Allen s succession-houses worked?" describing the n... | Northanger Abbey |
Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. | No speaker | my mother s favourite walk."<|quote|>Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more.</|quote|>"I used to walk here | with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk."<|quote|>Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more.</|quote|>"I used to ... | The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk."<|quote|>Catherine had never heard Mrs. ... | too polite to make further opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock, however, being less r... | choose that cold, damp path to it? Miss Morland will get wet. Our best way is across the park." "This is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp." It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, st... | year. Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, ... | the house, and had scarcely any curiosity about the grounds. If Henry had been with them indeed! But now she should not know what was picturesque when she saw it. Such were her thoughts, but she kept them to herself, and put on her bonnet in patient discontent. She was struck, however, beyond her expectation, by the gr... | as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan. "How were Mr. Allen s succe... | Northanger Abbey |
"I used to walk here so often with her!" | Eleanor Tilney | she waited for something more.<|quote|>"I used to walk here so often with her!"</|quote|>added Eleanor; "though I never | the attentive pause with which she waited for something more.<|quote|>"I used to walk here so often with her!"</|quote|>added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I | her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more.<|quote|>"I us... | shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It wa... | nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp." It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapprobation, be kept from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the ple... | wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan. "How were Mr. Allen s succession-houses worked?" describing the nature of his own as they entered them. "Mr. Allen had only one small hot-house, which Mrs. Allen had the use of for her plan... | to herself, and put on her bonnet in patient discontent. She was struck, however, beyond her expectation, by the grandeur of the abbey, as she saw it for the first time from the lawn. The whole building enclosed a large court; and two sides of the quadrangle, rich in Gothic ornaments, stood forward for admiration. The ... | be unrivalled in the kingdom. If he had a hobby-horse, it was _that_. He loved a garden. Though careless enough in most matters of eating, he loved good fruit or if he did not, his friends and children did. There were great vexations, however, attending such a garden as his. The utmost care could not always secure the ... | Northanger Abbey |
added Eleanor; | No speaker | here so often with her!"<|quote|>added Eleanor;</|quote|>"though I never loved it | more. "I used to walk here so often with her!"<|quote|>added Eleanor;</|quote|>"though I never loved it then, as I have loved | s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!"<|quote|>added Elea... | by the separation. The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never ... | was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapprobation, be kept from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make f... | entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan. "How were Mr. Allen s succession-houses worked?" describing the nature of his own as they entered them. "Mr. Allen had only one small hot-house, which Mrs. Allen had the use of for her plants in winter, and there was a fire in it n... | discontent. She was struck, however, beyond her expectation, by the grandeur of the abbey, as she saw it for the first time from the lawn. The whole building enclosed a large court; and two sides of the quadrangle, rich in Gothic ornaments, stood forward for admiration. The remainder was shut off by knolls of old trees... | seeing and wondering, he suffered the girls at last to seize the advantage of an outer door, and then expressing his wish to examine the effect of some recent alterations about the tea-house, proposed it as no unpleasant extension of their walk, if Miss Morland were not tired. "But where are you going, Eleanor? Why do ... | Northanger Abbey |
"though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." | Eleanor Tilney | often with her!" added Eleanor;<|quote|>"though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now."</|quote|>"And ought it not," reflected | used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor;<|quote|>"though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now."</|quote|>"And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to | walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor;<|quote|>"though... | separation. The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard M... | narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapprobation, be kept from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further... | without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan. "How were Mr. Allen s succession-houses worked?" describing the nature of his own as they entered them. "Mr. Allen had only one small hot-house, which Mrs. Allen had the use of for her plants in winter, and there was a fire in it now and then."... | was struck, however, beyond her expectation, by the grandeur of the abbey, as she saw it for the first time from the lawn. The whole building enclosed a large court; and two sides of the quadrangle, rich in Gothic ornaments, stood forward for admiration. The remainder was shut off by knolls of old trees, or luxuriant p... | examine the effect of some recent alterations about the tea-house, proposed it as no unpleasant extension of their walk, if Miss Morland were not tired. "But where are you going, Eleanor? Why do you choose that cold, damp path to it? Miss Morland will get wet. Our best way is across the park." "This is so favourite a w... | Northanger Abbey |
"And ought it not," | Catherine Morland | her memory endears it now."<|quote|>"And ought it not,"</|quote|>reflected Catherine, "to endear it | wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now."<|quote|>"And ought it not,"</|quote|>reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the | the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now."<|quote|>"And ought it not,"</|quote|>reflected Catherine, "to... | grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive p... | s disapprobation, be kept from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He... | they entered them. "Mr. Allen had only one small hot-house, which Mrs. Allen had the use of for her plants in winter, and there was a fire in it now and then." "He is a happy man!" said the general, with a look of very happy contempt. Having taken her into every division, and led her under every wall, till she was hear... | court; and two sides of the quadrangle, rich in Gothic ornaments, stood forward for admiration. The remainder was shut off by knolls of old trees, or luxuriant plantations, and the steep woody hills rising behind, to give it shelter, were beautiful even in the leafless month of March. Catherine had seen nothing to comp... | park." "This is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp." It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapp... | Northanger Abbey |
reflected Catherine, | No speaker | now." "And ought it not,"<|quote|>reflected Catherine,</|quote|>"to endear it to her | But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not,"<|quote|>reflected Catherine,</|quote|>"to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would | which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not,"<|quote|>reflected Catherine,</|quote|>"to endear it to her husband... | particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she wa... | from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherin... | Allen had only one small hot-house, which Mrs. Allen had the use of for her plants in winter, and there was a fire in it now and then." "He is a happy man!" said the general, with a look of very happy contempt. Having taken her into every division, and led her under every wall, till she was heartily weary of seeing and... | of the quadrangle, rich in Gothic ornaments, stood forward for admiration. The remainder was shut off by knolls of old trees, or luxuriant plantations, and the steep woody hills rising behind, to give it shelter, were beautiful even in the leafless month of March. Catherine had seen nothing to compare with it; and her ... | walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp." It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapprobation, be kept from stepping... | Northanger Abbey |
"to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it." | Catherine Morland | ought it not," reflected Catherine,<|quote|>"to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it."</|quote|>Miss Tilney continuing silent, she | memory endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine,<|quote|>"to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it."</|quote|>Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say, "Her death | waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine,<|quote|>"to endear it to her husband? Yet the general w... | of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something... | forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked ... | only one small hot-house, which Mrs. Allen had the use of for her plants in winter, and there was a fire in it now and then." "He is a happy man!" said the general, with a look of very happy contempt. Having taken her into every division, and led her under every wall, till she was heartily weary of seeing and wondering... | quadrangle, rich in Gothic ornaments, stood forward for admiration. The remainder was shut off by knolls of old trees, or luxuriant plantations, and the steep woody hills rising behind, to give it shelter, were beautiful even in the leafless month of March. Catherine had seen nothing to compare with it; and her feeling... | Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its... | Northanger Abbey |
Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say, | No speaker | general would not enter it."<|quote|>Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say,</|quote|>"Her death must have been | to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it."<|quote|>Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say,</|quote|>"Her death must have been a great affliction!" "A great | added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it."<|quote|>Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to s... | s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "th... | in vain, was too polite to make further opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock, however,... | plants in winter, and there was a fire in it now and then." "He is a happy man!" said the general, with a look of very happy contempt. Having taken her into every division, and led her under every wall, till she was heartily weary of seeing and wondering, he suffered the girls at last to seize the advantage of an outer... | off by knolls of old trees, or luxuriant plantations, and the steep woody hills rising behind, to give it shelter, were beautiful even in the leafless month of March. Catherine had seen nothing to compare with it; and her feelings of delight were so strong, that without waiting for any better authority, she boldly burs... | fruits. The pinery had yielded only one hundred in the last year. Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the same, for he n... | Northanger Abbey |
"Her death must have been a great affliction!" | Catherine Morland | silent, she ventured to say,<|quote|>"Her death must have been a great affliction!"</|quote|>"A great and increasing one," | enter it." Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say,<|quote|>"Her death must have been a great affliction!"</|quote|>"A great and increasing one," replied the other, in a | as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it." Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say,<|quote|>"Her death must have been a great afflicti... | Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it sin... | opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offere... | in it now and then." "He is a happy man!" said the general, with a look of very happy contempt. Having taken her into every division, and led her under every wall, till she was heartily weary of seeing and wondering, he suffered the girls at last to seize the advantage of an outer door, and then expressing his wish to ... | plantations, and the steep woody hills rising behind, to give it shelter, were beautiful even in the leafless month of March. Catherine had seen nothing to compare with it; and her feelings of delight were so strong, that without waiting for any better authority, she boldly burst forth in wonder and praise. The general... | well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan. "How were Mr. Allen s successi... | Northanger Abbey |
"A great and increasing one," | Eleanor Tilney | have been a great affliction!"<|quote|>"A great and increasing one,"</|quote|>replied the other, in a | to say, "Her death must have been a great affliction!"<|quote|>"A great and increasing one,"</|quote|>replied the other, in a low voice. "I was only | time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it." Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say, "Her death must have been a great affliction!"<|quote|>"A great and increasing one,"... | interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her... | "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the ... | happy man!" said the general, with a look of very happy contempt. Having taken her into every division, and led her under every wall, till she was heartily weary of seeing and wondering, he suffered the girls at last to seize the advantage of an outer door, and then expressing his wish to examine the effect of some rec... | to give it shelter, were beautiful even in the leafless month of March. Catherine had seen nothing to compare with it; and her feelings of delight were so strong, that without waiting for any better authority, she boldly burst forth in wonder and praise. The general listened with assenting gratitude; and it seemed as i... | to it? Miss Morland will get wet. Our best way is across the park." "This is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp." It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, a... | Northanger Abbey |
replied the other, in a low voice. | No speaker | "A great and increasing one,"<|quote|>replied the other, in a low voice.</|quote|>"I was only thirteen when | have been a great affliction!" "A great and increasing one,"<|quote|>replied the other, in a low voice.</|quote|>"I was only thirteen when it happened; and though I | wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it." Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say, "Her death must have been a great affliction!" "A great and increasing one,"<|quote|>replied the other, in... | remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears ... | were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy... | with a look of very happy contempt. Having taken her into every division, and led her under every wall, till she was heartily weary of seeing and wondering, he suffered the girls at last to seize the advantage of an outer door, and then expressing his wish to examine the effect of some recent alterations about the tea-... | beautiful even in the leafless month of March. Catherine had seen nothing to compare with it; and her feelings of delight were so strong, that without waiting for any better authority, she boldly burst forth in wonder and praise. The general listened with assenting gratitude; and it seemed as if his own estimation of N... | walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp." It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapprobation, be kept from stepping... | Northanger Abbey |
"I was only thirteen when it happened; and though I felt my loss perhaps as strongly as one so young could feel it, I did not, I could not, then know what a loss it was." | Eleanor Tilney | other, in a low voice.<|quote|>"I was only thirteen when it happened; and though I felt my loss perhaps as strongly as one so young could feel it, I did not, I could not, then know what a loss it was."</|quote|>She stopped for a moment, | and increasing one," replied the other, in a low voice.<|quote|>"I was only thirteen when it happened; and though I felt my loss perhaps as strongly as one so young could feel it, I did not, I could not, then know what a loss it was."</|quote|>She stopped for a moment, and then added, with great | endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it." Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say, "Her death must have been a great affliction!" "A great and increasing one," replied the other, in a low voice.<|quote|>"I was only thirteen wh... | countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, ... | he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am... | Having taken her into every division, and led her under every wall, till she was heartily weary of seeing and wondering, he suffered the girls at last to seize the advantage of an outer door, and then expressing his wish to examine the effect of some recent alterations about the tea-house, proposed it as no unpleasant ... | March. Catherine had seen nothing to compare with it; and her feelings of delight were so strong, that without waiting for any better authority, she boldly burst forth in wonder and praise. The general listened with assenting gratitude; and it seemed as if his own estimation of Northanger had waited unfixed till that h... | again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the ... | Northanger Abbey |
She stopped for a moment, and then added, with great firmness, | No speaker | what a loss it was."<|quote|>She stopped for a moment, and then added, with great firmness,</|quote|>"I have no sister, you | I could not, then know what a loss it was."<|quote|>She stopped for a moment, and then added, with great firmness,</|quote|>"I have no sister, you know and though Henry though | great affliction!" "A great and increasing one," replied the other, in a low voice. "I was only thirteen when it happened; and though I felt my loss perhaps as strongly as one so young could feel it, I did not, I could not, then know what a loss it was."<|quote|>She stopped for a moment, and then added, with great firm... | At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it." Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say, "Her death must have been a great affliction!" "A great and increasing one,"... | no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this ... | then expressing his wish to examine the effect of some recent alterations about the tea-house, proposed it as no unpleasant extension of their walk, if Miss Morland were not tired. "But where are you going, Eleanor? Why do you choose that cold, damp path to it? Miss Morland will get wet. Our best way is across the park... | assenting gratitude; and it seemed as if his own estimation of Northanger had waited unfixed till that hour. The kitchen-garden was to be next admired, and he led the way to it across a small portion of the park. The number of acres contained in this garden was such as Catherine could not listen to without dismay, bein... | general, with a look of very happy contempt. Having taken her into every division, and led her under every wall, till she was heartily weary of seeing and wondering, he suffered the girls at last to seize the advantage of an outer door, and then expressing his wish to examine the effect of some recent alterations about... | Northanger Abbey |
"I have no sister, you know and though Henry though my brothers are very affectionate, and Henry is a great deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary." | Eleanor Tilney | then added, with great firmness,<|quote|>"I have no sister, you know and though Henry though my brothers are very affectionate, and Henry is a great deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary."</|quote|>"To be sure you must | stopped for a moment, and then added, with great firmness,<|quote|>"I have no sister, you know and though Henry though my brothers are very affectionate, and Henry is a great deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary."</|quote|>"To be sure you must miss him very much." "A | a low voice. "I was only thirteen when it happened; and though I felt my loss perhaps as strongly as one so young could feel it, I did not, I could not, then know what a loss it was." She stopped for a moment, and then added, with great firmness,<|quote|>"I have no sister, you know and though Henry though my brothers a... | But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it." Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say, "Her death must have been a great affliction!" "A great and increasing one," replied the other, in a low voice. "I was only thir... | the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her alte... | alterations about the tea-house, proposed it as no unpleasant extension of their walk, if Miss Morland were not tired. "But where are you going, Eleanor? Why do you choose that cold, damp path to it? Miss Morland will get wet. Our best way is across the park." "This is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "t... | Northanger had waited unfixed till that hour. The kitchen-garden was to be next admired, and he led the way to it across a small portion of the park. The number of acres contained in this garden was such as Catherine could not listen to without dismay, being more than double the extent of all Mr. Allen s, as well as he... | to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed... | Northanger Abbey |
"To be sure you must miss him very much." | Catherine Morland | not to be often solitary."<|quote|>"To be sure you must miss him very much."</|quote|>"A mother would have been | it is impossible for me not to be often solitary."<|quote|>"To be sure you must miss him very much."</|quote|>"A mother would have been always present. A mother would | was." She stopped for a moment, and then added, with great firmness, "I have no sister, you know and though Henry though my brothers are very affectionate, and Henry is a great deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary."<|quote|>"To be sure you must miss him very much."</... | a great affliction!" "A great and increasing one," replied the other, in a low voice. "I was only thirteen when it happened; and though I felt my loss perhaps as strongly as one so young could feel it, I did not, I could not, then know what a loss it was." She stopped for a moment, and then added, with great firmness, ... | before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used ... | get wet. Our best way is across the park." "This is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp." It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, cou... | as Catherine could not listen to without dismay, being more than double the extent of all Mr. Allen s, as well as her father s, including church-yard and orchard. The walls seemed countless in number, endless in length; a village of hot-houses seemed to arise among them, and a whole parish to be at work within the encl... | into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan. "How were Mr. Allen s succession-houses worked?" describing the nature of his own as they entered them. "Mr. Allen had on... | Northanger Abbey |
"A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other." | Eleanor Tilney | must miss him very much."<|quote|>"A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other."</|quote|>"Was she a very charming | solitary." "To be sure you must miss him very much."<|quote|>"A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other."</|quote|>"Was she a very charming woman? Was she handsome? Was | with great firmness, "I have no sister, you know and though Henry though my brothers are very affectionate, and Henry is a great deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary." "To be sure you must miss him very much."<|quote|>"A mother would have been always present. A mothe... | the other, in a low voice. "I was only thirteen when it happened; and though I felt my loss perhaps as strongly as one so young could feel it, I did not, I could not, then know what a loss it was." She stopped for a moment, and then added, with great firmness, "I have no sister, you know and though Henry though my brot... | showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." "An... | "This is so favourite a walk of mine," said Miss Tilney, "that I always think it the best and nearest way. But perhaps it may be damp." It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapprobatio... | more than double the extent of all Mr. Allen s, as well as her father s, including church-yard and orchard. The walls seemed countless in number, endless in length; a village of hot-houses seemed to arise among them, and a whole parish to be at work within the enclosure. The general was flattered by her looks of surpri... | triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan. "How were Mr. Allen s succession-houses worked?" describing the nature of his own as they entered them. "Mr. Allen had only one small hot-... | Northanger Abbey |
"Was she a very charming woman? Was she handsome? Was there any picture of her in the abbey? And why had she been so partial to that grove? Was it from dejection of spirits?" | Catherine Morland | have been beyond all other."<|quote|>"Was she a very charming woman? Was she handsome? Was there any picture of her in the abbey? And why had she been so partial to that grove? Was it from dejection of spirits?"</|quote|>were questions now eagerly poured | constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other."<|quote|>"Was she a very charming woman? Was she handsome? Was there any picture of her in the abbey? And why had she been so partial to that grove? Was it from dejection of spirits?"</|quote|>were questions now eagerly poured forth; the first three recei... | deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary." "To be sure you must miss him very much." "A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other."<|quote|>"Was she a very charming woman? Was she han... | one so young could feel it, I did not, I could not, then know what a loss it was." She stopped for a moment, and then added, with great firmness, "I have no sister, you know and though Henry though my brothers are very affectionate, and Henry is a great deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me n... | here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it." Miss Tilney continuing silent, ... | it may be damp." It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapprobation, be kept from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was ... | countless in number, endless in length; a village of hot-houses seemed to arise among them, and a whole parish to be at work within the enclosure. The general was flattered by her looks of surprise, which told him almost as plainly, as he soon forced her to tell him in words, that she had never seen any gardens at all ... | from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk wit... | Northanger Abbey |
were questions now eagerly poured forth; the first three received a ready affirmative, the two others were passed by; and Catherine s interest in the deceased Mrs. Tilney augmented with every question, whether answered or not. Of her unhappiness in marriage, she felt persuaded. The general certainly had been an unkind ... | No speaker | it from dejection of spirits?"<|quote|>were questions now eagerly poured forth; the first three received a ready affirmative, the two others were passed by; and Catherine s interest in the deceased Mrs. Tilney augmented with every question, whether answered or not. Of her unhappiness in marriage, she felt persuaded. Th... | partial to that grove? Was it from dejection of spirits?"<|quote|>were questions now eagerly poured forth; the first three received a ready affirmative, the two others were passed by; and Catherine s interest in the deceased Mrs. Tilney augmented with every question, whether answered or not. Of her unhappiness in marri... | A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other." "Was she a very charming woman? Was she handsome? Was there any picture of her in the abbey? And why had she been so partial to that grove? Was it from dejection of spirits?"<|quote|>were questions now eagerly poured forth; the... | you know and though Henry though my brothers are very affectionate, and Henry is a great deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary." "To be sure you must miss him very much." "A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influen... | it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it." Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say, "Her death must have been a great affliction!" "A great and increasing one," replied the other, in a low voice. "I was only thirteen when it happened; ... | the general s disapprobation, be kept from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another... | surprise, which told him almost as plainly, as he soon forced her to tell him in words, that she had never seen any gardens at all equal to them before; and he then modestly owned that, "without any ambition of that sort himself without any solicitude about it he did believe them to be unrivalled in the kingdom. If he ... | happy man!" said the general, with a look of very happy contempt. Having taken her into every division, and led her under every wall, till she was heartily weary of seeing and wondering, he suffered the girls at last to seize the advantage of an outer door, and then expressing his wish to examine the effect of some rec... | Northanger Abbey |
"Her picture, I suppose," | Catherine Morland | having behaved well to her.<|quote|>"Her picture, I suppose,"</|quote|>blushing at the consummate art | features which spoke his not having behaved well to her.<|quote|>"Her picture, I suppose,"</|quote|>blushing at the consummate art of her own question, "hangs | in marriage, she felt persuaded. The general certainly had been an unkind husband. He did not love her walk: could he therefore have loved her? And besides, handsome as he was, there was a something in the turn of his features which spoke his not having behaved well to her.<|quote|>"Her picture, I suppose,"</|quote|>bl... | so partial to that grove? Was it from dejection of spirits?" were questions now eagerly poured forth; the first three received a ready affirmative, the two others were passed by; and Catherine s interest in the deceased Mrs. Tilney augmented with every question, whether answered or not. Of her unhappiness in marriage, ... | moment, and then added, with great firmness, "I have no sister, you know and though Henry though my brothers are very affectionate, and Henry is a great deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary." "To be sure you must miss him very much." "A mother would have been always ... | began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance ... | and children did. There were great vexations, however, attending such a garden as his. The utmost care could not always secure the most valuable fruits. The pinery had yielded only one hundred in the last year. Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did no... | through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general s disapprobation, be kept from stepping forward. He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition. He excu... | Northanger Abbey |
blushing at the consummate art of her own question, | No speaker | her. "Her picture, I suppose,"<|quote|>blushing at the consummate art of her own question,</|quote|>"hangs in your father s | not having behaved well to her. "Her picture, I suppose,"<|quote|>blushing at the consummate art of her own question,</|quote|>"hangs in your father s room?" "No; it was intended | persuaded. The general certainly had been an unkind husband. He did not love her walk: could he therefore have loved her? And besides, handsome as he was, there was a something in the turn of his features which spoke his not having behaved well to her. "Her picture, I suppose,"<|quote|>blushing at the consummate art of... | grove? Was it from dejection of spirits?" were questions now eagerly poured forth; the first three received a ready affirmative, the two others were passed by; and Catherine s interest in the deceased Mrs. Tilney augmented with every question, whether answered or not. Of her unhappiness in marriage, she felt persuaded.... | with great firmness, "I have no sister, you know and though Henry though my brothers are very affectionate, and Henry is a great deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary." "To be sure you must miss him very much." "A mother would have been always present. A mother would ... | easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself direc... | were great vexations, however, attending such a garden as his. The utmost care could not always secure the most valuable fruits. The pinery had yielded only one hundred in the last year. Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden,... | it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it." Miss Tilney continuing silent, she ventured to say, "Her death must have been a great affliction!" "A great and increasing one," replied the other, in a low voice. "I was only thirteen when it happened; ... | Northanger Abbey |
"hangs in your father s room?" | Catherine Morland | art of her own question,<|quote|>"hangs in your father s room?"</|quote|>"No; it was intended for | suppose," blushing at the consummate art of her own question,<|quote|>"hangs in your father s room?"</|quote|>"No; it was intended for the drawing-room; but my father | He did not love her walk: could he therefore have loved her? And besides, handsome as he was, there was a something in the turn of his features which spoke his not having behaved well to her. "Her picture, I suppose," blushing at the consummate art of her own question,<|quote|>"hangs in your father s room?"</|quote|>"N... | now eagerly poured forth; the first three received a ready affirmative, the two others were passed by; and Catherine s interest in the deceased Mrs. Tilney augmented with every question, whether answered or not. Of her unhappiness in marriage, she felt persuaded. The general certainly had been an unkind husband. He did... | and though Henry though my brothers are very affectionate, and Henry is a great deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary." "To be sure you must miss him very much." "A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would ... | grove inspired. "I am particularly fond of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive p... | his. The utmost care could not always secure the most valuable fruits. The pinery had yielded only one hundred in the last year. Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-... | by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her ... | Northanger Abbey |
"No; it was intended for the drawing-room; but my father was dissatisfied with the painting, and for some time it had no place. Soon after her death I obtained it for my own, and hung it in my bed-chamber where I shall be happy to show it you; it is very like." | Eleanor Tilney | in your father s room?"<|quote|>"No; it was intended for the drawing-room; but my father was dissatisfied with the painting, and for some time it had no place. Soon after her death I obtained it for my own, and hung it in my bed-chamber where I shall be happy to show it you; it is very like."</|quote|>Here was another ... | of her own question, "hangs in your father s room?"<|quote|>"No; it was intended for the drawing-room; but my father was dissatisfied with the painting, and for some time it had no place. Soon after her death I obtained it for my own, and hung it in my bed-chamber where I shall be happy to show it you; it is very like.... | could he therefore have loved her? And besides, handsome as he was, there was a something in the turn of his features which spoke his not having behaved well to her. "Her picture, I suppose," blushing at the consummate art of her own question, "hangs in your father s room?"<|quote|>"No; it was intended for the drawing-... | three received a ready affirmative, the two others were passed by; and Catherine s interest in the deceased Mrs. Tilney augmented with every question, whether answered or not. Of her unhappiness in marriage, she felt persuaded. The general certainly had been an unkind husband. He did not love her walk: could he therefo... | are very affectionate, and Henry is a great deal here, which I am most thankful for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary." "To be sure you must miss him very much." "A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other." "Was sh... | of this spot," said her companion, with a sigh. "It was my mother s favourite walk." Catherine had never heard Mrs. Tilney mentioned in the family before, and the interest excited by this tender remembrance showed itself directly in her altered countenance, and in the attentive pause with which she waited for something... | always secure the most valuable fruits. The pinery had yielded only one hundred in the last year. Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself." "No, not at all. Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it." With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wishe... | of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition. He excused himself, however, from attending them: "The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course." He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation. The shock... | Northanger Abbey |
Here was another proof. A portrait very like of a departed wife, not valued by the husband! He must have been dreadfully cruel to her! Catherine attempted no longer to hide from herself the nature of the feelings which, in spite of all his attentions, he had previously excited; and what had been terror and dislike befo... | No speaker | you; it is very like."<|quote|>Here was another proof. A portrait very like of a departed wife, not valued by the husband! He must have been dreadfully cruel to her! Catherine attempted no longer to hide from herself the nature of the feelings which, in spite of all his attentions, he had previously excited; and what h... | be happy to show it you; it is very like."<|quote|>Here was another proof. A portrait very like of a departed wife, not valued by the husband! He must have been dreadfully cruel to her! Catherine attempted no longer to hide from herself the nature of the feelings which, in spite of all his attentions, he had previously... | was intended for the drawing-room; but my father was dissatisfied with the painting, and for some time it had no place. Soon after her death I obtained it for my own, and hung it in my bed-chamber where I shall be happy to show it you; it is very like."<|quote|>Here was another proof. A portrait very like of a departed... | therefore have loved her? And besides, handsome as he was, there was a something in the turn of his features which spoke his not having behaved well to her. "Her picture, I suppose," blushing at the consummate art of her own question, "hangs in your father s room?" "No; it was intended for the drawing-room; but my fath... | would have been beyond all other." "Was she a very charming woman? Was she handsome? Was there any picture of her in the abbey? And why had she been so partial to that grove? Was it from dejection of spirits?" were questions now eagerly poured forth; the first three received a ready affirmative, the two others were pas... | something more. "I used to walk here so often with her!" added Eleanor; "though I never loved it then, as I have loved it since. At that time indeed I used to wonder at her choice. But her memory endears it now." "And ought it not," reflected Catherine, "to endear it to her husband? Yet the general would not enter it."... | the general wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan. "How were Mr. Allen s succession-houses worked?" describing the nature of his own as they entered them. "Mr. Allen had only one small hot-house, which Mrs. Allen had the use of ... | for, it is impossible for me not to be often solitary." "To be sure you must miss him very much." "A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other." "Was she a very charming woman? Was she handsome? Was there any picture of her in the a... | Northanger Abbey |
"our friends from Fullerton." | General Tilney | their earliest tenants might be<|quote|>"our friends from Fullerton."</|quote|>She felt the unexpected compliment, | hope that henceforward some of their earliest tenants might be<|quote|>"our friends from Fullerton."</|quote|>She felt the unexpected compliment, and deeply regretted the impossibility | could give pleasure to Catherine. As they were surveying the last, the general, after slightly naming a few of the distinguished characters by whom they had at times been honoured, turned with a smiling countenance to Catherine, and ventured to hope that henceforward some of their earliest tenants might be<|quote|>"our... | their dressing-rooms, most completely and handsomely fitted up; everything that money and taste could do, to give comfort and elegance to apartments, had been bestowed on these; and, being furnished within the last five years, they were perfect in all that would be generally pleasing, and wanting in all that could give... | female hands at the utmost. How they could get through it all had often amazed Mrs. Allen; and, when Catherine saw what was necessary here, she began to be amazed herself. They returned to the hall, that the chief staircase might be ascended, and the beauty of its wood, and ornaments of rich carving might be pointed ou... | would willingly have been spared the mortification of a walk through scenes so fallen, had the general allowed it; but if he had a vanity, it was in the arrangement of his offices; and as he was convinced that, to a mind like Miss Morland s, a view of the accommodations and comforts, by which the labours of her inferio... | seen surrounded three sides of the court, she could scarcely believe it, or overcome the suspicion of there being many chambers secreted. It was some relief, however, that they were to return to the rooms in common use, by passing through a few of less importance, looking into the court, which, with occasional passages... | of the abbey; the fourth side of the quadrangle having, on account of its decaying state, been removed by the general s father, and the present erected in its place. All that was venerable ceased here. The new building was not only new, but declared itself to be so; intended only for offices, and enclosed behind by sta... | Northanger Abbey |
She felt the unexpected compliment, and deeply regretted the impossibility of thinking well of a man so kindly disposed towards herself, and so full of civility to all her family. The gallery was terminated by folding doors, which Miss Tilney, advancing, had thrown open, and passed through, and seemed on the point of d... | No speaker | be "our friends from Fullerton."<|quote|>She felt the unexpected compliment, and deeply regretted the impossibility of thinking well of a man so kindly disposed towards herself, and so full of civility to all her family. The gallery was terminated by folding doors, which Miss Tilney, advancing, had thrown open, and pas... | of their earliest tenants might be "our friends from Fullerton."<|quote|>She felt the unexpected compliment, and deeply regretted the impossibility of thinking well of a man so kindly disposed towards herself, and so full of civility to all her family. The gallery was terminated by folding doors, which Miss Tilney, adv... | Catherine. As they were surveying the last, the general, after slightly naming a few of the distinguished characters by whom they had at times been honoured, turned with a smiling countenance to Catherine, and ventured to hope that henceforward some of their earliest tenants might be "our friends from Fullerton."<|quot... | and handsomely fitted up; everything that money and taste could do, to give comfort and elegance to apartments, had been bestowed on these; and, being furnished within the last five years, they were perfect in all that would be generally pleasing, and wanting in all that could give pleasure to Catherine. As they were s... | utmost. How they could get through it all had often amazed Mrs. Allen; and, when Catherine saw what was necessary here, she began to be amazed herself. They returned to the hall, that the chief staircase might be ascended, and the beauty of its wood, and ornaments of rich carving might be pointed out: having gained the... | spared the mortification of a walk through scenes so fallen, had the general allowed it; but if he had a vanity, it was in the arrangement of his offices; and as he was convinced that, to a mind like Miss Morland s, a view of the accommodations and comforts, by which the labours of her inferiors were softened, must alw... | of the court, she could scarcely believe it, or overcome the suspicion of there being many chambers secreted. It was some relief, however, that they were to return to the rooms in common use, by passing through a few of less importance, looking into the court, which, with occasional passages, not wholly unintricate, co... | been removed by the general s father, and the present erected in its place. All that was venerable ceased here. The new building was not only new, but declared itself to be so; intended only for offices, and enclosed behind by stable-yards, no uniformity of architecture had been thought necessary. Catherine could have ... | Northanger Abbey |
"I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died" | Eleanor Tilney | downstairs, seemed to point out:<|quote|>"I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died"</|quote|>were all her words; but | the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out:<|quote|>"I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died"</|quote|>were all her words; but few as they were, they | was an additional stimulant. Something was certainly to be concealed; her fancy, though it had trespassed lately once or twice, could not mislead her here; and what that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out:<|quote|>"I was going ... | last within the reach of something worth her notice; and felt, as she unwillingly paced back the gallery, that she would rather be allowed to examine that end of the house than see all the finery of all the rest. The general s evident desire of preventing such an examination was an additional stimulant. Something was c... | reach of gallery, when the general, coming forwards, called her hastily, and, as Catherine thought, rather angrily back, demanding whether she were going? And what was there more to be seen? Had not Miss Morland already seen all that could be worth her notice? And did she not suppose her friend might be glad of some re... | gallery in which her room lay, and shortly entered one on the same plan, but superior in length and breadth. She was here shown successively into three large bed-chambers, with their dressing-rooms, most completely and handsomely fitted up; everything that money and taste could do, to give comfort and elegance to apart... | produced the perfection wanted. His endowments of this spot alone might at any time have placed him high among the benefactors of the convent. With the walls of the kitchen ended all the antiquity of the abbey; the fourth side of the quadrangle having, on account of its decaying state, been removed by the general s fat... | carried on in appropriate divisions, commodious and roomy. The number of servants continually appearing did not strike her less than the number of their offices. Wherever they went, some pattened girl stopped to curtsy, or some footman in dishabille sneaked off. Yet this was an abbey! How inexpressibly different in the... | Northanger Abbey |
were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadful scene had passed, which released his suffering wife, and... | No speaker | room in which she died"<|quote|>were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadful scene had passed, which ... | my mother s room the room in which she died"<|quote|>were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadful sce... | twice, could not mislead her here; and what that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died"<|quote|>were all her words; but few as they were, they con... | she would rather be allowed to examine that end of the house than see all the finery of all the rest. The general s evident desire of preventing such an examination was an additional stimulant. Something was certainly to be concealed; her fancy, though it had trespassed lately once or twice, could not mislead her here;... | whether she were going? And what was there more to be seen? Had not Miss Morland already seen all that could be worth her notice? And did she not suppose her friend might be glad of some refreshment after so much exercise? Miss Tilney drew back directly, and the heavy doors were closed upon the mortified Catherine, who... | breadth. She was here shown successively into three large bed-chambers, with their dressing-rooms, most completely and handsomely fitted up; everything that money and taste could do, to give comfort and elegance to apartments, had been bestowed on these; and, being furnished within the last five years, they were perfec... | the benefactors of the convent. With the walls of the kitchen ended all the antiquity of the abbey; the fourth side of the quadrangle having, on account of its decaying state, been removed by the general s father, and the present erected in its place. All that was venerable ceased here. The new building was not only ne... | turned with a smiling countenance to Catherine, and ventured to hope that henceforward some of their earliest tenants might be "our friends from Fullerton." She felt the unexpected compliment, and deeply regretted the impossibility of thinking well of a man so kindly disposed towards herself, and so full of civility to... | Northanger Abbey |
"It remains as it was, I suppose?" | Catherine Morland | that room could be entered.<|quote|>"It remains as it was, I suppose?"</|quote|>said she, in a tone | be watched from home, before that room could be entered.<|quote|>"It remains as it was, I suppose?"</|quote|>said she, in a tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely." "And | her wish of being permitted to see it, as well as all the rest of that side of the house; and Eleanor promised to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered.<|quote|>"It remains as it was, I suppose?"<... | should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadful scene had passed, which released his suffering wife, and left him to the stings of conscience. She ventured, when next alone with Eleanor, to express her wish of being permitted to s... | s evident desire of preventing such an examination was an additional stimulant. Something was certainly to be concealed; her fancy, though it had trespassed lately once or twice, could not mislead her here; and what that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance dow... | the impossibility of thinking well of a man so kindly disposed towards herself, and so full of civility to all her family. The gallery was terminated by folding doors, which Miss Tilney, advancing, had thrown open, and passed through, and seemed on the point of doing the same by the first door to the left, in another l... | so fallen, had the general allowed it; but if he had a vanity, it was in the arrangement of his offices; and as he was convinced that, to a mind like Miss Morland s, a view of the accommodations and comforts, by which the labours of her inferiors were softened, must always be gratifying, he should make no apology for l... | last within the reach of something worth her notice; and felt, as she unwillingly paced back the gallery, that she would rather be allowed to examine that end of the house than see all the finery of all the rest. The general s evident desire of preventing such an examination was an additional stimulant. Something was c... | Northanger Abbey |
said she, in a tone of feeling. | No speaker | as it was, I suppose?"<|quote|>said she, in a tone of feeling.</|quote|>"Yes, entirely." "And how long | could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?"<|quote|>said she, in a tone of feeling.</|quote|>"Yes, entirely." "And how long ago may it be that | it, as well as all the rest of that side of the house; and Eleanor promised to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?"<|quote|>said she, in a tone of feeling.</|q... | objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadful scene had passed, which released his suffering wife, and left him to the stings of conscience. She ventured, when next alone with Eleanor, to express her wish of being permitted to see it, as well as all the rest of tha... | examination was an additional stimulant. Something was certainly to be concealed; her fancy, though it had trespassed lately once or twice, could not mislead her here; and what that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "I was go... | man so kindly disposed towards herself, and so full of civility to all her family. The gallery was terminated by folding doors, which Miss Tilney, advancing, had thrown open, and passed through, and seemed on the point of doing the same by the first door to the left, in another long reach of gallery, when the general, ... | but if he had a vanity, it was in the arrangement of his offices; and as he was convinced that, to a mind like Miss Morland s, a view of the accommodations and comforts, by which the labours of her inferiors were softened, must always be gratifying, he should make no apology for leading her on. They took a slight surve... | such an examination was an additional stimulant. Something was certainly to be concealed; her fancy, though it had trespassed lately once or twice, could not mislead her here; and what that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "... | Northanger Abbey |
"Yes, entirely." | Eleanor Tilney | in a tone of feeling.<|quote|>"Yes, entirely."</|quote|>"And how long ago may | was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling.<|quote|>"Yes, entirely."</|quote|>"And how long ago may it be that your mother | of that side of the house; and Eleanor promised to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling.<|quote|>"Yes, entirely."</|quote|>"And ... | room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadful scene had passed, which released his suffering wife, and left him to the stings of conscience. She ventured, when next alone with Eleanor, to express her wish of being permitted to see it, as well as all the rest of that side of the house; and Eleanor prom... | certainly to be concealed; her fancy, though it had trespassed lately once or twice, could not mislead her here; and what that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room... | so full of civility to all her family. The gallery was terminated by folding doors, which Miss Tilney, advancing, had thrown open, and passed through, and seemed on the point of doing the same by the first door to the left, in another long reach of gallery, when the general, coming forwards, called her hastily, and, as... | was in the arrangement of his offices; and as he was convinced that, to a mind like Miss Morland s, a view of the accommodations and comforts, by which the labours of her inferiors were softened, must always be gratifying, he should make no apology for leading her on. They took a slight survey of all; and Catherine was... | of a winding staircase, believed herself at last within the reach of something worth her notice; and felt, as she unwillingly paced back the gallery, that she would rather be allowed to examine that end of the house than see all the finery of all the rest. The general s evident desire of preventing such an examination ... | Northanger Abbey |
"And how long ago may it be that your mother died?" | Catherine Morland | tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely."<|quote|>"And how long ago may it be that your mother died?"</|quote|>"She has been dead these | suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely."<|quote|>"And how long ago may it be that your mother died?"</|quote|>"She has been dead these nine years." And nine years, | side of the house; and Eleanor promised to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely."<|quote|>"And how long ago may ... | all probability never entered by him since the dreadful scene had passed, which released his suffering wife, and left him to the stings of conscience. She ventured, when next alone with Eleanor, to express her wish of being permitted to see it, as well as all the rest of that side of the house; and Eleanor promised to ... | be concealed; her fancy, though it had trespassed lately once or twice, could not mislead her here; and what that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she... | of civility to all her family. The gallery was terminated by folding doors, which Miss Tilney, advancing, had thrown open, and passed through, and seemed on the point of doing the same by the first door to the left, in another long reach of gallery, when the general, coming forwards, called her hastily, and, as Catheri... | the arrangement of his offices; and as he was convinced that, to a mind like Miss Morland s, a view of the accommodations and comforts, by which the labours of her inferiors were softened, must always be gratifying, he should make no apology for leading her on. They took a slight survey of all; and Catherine was impres... | And what was there more to be seen? Had not Miss Morland already seen all that could be worth her notice? And did she not suppose her friend might be glad of some refreshment after so much exercise? Miss Tilney drew back directly, and the heavy doors were closed upon the mortified Catherine, who, having seen, in a mome... | Northanger Abbey |
"She has been dead these nine years." | Eleanor Tilney | be that your mother died?"<|quote|>"She has been dead these nine years."</|quote|>And nine years, Catherine knew, | how long ago may it be that your mother died?"<|quote|>"She has been dead these nine years."</|quote|>And nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, | whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely." "And how long ago may it be that your mother died?"<|quote|>"She has been dead these nine y... | passed, which released his suffering wife, and left him to the stings of conscience. She ventured, when next alone with Eleanor, to express her wish of being permitted to see it, as well as all the rest of that side of the house; and Eleanor promised to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Cat... | twice, could not mislead her here; and what that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pa... | folding doors, which Miss Tilney, advancing, had thrown open, and passed through, and seemed on the point of doing the same by the first door to the left, in another long reach of gallery, when the general, coming forwards, called her hastily, and, as Catherine thought, rather angrily back, demanding whether she were g... | to a mind like Miss Morland s, a view of the accommodations and comforts, by which the labours of her inferiors were softened, must always be gratifying, he should make no apology for leading her on. They took a slight survey of all; and Catherine was impressed, beyond her expectation, by their multiplicity and their c... | were closed upon the mortified Catherine, who, having seen, in a momentary glance beyond them, a narrower passage, more numerous openings, and symptoms of a winding staircase, believed herself at last within the reach of something worth her notice; and felt, as she unwillingly paced back the gallery, that she would rat... | Northanger Abbey |
And nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights. | No speaker | been dead these nine years."<|quote|>And nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights.</|quote|>"You were with her, I | your mother died?" "She has been dead these nine years."<|quote|>And nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights.</|quote|>"You were with her, I suppose, to the last?" "No," | Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely." "And how long ago may it be that your mother died?" "She has been dead these nine years."<|quote|>And nine years, Catherine knew, was a ... | left him to the stings of conscience. She ventured, when next alone with Eleanor, to express her wish of being permitted to see it, as well as all the rest of that side of the house; and Eleanor promised to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watc... | what that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It wa... | thrown open, and passed through, and seemed on the point of doing the same by the first door to the left, in another long reach of gallery, when the general, coming forwards, called her hastily, and, as Catherine thought, rather angrily back, demanding whether she were going? And what was there more to be seen? Had not... | a view of the accommodations and comforts, by which the labours of her inferiors were softened, must always be gratifying, he should make no apology for leading her on. They took a slight survey of all; and Catherine was impressed, beyond her expectation, by their multiplicity and their convenience. The purposes for wh... | reach of something worth her notice; and felt, as she unwillingly paced back the gallery, that she would rather be allowed to examine that end of the house than see all the finery of all the rest. The general s evident desire of preventing such an examination was an additional stimulant. Something was certainly to be c... | Northanger Abbey |
"You were with her, I suppose, to the last?" | Catherine Morland | room was put to rights.<|quote|>"You were with her, I suppose, to the last?"</|quote|>"No," said Miss Tilney, sighing; | an injured wife, before her room was put to rights.<|quote|>"You were with her, I suppose, to the last?"</|quote|>"No," said Miss Tilney, sighing; "I was unfortunately from home. | feeling. "Yes, entirely." "And how long ago may it be that your mother died?" "She has been dead these nine years." And nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights.<|quote|>"You were with her, I suppose, to ... | rest of that side of the house; and Eleanor promised to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely." "And how long ago... | you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dr... | general, coming forwards, called her hastily, and, as Catherine thought, rather angrily back, demanding whether she were going? And what was there more to be seen? Had not Miss Morland already seen all that could be worth her notice? And did she not suppose her friend might be glad of some refreshment after so much exe... | They took a slight survey of all; and Catherine was impressed, beyond her expectation, by their multiplicity and their convenience. The purposes for which a few shapeless pantries and a comfortless scullery were deemed sufficient at Fullerton, were here carried on in appropriate divisions, commodious and roomy. The num... | on the same plan, but superior in length and breadth. She was here shown successively into three large bed-chambers, with their dressing-rooms, most completely and handsomely fitted up; everything that money and taste could do, to give comfort and elegance to apartments, had been bestowed on these; and, being furnished... | Northanger Abbey |
"No," | Eleanor Tilney | I suppose, to the last?"<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Miss Tilney, sighing; "I | rights. "You were with her, I suppose, to the last?"<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Miss Tilney, sighing; "I was unfortunately from home. Her | be that your mother died?" "She has been dead these nine years." And nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights. "You were with her, I suppose, to the last?"<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Miss Tilney, sighing... | promised to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely." "And how long ago may it be that your mother died?" "She has ... | room in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadful scene had passed, which released... | thought, rather angrily back, demanding whether she were going? And what was there more to be seen? Had not Miss Morland already seen all that could be worth her notice? And did she not suppose her friend might be glad of some refreshment after so much exercise? Miss Tilney drew back directly, and the heavy doors were ... | was impressed, beyond her expectation, by their multiplicity and their convenience. The purposes for which a few shapeless pantries and a comfortless scullery were deemed sufficient at Fullerton, were here carried on in appropriate divisions, commodious and roomy. The number of servants continually appearing did not st... | And what was there more to be seen? Had not Miss Morland already seen all that could be worth her notice? And did she not suppose her friend might be glad of some refreshment after so much exercise? Miss Tilney drew back directly, and the heavy doors were closed upon the mortified Catherine, who, having seen, in a mome... | Northanger Abbey |
said Miss Tilney, sighing; | No speaker | suppose, to the last?" "No,"<|quote|>said Miss Tilney, sighing;</|quote|>"I was unfortunately from home. | "You were with her, I suppose, to the last?" "No,"<|quote|>said Miss Tilney, sighing;</|quote|>"I was unfortunately from home. Her illness was sudden and | that your mother died?" "She has been dead these nine years." And nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights. "You were with her, I suppose, to the last?" "No,"<|quote|>said Miss Tilney, sighing;</|quote|>"... | to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely." "And how long ago may it be that your mother died?" "She has been dead... | in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadful scene had passed, which released his ... | rather angrily back, demanding whether she were going? And what was there more to be seen? Had not Miss Morland already seen all that could be worth her notice? And did she not suppose her friend might be glad of some refreshment after so much exercise? Miss Tilney drew back directly, and the heavy doors were closed up... | impressed, beyond her expectation, by their multiplicity and their convenience. The purposes for which a few shapeless pantries and a comfortless scullery were deemed sufficient at Fullerton, were here carried on in appropriate divisions, commodious and roomy. The number of servants continually appearing did not strike... | drew back directly, and the heavy doors were closed upon the mortified Catherine, who, having seen, in a momentary glance beyond them, a narrower passage, more numerous openings, and symptoms of a winding staircase, believed herself at last within the reach of something worth her notice; and felt, as she unwillingly pa... | Northanger Abbey |
"I was unfortunately from home. Her illness was sudden and short; and, before I arrived it was all over." | Eleanor Tilney | "No," said Miss Tilney, sighing;<|quote|>"I was unfortunately from home. Her illness was sudden and short; and, before I arrived it was all over."</|quote|>Catherine s blood ran cold | I suppose, to the last?" "No," said Miss Tilney, sighing;<|quote|>"I was unfortunately from home. Her illness was sudden and short; and, before I arrived it was all over."</|quote|>Catherine s blood ran cold with the horrid suggestions which | "She has been dead these nine years." And nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights. "You were with her, I suppose, to the last?" "No," said Miss Tilney, sighing;<|quote|>"I was unfortunately from home. He... | whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely." "And how long ago may it be that your mother died?" "She has been dead these nine years." A... | were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadful scene had passed, which released his suffering wife, and... | whether she were going? And what was there more to be seen? Had not Miss Morland already seen all that could be worth her notice? And did she not suppose her friend might be glad of some refreshment after so much exercise? Miss Tilney drew back directly, and the heavy doors were closed upon the mortified Catherine, who... | by their multiplicity and their convenience. The purposes for which a few shapeless pantries and a comfortless scullery were deemed sufficient at Fullerton, were here carried on in appropriate divisions, commodious and roomy. The number of servants continually appearing did not strike her less than the number of their ... | last five years, they were perfect in all that would be generally pleasing, and wanting in all that could give pleasure to Catherine. As they were surveying the last, the general, after slightly naming a few of the distinguished characters by whom they had at times been honoured, turned with a smiling countenance to Ca... | Northanger Abbey |
Catherine s blood ran cold with the horrid suggestions which naturally sprang from these words. Could it be possible? Could Henry s father ? And yet how many were the examples to justify even the blackest suspicions! And, when she saw him in the evening, while she worked with her friend, slowly pacing the drawing-room ... | No speaker | arrived it was all over."<|quote|>Catherine s blood ran cold with the horrid suggestions which naturally sprang from these words. Could it be possible? Could Henry s father ? And yet how many were the examples to justify even the blackest suspicions! And, when she saw him in the evening, while she worked with her frien... | and short; and, before I arrived it was all over."<|quote|>Catherine s blood ran cold with the horrid suggestions which naturally sprang from these words. Could it be possible? Could Henry s father ? And yet how many were the examples to justify even the blackest suspicions! And, when she saw him in the evening, while ... | what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights. "You were with her, I suppose, to the last?" "No," said Miss Tilney, sighing; "I was unfortunately from home. Her illness was sudden and short; and, before I arrived it was all over."<|quote|>Catherine s blood ran cold with th... | room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely." "And how long ago may it be that your mother died?" "She has been dead these nine years." And nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wi... | wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadful scene had passed, which released his suffering wife, and left him to the stings of conscience. She ventured, when next alone with Eleanor, to express her wish... | that could be worth her notice? And did she not suppose her friend might be glad of some refreshment after so much exercise? Miss Tilney drew back directly, and the heavy doors were closed upon the mortified Catherine, who, having seen, in a momentary glance beyond them, a narrower passage, more numerous openings, and ... | deemed sufficient at Fullerton, were here carried on in appropriate divisions, commodious and roomy. The number of servants continually appearing did not strike her less than the number of their offices. Wherever they went, some pattened girl stopped to curtsy, or some footman in dishabille sneaked off. Yet this was an... | and, being furnished within the last five years, they were perfect in all that would be generally pleasing, and wanting in all that could give pleasure to Catherine. As they were surveying the last, the general, after slightly naming a few of the distinguished characters by whom they had at times been honoured, turned ... | Northanger Abbey |
"My father," | Eleanor Tilney | catch Miss Tilney s notice.<|quote|>"My father,"</|quote|>she whispered, "often walks about | figure so repeatedly, as to catch Miss Tilney s notice.<|quote|>"My father,"</|quote|>she whispered, "often walks about the room in this way; | could more plainly speak the gloomy workings of a mind not wholly dead to every sense of humanity, in its fearful review of past scenes of guilt? Unhappy man! And the anxiousness of her spirits directed her eyes towards his figure so repeatedly, as to catch Miss Tilney s notice.<|quote|>"My father,"</|quote|>she whispe... | And, when she saw him in the evening, while she worked with her friend, slowly pacing the drawing-room for an hour together in silent thoughtfulness, with downcast eyes and contracted brow, she felt secure from all possibility of wronging him. It was the air and attitude of a Montoni! What could more plainly speak the ... | years." And nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights. "You were with her, I suppose, to the last?" "No," said Miss Tilney, sighing; "I was unfortunately from home. Her illness was sudden and short; and, b... | and what that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. I... | beauty of its wood, and ornaments of rich carving might be pointed out: having gained the top, they turned in an opposite direction from the gallery in which her room lay, and shortly entered one on the same plan, but superior in length and breadth. She was here shown successively into three large bed-chambers, with th... | friend might be glad of some refreshment after so much exercise? Miss Tilney drew back directly, and the heavy doors were closed upon the mortified Catherine, who, having seen, in a momentary glance beyond them, a narrower passage, more numerous openings, and symptoms of a winding staircase, believed herself at last wi... | Northanger Abbey |
she whispered, | No speaker | Tilney s notice. "My father,"<|quote|>she whispered,</|quote|>"often walks about the room | repeatedly, as to catch Miss Tilney s notice. "My father,"<|quote|>she whispered,</|quote|>"often walks about the room in this way; it is | plainly speak the gloomy workings of a mind not wholly dead to every sense of humanity, in its fearful review of past scenes of guilt? Unhappy man! And the anxiousness of her spirits directed her eyes towards his figure so repeatedly, as to catch Miss Tilney s notice. "My father,"<|quote|>she whispered,</|quote|>"often... | she saw him in the evening, while she worked with her friend, slowly pacing the drawing-room for an hour together in silent thoughtfulness, with downcast eyes and contracted brow, she felt secure from all possibility of wronging him. It was the air and attitude of a Montoni! What could more plainly speak the gloomy wor... | nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights. "You were with her, I suppose, to the last?" "No," said Miss Tilney, sighing; "I was unfortunately from home. Her illness was sudden and short; and, before I arri... | that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no ... | its wood, and ornaments of rich carving might be pointed out: having gained the top, they turned in an opposite direction from the gallery in which her room lay, and shortly entered one on the same plan, but superior in length and breadth. She was here shown successively into three large bed-chambers, with their dressi... | some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must ... | Northanger Abbey |
"often walks about the room in this way; it is nothing unusual." | Eleanor Tilney | notice. "My father," she whispered,<|quote|>"often walks about the room in this way; it is nothing unusual."</|quote|>"So much the worse!" thought | to catch Miss Tilney s notice. "My father," she whispered,<|quote|>"often walks about the room in this way; it is nothing unusual."</|quote|>"So much the worse!" thought Catherine; such ill-timed exercise was | the gloomy workings of a mind not wholly dead to every sense of humanity, in its fearful review of past scenes of guilt? Unhappy man! And the anxiousness of her spirits directed her eyes towards his figure so repeatedly, as to catch Miss Tilney s notice. "My father," she whispered,<|quote|>"often walks about the room i... | him in the evening, while she worked with her friend, slowly pacing the drawing-room for an hour together in silent thoughtfulness, with downcast eyes and contracted brow, she felt secure from all possibility of wronging him. It was the air and attitude of a Montoni! What could more plainly speak the gloomy workings of... | Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights. "You were with her, I suppose, to the last?" "No," said Miss Tilney, sighing; "I was unfortunately from home. Her illness was sudden and short; and, before I arrived it was a... | was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as they followed the general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the... | and ornaments of rich carving might be pointed out: having gained the top, they turned in an opposite direction from the gallery in which her room lay, and shortly entered one on the same plan, but superior in length and breadth. She was here shown successively into three large bed-chambers, with their dressing-rooms, ... | to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him sinc... | Northanger Abbey |
"So much the worse!" thought Catherine; such ill-timed exercise was of a piece with the strange unseasonableness of his morning walks, and boded nothing good. After an evening, the little variety and seeming length of which made her peculiarly sensible of Henry s importance among them, she was heartily glad to be dismi... | No speaker | way; it is nothing unusual."<|quote|>"So much the worse!" thought Catherine; such ill-timed exercise was of a piece with the strange unseasonableness of his morning walks, and boded nothing good. After an evening, the little variety and seeming length of which made her peculiarly sensible of Henry s importance among th... | about the room in this way; it is nothing unusual."<|quote|>"So much the worse!" thought Catherine; such ill-timed exercise was of a piece with the strange unseasonableness of his morning walks, and boded nothing good. After an evening, the little variety and seeming length of which made her peculiarly sensible of Henr... | of humanity, in its fearful review of past scenes of guilt? Unhappy man! And the anxiousness of her spirits directed her eyes towards his figure so repeatedly, as to catch Miss Tilney s notice. "My father," she whispered, "often walks about the room in this way; it is nothing unusual."<|quote|>"So much the worse!" thou... | the drawing-room for an hour together in silent thoughtfulness, with downcast eyes and contracted brow, she felt secure from all possibility of wronging him. It was the air and attitude of a Montoni! What could more plainly speak the gloomy workings of a mind not wholly dead to every sense of humanity, in its fearful r... | after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights. "You were with her, I suppose, to the last?" "No," said Miss Tilney, sighing; "I was unfortunately from home. Her illness was sudden and short; and, before I arrived it was all over." Catherine s blood ran cold with the horrid suggestions which natu... | general at some distance downstairs, seemed to point out: "I was going to take you into what was my mother s room the room in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that... | top, they turned in an opposite direction from the gallery in which her room lay, and shortly entered one on the same plan, but superior in length and breadth. She was here shown successively into three large bed-chambers, with their dressing-rooms, most completely and handsomely fitted up; everything that money and ta... | back, demanding whether she were going? And what was there more to be seen? Had not Miss Morland already seen all that could be worth her notice? And did she not suppose her friend might be glad of some refreshment after so much exercise? Miss Tilney drew back directly, and the heavy doors were closed upon the mortifie... | Northanger Abbey |
"I have many pamphlets to finish," | General Tilney | was not going to retire.<|quote|>"I have many pamphlets to finish,"</|quote|>said he to Catherine, "before | he was forbidden. The latter was not going to retire.<|quote|>"I have many pamphlets to finish,"</|quote|>said he to Catherine, "before I can close my eyes, | among them, she was heartily glad to be dismissed; though it was a look from the general not designed for her observation which sent his daughter to the bell. When the butler would have lit his master s candle, however, he was forbidden. The latter was not going to retire.<|quote|>"I have many pamphlets to finish,"</|q... | this way; it is nothing unusual." "So much the worse!" thought Catherine; such ill-timed exercise was of a piece with the strange unseasonableness of his morning walks, and boded nothing good. After an evening, the little variety and seeming length of which made her peculiarly sensible of Henry s importance among them,... | worked with her friend, slowly pacing the drawing-room for an hour together in silent thoughtfulness, with downcast eyes and contracted brow, she felt secure from all possibility of wronging him. It was the air and attitude of a Montoni! What could more plainly speak the gloomy workings of a mind not wholly dead to eve... | when next alone with Eleanor, to express her wish of being permitted to see it, as well as all the rest of that side of the house; and Eleanor promised to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "I... | As they were surveying the last, the general, after slightly naming a few of the distinguished characters by whom they had at times been honoured, turned with a smiling countenance to Catherine, and ventured to hope that henceforward some of their earliest tenants might be "our friends from Fullerton." She felt the une... | into what was my mother s room the room in which she died" were all her words; but few as they were, they conveyed pages of intelligence to Catherine. It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadf... | Northanger Abbey |
said he to Catherine, | No speaker | have many pamphlets to finish,"<|quote|>said he to Catherine,</|quote|>"before I can close my | not going to retire. "I have many pamphlets to finish,"<|quote|>said he to Catherine,</|quote|>"before I can close my eyes, and perhaps may be | to be dismissed; though it was a look from the general not designed for her observation which sent his daughter to the bell. When the butler would have lit his master s candle, however, he was forbidden. The latter was not going to retire. "I have many pamphlets to finish,"<|quote|>said he to Catherine,</|quote|>"befor... | "So much the worse!" thought Catherine; such ill-timed exercise was of a piece with the strange unseasonableness of his morning walks, and boded nothing good. After an evening, the little variety and seeming length of which made her peculiarly sensible of Henry s importance among them, she was heartily glad to be dismi... | the drawing-room for an hour together in silent thoughtfulness, with downcast eyes and contracted brow, she felt secure from all possibility of wronging him. It was the air and attitude of a Montoni! What could more plainly speak the gloomy workings of a mind not wholly dead to every sense of humanity, in its fearful r... | express her wish of being permitted to see it, as well as all the rest of that side of the house; and Eleanor promised to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?" ... | the general, after slightly naming a few of the distinguished characters by whom they had at times been honoured, turned with a smiling countenance to Catherine, and ventured to hope that henceforward some of their earliest tenants might be "our friends from Fullerton." She felt the unexpected compliment, and deeply re... | It was no wonder that the general should shrink from the sight of such objects as that room must contain; a room in all probability never entered by him since the dreadful scene had passed, which released his suffering wife, and left him to the stings of conscience. She ventured, when next alone with Eleanor, to expres... | Northanger Abbey |
"before I can close my eyes, and perhaps may be poring over the affairs of the nation for hours after you are asleep. Can either of us be more meetly employed? _My_ eyes will be blinding for the good of others, and _yours_ preparing by rest for future mischief." | General Tilney | finish," said he to Catherine,<|quote|>"before I can close my eyes, and perhaps may be poring over the affairs of the nation for hours after you are asleep. Can either of us be more meetly employed? _My_ eyes will be blinding for the good of others, and _yours_ preparing by rest for future mischief."</|quote|>But neith... | "I have many pamphlets to finish," said he to Catherine,<|quote|>"before I can close my eyes, and perhaps may be poring over the affairs of the nation for hours after you are asleep. Can either of us be more meetly employed? _My_ eyes will be blinding for the good of others, and _yours_ preparing by rest for future mis... | it was a look from the general not designed for her observation which sent his daughter to the bell. When the butler would have lit his master s candle, however, he was forbidden. The latter was not going to retire. "I have many pamphlets to finish," said he to Catherine,<|quote|>"before I can close my eyes, and perhap... | thought Catherine; such ill-timed exercise was of a piece with the strange unseasonableness of his morning walks, and boded nothing good. After an evening, the little variety and seeming length of which made her peculiarly sensible of Henry s importance among them, she was heartily glad to be dismissed; though it was a... | hour together in silent thoughtfulness, with downcast eyes and contracted brow, she felt secure from all possibility of wronging him. It was the air and attitude of a Montoni! What could more plainly speak the gloomy workings of a mind not wholly dead to every sense of humanity, in its fearful review of past scenes of ... | being permitted to see it, as well as all the rest of that side of the house; and Eleanor promised to attend her there, whenever they should have a convenient hour. Catherine understood her: the general must be watched from home, before that room could be entered. "It remains as it was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone ... | naming a few of the distinguished characters by whom they had at times been honoured, turned with a smiling countenance to Catherine, and ventured to hope that henceforward some of their earliest tenants might be "our friends from Fullerton." She felt the unexpected compliment, and deeply regretted the impossibility of... | all the finery of all the rest. The general s evident desire of preventing such an examination was an additional stimulant. Something was certainly to be concealed; her fancy, though it had trespassed lately once or twice, could not mislead her here; and what that something was, a short sentence of Miss Tilney s, as th... | Northanger Abbey |
But neither the business alleged, nor the magnificent compliment, could win Catherine from thinking that some very different object must occasion so serious a delay of proper repose. To be kept up for hours, after the family were in bed, by stupid pamphlets was not very likely. There must be some deeper cause: somethin... | No speaker | by rest for future mischief."<|quote|>But neither the business alleged, nor the magnificent compliment, could win Catherine from thinking that some very different object must occasion so serious a delay of proper repose. To be kept up for hours, after the family were in bed, by stupid pamphlets was not very likely. The... | of others, and _yours_ preparing by rest for future mischief."<|quote|>But neither the business alleged, nor the magnificent compliment, could win Catherine from thinking that some very different object must occasion so serious a delay of proper repose. To be kept up for hours, after the family were in bed, by stupid p... | Catherine, "before I can close my eyes, and perhaps may be poring over the affairs of the nation for hours after you are asleep. Can either of us be more meetly employed? _My_ eyes will be blinding for the good of others, and _yours_ preparing by rest for future mischief."<|quote|>But neither the business alleged, nor ... | though it was a look from the general not designed for her observation which sent his daughter to the bell. When the butler would have lit his master s candle, however, he was forbidden. The latter was not going to retire. "I have many pamphlets to finish," said he to Catherine, "before I can close my eyes, and perhaps... | its fearful review of past scenes of guilt? Unhappy man! And the anxiousness of her spirits directed her eyes towards his figure so repeatedly, as to catch Miss Tilney s notice. "My father," she whispered, "often walks about the room in this way; it is nothing unusual." "So much the worse!" thought Catherine; such ill-... | as it was, I suppose?" said she, in a tone of feeling. "Yes, entirely." "And how long ago may it be that your mother died?" "She has been dead these nine years." And nine years, Catherine knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to righ... | of thinking well of a man so kindly disposed towards herself, and so full of civility to all her family. The gallery was terminated by folding doors, which Miss Tilney, advancing, had thrown open, and passed through, and seemed on the point of doing the same by the first door to the left, in another long reach of galle... | knew, was a trifle of time, compared with what generally elapsed after the death of an injured wife, before her room was put to rights. "You were with her, I suppose, to the last?" "No," said Miss Tilney, sighing; "I was unfortunately from home. Her illness was sudden and short; and, before I arrived it was all over." ... | Northanger Abbey |
"Eleanor" | General Tilney | before her! The name of<|quote|>"Eleanor"</|quote|>at the same moment, in | end of the gallery, stood before her! The name of<|quote|>"Eleanor"</|quote|>at the same moment, in his loudest tone, resounded through | through the folding doors, again her hand was upon the important lock, and Catherine, hardly able to breathe, was turning to close the former with fearful caution, when the figure, the dreaded figure of the general himself at the further end of the gallery, stood before her! The name of<|quote|>"Eleanor"</|quote|>at th... | unwillingly. Her agitation as they entered the great gallery was too much for any endeavour at discourse; she could only look at her companion. Eleanor s countenance was dejected, yet sedate; and its composure spoke her inured to all the gloomy objects to which they were advancing. Again she passed through the folding ... | were not in every respect answered, for Catherine had depended upon meeting with features, hair, complexion, that should be the very counterpart, the very image, if not of Henry s, of Eleanor s the only portraits of which she had been in the habit of thinking, bearing always an equal resemblance of mother and child. A ... | without any feeling of humanity or remorse; till a violent death or a religious retirement closed their black career. The erection of the monument itself could not in the smallest degree affect her doubts of Mrs. Tilney s actual decease. Were she even to descend into the family vault where her ashes were supposed to sl... | supposed the guilty scene to be acting, being, according to her belief, just opposite her own, it struck her that, if judiciously watched, some rays of light from the general s lamp might glimmer through the lower windows, as he passed to the prison of his wife; and, twice before she stepped into bed, she stole gently ... | highly strained epitaph, in which every virtue was ascribed to her by the inconsolable husband, who must have been in some way or other her destroyer, affected her even to tears. That the general, having erected such a monument, should be able to face it, was not perhaps very strange, and yet that he could sit so boldl... | Northanger Abbey |
at the same moment, in his loudest tone, resounded through the building, giving to his daughter the first intimation of his presence, and to Catherine terror upon terror. An attempt at concealment had been her first instinctive movement on perceiving him, yet she could scarcely hope to have escaped his eye; and when he... | No speaker | her! The name of "Eleanor"<|quote|>at the same moment, in his loudest tone, resounded through the building, giving to his daughter the first intimation of his presence, and to Catherine terror upon terror. An attempt at concealment had been her first instinctive movement on perceiving him, yet she could scarcely hope t... | of the gallery, stood before her! The name of "Eleanor"<|quote|>at the same moment, in his loudest tone, resounded through the building, giving to his daughter the first intimation of his presence, and to Catherine terror upon terror. An attempt at concealment had been her first instinctive movement on perceiving him, ... | the folding doors, again her hand was upon the important lock, and Catherine, hardly able to breathe, was turning to close the former with fearful caution, when the figure, the dreaded figure of the general himself at the further end of the gallery, stood before her! The name of "Eleanor"<|quote|>at the same moment, in... | Her agitation as they entered the great gallery was too much for any endeavour at discourse; she could only look at her companion. Eleanor s countenance was dejected, yet sedate; and its composure spoke her inured to all the gloomy objects to which they were advancing. Again she passed through the folding doors, again ... | not in every respect answered, for Catherine had depended upon meeting with features, hair, complexion, that should be the very counterpart, the very image, if not of Henry s, of Eleanor s the only portraits of which she had been in the habit of thinking, bearing always an equal resemblance of mother and child. A face ... | any feeling of humanity or remorse; till a violent death or a religious retirement closed their black career. The erection of the monument itself could not in the smallest degree affect her doubts of Mrs. Tilney s actual decease. Were she even to descend into the family vault where her ashes were supposed to slumber, w... | the guilty scene to be acting, being, according to her belief, just opposite her own, it struck her that, if judiciously watched, some rays of light from the general s lamp might glimmer through the lower windows, as he passed to the prison of his wife; and, twice before she stepped into bed, she stole gently from her ... | were supposed to slumber, were she to behold the coffin in which they were said to be enclosed what could it avail in such a case? Catherine had read too much not to be perfectly aware of the ease with which a waxen figure might be introduced, and a supposititious funeral carried on. The succeeding morning promised som... | Northanger Abbey |
"My father only wanted me to answer a note," | Eleanor Tilney | occasion of saying to her,<|quote|>"My father only wanted me to answer a note,"</|quote|>she began to hope that | his character, taking an early occasion of saying to her,<|quote|>"My father only wanted me to answer a note,"</|quote|>she began to hope that she had either been unseen | his daughter, in a complimentary style, which so well concealed his resentful ire, as to make her feel secure at least of life for the present. And Eleanor, with a command of countenance which did honour to her concern for his character, taking an early occasion of saying to her,<|quote|>"My father only wanted me to an... | own apartment. No summons, however, arrived; and at last, on seeing a carriage drive up to the abbey, she was emboldened to descend and meet him under the protection of visitors. The breakfast-room was gay with company; and she was named to them by the general as the friend of his daughter, in a complimentary style, wh... | upon terror. An attempt at concealment had been her first instinctive movement on perceiving him, yet she could scarcely hope to have escaped his eye; and when her friend, who with an apologizing look darted hastily by her, had joined and disappeared with him, she ran for safety to her own room, and, locking herself in... | of Henry s, of Eleanor s the only portraits of which she had been in the habit of thinking, bearing always an equal resemblance of mother and child. A face once taken was taken for generations. But here she was obliged to look and consider and study for a likeness. She contemplated it, however, in spite of this drawbac... | partial though stronger illumination of a treacherous lamp. The day was unmarked therefore by anything to interest her imagination beyond the sight of a very elegant monument to the memory of Mrs. Tilney, which immediately fronted the family pew. By that her eye was instantly caught and long retained; and the perusal o... | countenance, justifying, so far, the expectations of its new observer; but they were not in every respect answered, for Catherine had depended upon meeting with features, hair, complexion, that should be the very counterpart, the very image, if not of Henry s, of Eleanor s the only portraits of which she had been in th... | Northanger Abbey |
she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the general, or that from some consideration of policy she should be allowed to suppose herself so. Upon this trust she dared still to remain in his presence, after the company left them, and nothing occurred to disturb it. In the course of this morning s reflections... | No speaker | me to answer a note,"<|quote|>she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the general, or that from some consideration of policy she should be allowed to suppose herself so. Upon this trust she dared still to remain in his presence, after the company left them, and nothing occurred to disturb it. In the course... | her, "My father only wanted me to answer a note,"<|quote|>she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the general, or that from some consideration of policy she should be allowed to suppose herself so. Upon this trust she dared still to remain in his presence, after the company left them, and nothing occurred ... | concealed his resentful ire, as to make her feel secure at least of life for the present. And Eleanor, with a command of countenance which did honour to her concern for his character, taking an early occasion of saying to her, "My father only wanted me to answer a note,"<|quote|>she began to hope that she had either be... | on seeing a carriage drive up to the abbey, she was emboldened to descend and meet him under the protection of visitors. The breakfast-room was gay with company; and she was named to them by the general as the friend of his daughter, in a complimentary style, which so well concealed his resentful ire, as to make her fe... | first instinctive movement on perceiving him, yet she could scarcely hope to have escaped his eye; and when her friend, who with an apologizing look darted hastily by her, had joined and disappeared with him, she ran for safety to her own room, and, locking herself in, believed that she should never have courage to go ... | of which she had been in the habit of thinking, bearing always an equal resemblance of mother and child. A face once taken was taken for generations. But here she was obliged to look and consider and study for a likeness. She contemplated it, however, in spite of this drawback, with much emotion, and, but for a yet str... | day was unmarked therefore by anything to interest her imagination beyond the sight of a very elegant monument to the memory of Mrs. Tilney, which immediately fronted the family pew. By that her eye was instantly caught and long retained; and the perusal of the highly strained epitaph, in which every virtue was ascribe... | s the only portraits of which she had been in the habit of thinking, bearing always an equal resemblance of mother and child. A face once taken was taken for generations. But here she was obliged to look and consider and study for a likeness. She contemplated it, however, in spite of this drawback, with much emotion, a... | Northanger Abbey |
"Mr. Tilney!" | Catherine Morland | gave Henry to her view.<|quote|>"Mr. Tilney!"</|quote|>she exclaimed in a voice | in a few moments it gave Henry to her view.<|quote|>"Mr. Tilney!"</|quote|>she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. | the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view.<|quote|>"Mr. Tilney!"</|quote|>she exclaimed in a voice of more than common ... | by the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she... | she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to whisper? No: whatever might have been the general s crimes, he had certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. She was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on th... | could alarm a human being. On tiptoe she entered; the room was before her; but it was some minutes before she could advance another step. She beheld what fixed her to the spot and agitated every feature. She saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s car... | his resentful ire, as to make her feel secure at least of life for the present. And Eleanor, with a command of countenance which did honour to her concern for his character, taking an early occasion of saying to her, "My father only wanted me to answer a note," she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the g... | to have her feelings worked, and worked they were. Astonishment and doubt first seized them; and a shortly succeeding ray of common sense added some bitter emotions of shame. She could not be mistaken as to the room; but how grossly mistaken in everything else! in Miss Tilney s meaning, in her own calculation! This apa... | Northanger Abbey |
she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. | No speaker | to her view. "Mr. Tilney!"<|quote|>she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too.</|quote|>"Good God!" she continued, not | few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!"<|quote|>she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too.</|quote|>"Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How | by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!"<|quote|>she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He look... | general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had ye... | last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to whisper? No: whatever might have been the general s crimes, he had certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. She was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point ... | a human being. On tiptoe she entered; the room was before her; but it was some minutes before she could advance another step. She beheld what fixed her to the spot and agitated every feature. She saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright ... | ire, as to make her feel secure at least of life for the present. And Eleanor, with a command of countenance which did honour to her concern for his character, taking an early occasion of saying to her, "My father only wanted me to answer a note," she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the general, or tha... | every feature. She saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through two sash windows! Catherine had expected to have her fee... | Northanger Abbey |
"Good God!" | Catherine Morland | astonishment. He looked astonished too.<|quote|>"Good God!"</|quote|>she continued, not attending to | voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too.<|quote|>"Good God!"</|quote|>she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you | the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too.<|quote|>"Good God!"</|quote|>she continued, not atte... | the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeli... | might have been the general s crimes, he had certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. She was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she coul... | was some minutes before she could advance another step. She beheld what fixed her to the spot and agitated every feature. She saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which th... | And Eleanor, with a command of countenance which did honour to her concern for his character, taking an early occasion of saying to her, "My father only wanted me to answer a note," she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the general, or that from some consideration of policy she should be allowed to suppo... | a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through two sash windows! Catherine had expected to have her feelings worked, and worke... | Northanger Abbey |
she continued, not attending to his address. | No speaker | looked astonished too. "Good God!"<|quote|>she continued, not attending to his address.</|quote|>"How came you here? How | more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!"<|quote|>she continued, not attending to his address.</|quote|>"How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" | She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!"<|quote|>she continued, not attending to his address.<... | had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terr... | been the general s crimes, he had certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. She was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly te... | minutes before she could advance another step. She beheld what fixed her to the spot and agitated every feature. She saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm be... | with a command of countenance which did honour to her concern for his character, taking an early occasion of saying to her, "My father only wanted me to answer a note," she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the general, or that from some consideration of policy she should be allowed to suppose herself so... | Catherine had expected to have her feelings worked, and worked they were. Astonishment and doubt first seized them; and a shortly succeeding ray of common sense added some bitter emotions of shame. She could not be mistaken as to the room; but how grossly mistaken in everything else! in Miss Tilney s meaning, in her ow... | Northanger Abbey |
"How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" | Catherine Morland | not attending to his address.<|quote|>"How came you here? How came you up that staircase?"</|quote|>"How came I up that | too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address.<|quote|>"How came you here? How came you up that staircase?"</|quote|>"How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. | a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address.<|quote|>"How came you here? How came yo... | a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her e... | certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. She was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremb... | She beheld what fixed her to the spot and agitated every feature. She saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through two s... | honour to her concern for his character, taking an early occasion of saying to her, "My father only wanted me to answer a note," she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the general, or that from some consideration of policy she should be allowed to suppose herself so. Upon this trust she dared still to rem... | had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to whisper? No: whatever might have been the general s crimes, he had certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. She was sick of explo... | Northanger Abbey |
"How came I up that staircase!" | Henry Tilney | came you up that staircase?"<|quote|>"How came I up that staircase!"</|quote|>he replied, greatly surprised. "Because | "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?"<|quote|>"How came I up that staircase!"</|quote|>he replied, greatly surprised. "Because it is my nearest way | eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?"<|quote|>"How came I up that staircase!"<... | that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave He... | She was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unp... | every feature. She saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through two sash windows! Catherine had expected to have her fee... | occasion of saying to her, "My father only wanted me to answer a note," she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the general, or that from some consideration of policy she should be allowed to suppose herself so. Upon this trust she dared still to remain in his presence, after the company left them, and not... | on, slipped with the least possible noise through the folding doors, and without stopping to look or breathe, rushed forward to the one in question. The lock yielded to her hand, and, luckily, with no sullen sound that could alarm a human being. On tiptoe she entered; the room was before her; but it was some minutes be... | Northanger Abbey |
he replied, greatly surprised. | No speaker | came I up that staircase!"<|quote|>he replied, greatly surprised.</|quote|>"Because it is my nearest | you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!"<|quote|>he replied, greatly surprised.</|quote|>"Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to | a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!"<|quote|>he replied, greatly surprised.... | hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she ... | desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (an... | well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through two sash windows! Catherine had expected to have her feelings worked, and worked they we... | father only wanted me to answer a note," she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the general, or that from some consideration of policy she should be allowed to suppose herself so. Upon this trust she dared still to remain in his presence, after the company left them, and nothing occurred to disturb it. In... | had given a date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had... | Northanger Abbey |
"Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" | Henry Tilney | staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised.<|quote|>"Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?"</|quote|>Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, | "How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised.<|quote|>"Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?"</|quote|>Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. | gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised.<|quote|>"Because it is m... | with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more th... | safe in her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always... | dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through two sash windows! Catherine had expected to have her feelings worked, and worked they were. Astonishment and doubt first seized t... | to answer a note," she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the general, or that from some consideration of policy she should be allowed to suppose herself so. Upon this trust she dared still to remain in his presence, after the company left them, and nothing occurred to disturb it. In the course of this mo... | or breathe, rushed forward to the one in question. The lock yielded to her hand, and, luckily, with no sullen sound that could alarm a human being. On tiptoe she entered; the room was before her; but it was some minutes before she could advance another step. She beheld what fixed her to the spot and agitated every feat... | Northanger Abbey |
Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. | No speaker | I not come up it?"<|quote|>Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery.</|quote|>"And may I not, in | own chamber; and why should I not come up it?"<|quote|>Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery.</|quote|>"And may I not, in my turn," said he, as | "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. "Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?"<|quote|>Catherine recollected herself, blus... | the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his addr... | retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not ... | which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through two sash windows! Catherine had expected to have her feelings worked, and worked they were. Astonishment and doubt first seized them; and a shortly succeeding ray of common sense added some bitter emotions of shame. She could not be mistaken as to the room; but... | consideration of policy she should be allowed to suppose herself so. Upon this trust she dared still to remain in his presence, after the company left them, and nothing occurred to disturb it. In the course of this morning s reflections, she came to a resolution of making her next attempt on the forbidden door alone. I... | and agitated every feature. She saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through two sash windows! Catherine had expected to... | Northanger Abbey |
"And may I not, in my turn," | Henry Tilney | moved on towards the gallery.<|quote|>"And may I not, in my turn,"</|quote|>said he, as he pushed | lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery.<|quote|>"And may I not, in my turn,"</|quote|>said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask | nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery.<|quote|>"And may I not, in my turn,... | view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. "Because it is my nearest way from the sta... | but by the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which... | a shortly succeeding ray of common sense added some bitter emotions of shame. She could not be mistaken as to the room; but how grossly mistaken in everything else! in Miss Tilney s meaning, in her own calculation! This apartment, to which she had given a date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of wh... | In the course of this morning s reflections, she came to a resolution of making her next attempt on the forbidden door alone. It would be much better in every respect that Eleanor should know nothing of the matter. To involve her in the danger of a second detection, to court her into an apartment which must wring her h... | to look or breathe, rushed forward to the one in question. The lock yielded to her hand, and, luckily, with no sullen sound that could alarm a human being. On tiptoe she entered; the room was before her; but it was some minutes before she could advance another step. She beheld what fixed her to the spot and agitated ev... | Northanger Abbey |
said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, | No speaker | I not, in my turn,"<|quote|>said he, as he pushed back the folding doors,</|quote|>"ask how _you_ came here? | towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn,"<|quote|>said he, as he pushed back the folding doors,</|quote|>"ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least | own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn,"<|quote|>said he, as he pushed back the foldin... | voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. "Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why sho... | always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she co... | added some bitter emotions of shame. She could not be mistaken as to the room; but how grossly mistaken in everything else! in Miss Tilney s meaning, in her own calculation! This apartment, to which she had given a date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There ... | reflections, she came to a resolution of making her next attempt on the forbidden door alone. It would be much better in every respect that Eleanor should know nothing of the matter. To involve her in the danger of a second detection, to court her into an apartment which must wring her heart, could not be the office of... | saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through two sash windows! Catherine had expected to have her feelings worked, and w... | Northanger Abbey |
"ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." | Henry Tilney | pushed back the folding doors,<|quote|>"ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine."</|quote|>"I have been," said Catherine, | turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors,<|quote|>"ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine."</|quote|>"I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your | it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors,<|quote|>"ask how _you_ came here? This pa... | too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. "Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed... | listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. Wit... | be mistaken as to the room; but how grossly mistaken in everything else! in Miss Tilney s meaning, in her own calculation! This apartment, to which she had given a date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probab... | next attempt on the forbidden door alone. It would be much better in every respect that Eleanor should know nothing of the matter. To involve her in the danger of a second detection, to court her into an apartment which must wring her heart, could not be the office of a friend. The general s utmost anger could not be t... | at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gai... | Northanger Abbey |
"I have been," | Catherine Morland | from the stables to mine."<|quote|>"I have been,"</|quote|>said Catherine, looking down, "to | as that staircase can be from the stables to mine."<|quote|>"I have been,"</|quote|>said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." | on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine."<|quote|>"I have been,"</|quote|>said Catherine, ... | "Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, i... | with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more th... | date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, ... | a second detection, to court her into an apartment which must wring her heart, could not be the office of a friend. The general s utmost anger could not be to herself what it might be to a daughter; and, besides, she thought the examination itself would be more satisfactory if made without any companion. It would be im... | nothing else was allowed to whisper? No: whatever might have been the general s crimes, he had certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. She was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she ... | Northanger Abbey |
said Catherine, looking down, | No speaker | to mine." "I have been,"<|quote|>said Catherine, looking down,</|quote|>"to see your mother s | can be from the stables to mine." "I have been,"<|quote|>said Catherine, looking down,</|quote|>"to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! | gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been,"<|quote|>said Catherine, looking down,</|quote|>"... | my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," sai... | to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonis... | a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell wh... | to court her into an apartment which must wring her heart, could not be the office of a friend. The general s utmost anger could not be to herself what it might be to a daughter; and, besides, she thought the examination itself would be more satisfactory if made without any companion. It would be impossible to explain ... | position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what... | Northanger Abbey |
"to see your mother s room." | Catherine Morland | been," said Catherine, looking down,<|quote|>"to see your mother s room."</|quote|>"My mother s room! Is | stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down,<|quote|>"to see your mother s room."</|quote|>"My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be | not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down,<|quote|>"to see your mother s room."</... | the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed b... | by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked aston... | proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was a... | an apartment which must wring her heart, could not be the office of a friend. The general s utmost anger could not be to herself what it might be to a daughter; and, besides, she thought the examination itself would be more satisfactory if made without any companion. It would be impossible to explain to Eleanor the sus... | to the spot and agitated every feature. She saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through two sash windows! Catherine had... | Northanger Abbey |
"My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" | Henry Tilney | see your mother s room."<|quote|>"My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?"</|quote|>"No, nothing at all. I | said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room."<|quote|>"My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?"</|quote|>"No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean | as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room."<|quote|>"My mother s room! Is there ... | and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _yo... | had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" sh... | what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to whisper? No: w... | heart, could not be the office of a friend. The general s utmost anger could not be to herself what it might be to a daughter; and, besides, she thought the examination itself would be more satisfactory if made without any companion. It would be impossible to explain to Eleanor the suspicions, from which the other had,... | least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery... | Northanger Abbey |
"No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." | Catherine Morland | extraordinary to be seen there?"<|quote|>"No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow."</|quote|>"I did not expect to | s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?"<|quote|>"No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow."</|quote|>"I did not expect to be able to return sooner, | This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?"<|quote|>"No, nothing at all. ... | deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the b... | no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you he... | in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to whisper? No: whatever might have been the general s crimes, he had certainly t... | utmost anger could not be to herself what it might be to a daughter; and, besides, she thought the examination itself would be more satisfactory if made without any companion. It would be impossible to explain to Eleanor the suspicions, from which the other had, in all likelihood, been hitherto happily exempt; nor coul... | to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonis... | Northanger Abbey |
"I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" | Henry Tilney | to come back till tomorrow."<|quote|>"I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the... | thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow."<|quote|>"I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware ... | as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow."<|quote|>"I did not expect to be able to return ... | that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables ... | eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!" he repli... | Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to whisper? No: whatever might have been the general s crimes, he had certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. She was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in... | besides, she thought the examination itself would be more satisfactory if made without any companion. It would be impossible to explain to Eleanor the suspicions, from which the other had, in all likelihood, been hitherto happily exempt; nor could she therefore, in _her_ presence, search for those proofs of the general... | doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to whisper? No: whatever might have been the general s crimes, he had certa... | Northanger Abbey |
"No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." | Catherine Morland | the offices in common use?"<|quote|>"No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride."</|quote|>"Very; and does Eleanor leave | aware of their leading from the offices in common use?"<|quote|>"No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride."</|quote|>"Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way | went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?"<|quote|>"No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride... | been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of ... | is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," ... | her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always at hand... | felt confident of somewhere drawing forth, in the shape of some fragmented journal, continued to the last gasp. Of the way to the apartment she was now perfectly mistress; and as she wished to get it over before Henry s return, who was expected on the morrow, there was no time to be lost. The day was bright, her courag... | a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her vi... | Northanger Abbey |
"Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" | Henry Tilney | fine day for your ride."<|quote|>"Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?"</|quote|>"Oh! No; she showed me | You have had a very fine day for your ride."<|quote|>"Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?"</|quote|>"Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on | detain me. You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride."<|quote|>"Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms... | room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by runni... | I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? T... | was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased... | to the last gasp. Of the way to the apartment she was now perfectly mistress; and as she wished to get it over before Henry s return, who was expected on the morrow, there was no time to be lost. The day was bright, her courage high; at four o clock, the sun was now two hours above the horizon, and it would be only her... | Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to whisper? No: whatever might have been the general s crimes, he had certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. She was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own h... | Northanger Abbey |
"Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" | Catherine Morland | in the house by yourself?"<|quote|>"Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only"</|quote|>dropping her voice "your father | way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?"<|quote|>"Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only"</|quote|>dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that | you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?"<|quote|>"Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we wer... | to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices... | looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that sta... | hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door... | to get it over before Henry s return, who was expected on the morrow, there was no time to be lost. The day was bright, her courage high; at four o clock, the sun was now two hours above the horizon, and it would be only her retiring to dress half an hour earlier than usual. It was done; and Catherine found herself alo... | mistaken in everything else! in Miss Tilney s meaning, in her own calculation! This apartment, to which she had given a date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inc... | Northanger Abbey |
dropping her voice | No speaker | to these rooms but only"<|quote|>dropping her voice</|quote|>"your father was with us." | and we were coming here to these rooms but only"<|quote|>dropping her voice</|quote|>"your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said | You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only"<|quote|>dropping her voice</|quote|>"your father was with us." "And tha... | hours ago I had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor le... | I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mot... | the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she ha... | The day was bright, her courage high; at four o clock, the sun was now two hours above the horizon, and it would be only her retiring to dress half an hour earlier than usual. It was done; and Catherine found herself alone in the gallery before the clocks had ceased to strike. It was no time for thought; she hurried on... | gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. "Because it is my neares... | Northanger Abbey |
"your father was with us." | Catherine Morland | but only" dropping her voice<|quote|>"your father was with us."</|quote|>"And that prevented you," said | coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice<|quote|>"your father was with us."</|quote|>"And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have | a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice<|quote|>"your father was with us."</|quote|>"And that prevented y... | had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to f... | my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room... | he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass bef... | bright, her courage high; at four o clock, the sun was now two hours above the horizon, and it would be only her retiring to dress half an hour earlier than usual. It was done; and Catherine found herself alone in the gallery before the clocks had ceased to strike. It was no time for thought; she hurried on, slipped wi... | which she had given a date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in whi... | Northanger Abbey |
"And that prevented you," | Henry Tilney | "your father was with us."<|quote|>"And that prevented you,"</|quote|>said Henry, earnestly regarding her. | but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us."<|quote|>"And that prevented you,"</|quote|>said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all | your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us."<|quote|>"And that prevented you,"</|quote|>said Henry, ear... | nothing to detain me. You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the ro... | he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything ex... | when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the ga... | four o clock, the sun was now two hours above the horizon, and it would be only her retiring to dress half an hour earlier than usual. It was done; and Catherine found herself alone in the gallery before the clocks had ceased to strike. It was no time for thought; she hurried on, slipped with the least possible noise t... | was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased... | Northanger Abbey |
said Henry, earnestly regarding her. | No speaker | us." "And that prevented you,"<|quote|>said Henry, earnestly regarding her.</|quote|>"Have you looked into all | voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you,"<|quote|>said Henry, earnestly regarding her.</|quote|>"Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" | does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you,"<|quote|>said Henry, earnestly regarding her.</|quote|>"... | You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yo... | folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be s... | worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power t... | sun was now two hours above the horizon, and it would be only her retiring to dress half an hour earlier than usual. It was done; and Catherine found herself alone in the gallery before the clocks had ceased to strike. It was no time for thought; she hurried on, slipped with the least possible noise through the folding... | which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have... | Northanger Abbey |
"Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" | Henry Tilney | said Henry, earnestly regarding her.<|quote|>"Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?"</|quote|>"No, I only wanted to | us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her.<|quote|>"Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?"</|quote|>"No, I only wanted to see Is not it very | find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her.<|quote|>"Have you looked into all the rooms ... | afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; sh... | came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at al... | had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terr... | above the horizon, and it would be only her retiring to dress half an hour earlier than usual. It was done; and Catherine found herself alone in the gallery before the clocks had ceased to strike. It was no time for thought; she hurried on, slipped with the least possible noise through the folding doors, and without st... | sue for detection. She was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a se... | Northanger Abbey |
"No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." | Catherine Morland | the rooms in that passage?"<|quote|>"No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress."</|quote|>"It is only a quarter | "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?"<|quote|>"No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress."</|quote|>"It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch | by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?"<|quote|>"No, I only wanted to see Is... | stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday an... | road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorro... | passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the sta... | to dress half an hour earlier than usual. It was done; and Catherine found herself alone in the gallery before the clocks had ceased to strike. It was no time for thought; she hurried on, slipped with the least possible noise through the folding doors, and without stopping to look or breathe, rushed forward to the one ... | apartment, to which she had given a date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the... | Northanger Abbey |
"It is only a quarter past four" | Henry Tilney | I must go and dress."<|quote|>"It is only a quarter past four"</|quote|>showing his watch "and you | Is not it very late? I must go and dress."<|quote|>"It is only a quarter past four"</|quote|>showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. | coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress."<|quote|>"It is only a quarter past four"</|quote|>s... | in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was wit... | mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had t... | seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of ... | in the gallery before the clocks had ceased to strike. It was no time for thought; she hurried on, slipped with the least possible noise through the folding doors, and without stopping to look or breathe, rushed forward to the one in question. The lock yielded to her hand, and, luckily, with no sullen sound that could ... | she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to whisper? No: whatever might have been the general s crimes, he had certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. She was sick of e... | Northanger Abbey |
showing his watch | No speaker | only a quarter past four"<|quote|>showing his watch</|quote|>"and you are not now | go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four"<|quote|>showing his watch</|quote|>"and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no | dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four"<|quote|>showing his watch</|quote|>"and you are not now... | You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you,"... | down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. Y... | stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He look... | ceased to strike. It was no time for thought; she hurried on, slipped with the least possible noise through the folding doors, and without stopping to look or breathe, rushed forward to the one in question. The lock yielded to her hand, and, luckily, with no sullen sound that could alarm a human being. On tiptoe she en... | built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to whisper? No: whatever might have been the ge... | Northanger Abbey |
"and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough." | Henry Tilney | past four" showing his watch<|quote|>"and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough."</|quote|>She could not contradict it, | "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch<|quote|>"and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough."</|quote|>She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to | "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch<|quote|>"and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no roo... | a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, ... | your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. You look pale. ... | head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished t... | It was no time for thought; she hurried on, slipped with the least possible noise through the folding doors, and without stopping to look or breathe, rushed forward to the one in question. The lock yielded to her hand, and, luckily, with no sullen sound that could alarm a human being. On tiptoe she entered; the room wa... | few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. "Because ... | Northanger Abbey |
She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her dread of further questions made her, for the first time in their acquaintance, wish to leave him. They walked slowly up the gallery. | No speaker | at Northanger must be enough."<|quote|>She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her dread of further questions made her, for the first time in their acquaintance, wish to leave him. They walked slowly up the gallery.</|quote|>"Have you had any letter | prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough."<|quote|>She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her dread of further questions made her, for the first time in their acquaintance, wish to leave him. They walked slowly up the gallery.</|quote|>"Have you had any letter f... | that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough."<|quote|>She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be ... | the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see ... | you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading... | feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave Henry to her view. "Mr. Tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that ... | to look or breathe, rushed forward to the one in question. The lock yielded to her hand, and, luckily, with no sullen sound that could alarm a human being. On tiptoe she entered; the room was before her; but it was some minutes before she could advance another step. She beheld what fixed her to the spot and agitated ev... | s crimes, he had certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. She was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made he... | Northanger Abbey |
"Have you had any letter from Bath since I saw you?" | Henry Tilney | walked slowly up the gallery.<|quote|>"Have you had any letter from Bath since I saw you?"</|quote|>"No, and I am very | wish to leave him. They walked slowly up the gallery.<|quote|>"Have you had any letter from Bath since I saw you?"</|quote|>"No, and I am very much surprised. Isabella promised so | no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough." She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her dread of further questions made her, for the first time in their acquaintance, wish to leave him. They walked slowly up the gallery.<|quote|>"Have you had any lette... | said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough.... | You look pale. I am afraid I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yo... | looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. "Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollecte... | her; but it was some minutes before she could advance another step. She beheld what fixed her to the spot and agitated every feature. She saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs,... | own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), mu... | Northanger Abbey |
"No, and I am very much surprised. Isabella promised so faithfully to write directly." | Catherine Morland | Bath since I saw you?"<|quote|>"No, and I am very much surprised. Isabella promised so faithfully to write directly."</|quote|>"Promised so faithfully! A faithful | you had any letter from Bath since I saw you?"<|quote|>"No, and I am very much surprised. Isabella promised so faithfully to write directly."</|quote|>"Promised so faithfully! A faithful promise! That puzzles me. I | be enough." She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her dread of further questions made her, for the first time in their acquaintance, wish to leave him. They walked slowly up the gallery. "Have you had any letter from Bath since I saw you?"<|quote|>"No, and I am very much sur... | rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough." She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be... | so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest pa... | address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. "Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looki... | step. She beheld what fixed her to the spot and agitated every feature. She saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through... | doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen ther... | Northanger Abbey |
"Promised so faithfully! A faithful promise! That puzzles me. I have heard of a faithful performance. But a faithful promise the fidelity of promising! It is a power little worth knowing, however, since it can deceive and pain you. My mother s room is very commodious, is it not? Large and cheerful-looking, and the dres... | Henry Tilney | so faithfully to write directly."<|quote|>"Promised so faithfully! A faithful promise! That puzzles me. I have heard of a faithful performance. But a faithful promise the fidelity of promising! It is a power little worth knowing, however, since it can deceive and pain you. My mother s room is very commodious, is it not... | very much surprised. Isabella promised so faithfully to write directly."<|quote|>"Promised so faithfully! A faithful promise! That puzzles me. I have heard of a faithful performance. But a faithful promise the fidelity of promising! It is a power little worth knowing, however, since it can deceive and pain you. My moth... | though her dread of further questions made her, for the first time in their acquaintance, wish to leave him. They walked slowly up the gallery. "Have you had any letter from Bath since I saw you?" "No, and I am very much surprised. Isabella promised so faithfully to write directly."<|quote|>"Promised so faithfully! A f... | late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough." She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her dread of further questions made her, for th... | of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropp... | up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. "Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. ... | saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid s care, a bright Bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and neatly painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun gaily poured through two sash windows! Catherine had expected to have her feelings worked, and w... | replied, greatly surprised. "Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards th... | Northanger Abbey |
"No." | Catherine Morland | look at it, I suppose?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"It has been your own | own. She sent you to look at it, I suppose?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"It has been your own doing entirely?" Catherine said nothing. | room is very commodious, is it not? Large and cheerful-looking, and the dressing-closets so well disposed! It always strikes me as the most comfortable apartment in the house, and I rather wonder that Eleanor should not take it for her own. She sent you to look at it, I suppose?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"It has been you... | surprised. Isabella promised so faithfully to write directly." "Promised so faithfully! A faithful promise! That puzzles me. I have heard of a faithful performance. But a faithful promise the fidelity of promising! It is a power little worth knowing, however, since it can deceive and pain you. My mother s room is very ... | only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough." She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her dread of ... | the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did... | Tilney s meaning, in her own calculation! This apartment, to which she had given a date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the ve... | He looked astonished too. "Good God!" she continued, not attending to his address. "How came you here? How came you up that staircase?" "How came I up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. "Because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should I not come up it?" Catherine recolle... | Northanger Abbey |
"It has been your own doing entirely?" | Henry Tilney | at it, I suppose?" "No."<|quote|>"It has been your own doing entirely?"</|quote|>Catherine said nothing. After a | She sent you to look at it, I suppose?" "No."<|quote|>"It has been your own doing entirely?"</|quote|>Catherine said nothing. After a short silence, during which he | is very commodious, is it not? Large and cheerful-looking, and the dressing-closets so well disposed! It always strikes me as the most comfortable apartment in the house, and I rather wonder that Eleanor should not take it for her own. She sent you to look at it, I suppose?" "No."<|quote|>"It has been your own doing en... | Isabella promised so faithfully to write directly." "Promised so faithfully! A faithful promise! That puzzles me. I have heard of a faithful performance. But a faithful promise the fidelity of promising! It is a power little worth knowing, however, since it can deceive and pain you. My mother s room is very commodious,... | wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough." She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her dread of furth... | breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not... | s meaning, in her own calculation! This apartment, to which she had given a date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in w... | come up it?" Catherine recollected herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. He seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. She moved on towards the gallery. "And may I not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how _you_ came here? This pa... | Northanger Abbey |
Catherine said nothing. After a short silence, during which he had closely observed her, he added, | No speaker | been your own doing entirely?"<|quote|>Catherine said nothing. After a short silence, during which he had closely observed her, he added,</|quote|>"As there is nothing in | I suppose?" "No." "It has been your own doing entirely?"<|quote|>Catherine said nothing. After a short silence, during which he had closely observed her, he added,</|quote|>"As there is nothing in the room in itself to | and cheerful-looking, and the dressing-closets so well disposed! It always strikes me as the most comfortable apartment in the house, and I rather wonder that Eleanor should not take it for her own. She sent you to look at it, I suppose?" "No." "It has been your own doing entirely?"<|quote|>Catherine said nothing. Afte... | "Promised so faithfully! A faithful promise! That puzzles me. I have heard of a faithful performance. But a faithful promise the fidelity of promising! It is a power little worth knowing, however, since it can deceive and pain you. My mother s room is very commodious, is it not? Large and cheerful-looking, and the dres... | late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough." She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her dread of further questions made her, for th... | can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; ... | apartment, to which she had given a date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the... | be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but ... | Northanger Abbey |
"As there is nothing in the room in itself to raise curiosity, this must have proceeded from a sentiment of respect for my mother s character, as described by Eleanor, which does honour to her memory. The world, I believe, never saw a better woman. But it is not often that virtue can boast an interest such as this. The... | Henry Tilney | closely observed her, he added,<|quote|>"As there is nothing in the room in itself to raise curiosity, this must have proceeded from a sentiment of respect for my mother s character, as described by Eleanor, which does honour to her memory. The world, I believe, never saw a better woman. But it is not often that virtue... | silence, during which he had closely observed her, he added,<|quote|>"As there is nothing in the room in itself to raise curiosity, this must have proceeded from a sentiment of respect for my mother s character, as described by Eleanor, which does honour to her memory. The world, I believe, never saw a better woman. Bu... | apartment in the house, and I rather wonder that Eleanor should not take it for her own. She sent you to look at it, I suppose?" "No." "It has been your own doing entirely?" Catherine said nothing. After a short silence, during which he had closely observed her, he added,<|quote|>"As there is nothing in the room in its... | But a faithful promise the fidelity of promising! It is a power little worth knowing, however, since it can deceive and pain you. My mother s room is very commodious, is it not? Large and cheerful-looking, and the dressing-closets so well disposed! It always strikes me as the most comfortable apartment in the house, an... | "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough." She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her dread of further questions made her, for the first time in their acquaintance, wish to leave him. They walked slowly up th... | your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. You look pale. ... | be one end of what the general s father had built. There were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no inclination to open either. Would the veil in which Mrs. Tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to ... | be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but ... | Northanger Abbey |
"Yes, a great deal. That is no, not much, but what she did say was very interesting. Her dying so suddenly" | Catherine Morland | of her a great deal?"<|quote|>"Yes, a great deal. That is no, not much, but what she did say was very interesting. Her dying so suddenly"</|quote|>(slowly, and with hesitation it | Eleanor, I suppose, has talked of her a great deal?"<|quote|>"Yes, a great deal. That is no, not much, but what she did say was very interesting. Her dying so suddenly"</|quote|>(slowly, and with hesitation it was spoken), "and you none | But it is not often that virtue can boast an interest such as this. The domestic, unpretending merits of a person never known do not often create that kind of fervent, venerating tenderness which would prompt a visit like yours. Eleanor, I suppose, has talked of her a great deal?"<|quote|>"Yes, a great deal. That is no... | closely observed her, he added, "As there is nothing in the room in itself to raise curiosity, this must have proceeded from a sentiment of respect for my mother s character, as described by Eleanor, which does honour to her memory. The world, I believe, never saw a better woman. But it is not often that virtue can boa... | heard of a faithful performance. But a faithful promise the fidelity of promising! It is a power little worth knowing, however, since it can deceive and pain you. My mother s room is very commodious, is it not? Large and cheerful-looking, and the dressing-closets so well disposed! It always strikes me as the most comfo... | was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that preven... | room, with her own heart only privy to its folly; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always at hand when le... | further questions made her, for the first time in their acquaintance, wish to leave him. They walked slowly up the gallery. "Have you had any letter from Bath since I saw you?" "No, and I am very much surprised. Isabella promised so faithfully to write directly." "Promised so faithfully! A faithful promise! That puzzle... | Northanger Abbey |
(slowly, and with hesitation it was spoken), | No speaker | interesting. Her dying so suddenly"<|quote|>(slowly, and with hesitation it was spoken),</|quote|>"and you none of you | she did say was very interesting. Her dying so suddenly"<|quote|>(slowly, and with hesitation it was spoken),</|quote|>"and you none of you being at home and your | never known do not often create that kind of fervent, venerating tenderness which would prompt a visit like yours. Eleanor, I suppose, has talked of her a great deal?" "Yes, a great deal. That is no, not much, but what she did say was very interesting. Her dying so suddenly"<|quote|>(slowly, and with hesitation it was ... | from a sentiment of respect for my mother s character, as described by Eleanor, which does honour to her memory. The world, I believe, never saw a better woman. But it is not often that virtue can boast an interest such as this. The domestic, unpretending merits of a person never known do not often create that kind of ... | since it can deceive and pain you. My mother s room is very commodious, is it not? Large and cheerful-looking, and the dressing-closets so well disposed! It always strikes me as the most comfortable apartment in the house, and I rather wonder that Eleanor should not take it for her own. She sent you to look at it, I su... | way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" ... | she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she pa... | coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch ... | Northanger Abbey |
"and you none of you being at home and your father, I thought perhaps had not been very fond of her." | Catherine Morland | with hesitation it was spoken),<|quote|>"and you none of you being at home and your father, I thought perhaps had not been very fond of her."</|quote|>"And from these circumstances," he | dying so suddenly" (slowly, and with hesitation it was spoken),<|quote|>"and you none of you being at home and your father, I thought perhaps had not been very fond of her."</|quote|>"And from these circumstances," he replied (his quick eye fixed | kind of fervent, venerating tenderness which would prompt a visit like yours. Eleanor, I suppose, has talked of her a great deal?" "Yes, a great deal. That is no, not much, but what she did say was very interesting. Her dying so suddenly" (slowly, and with hesitation it was spoken),<|quote|>"and you none of you being a... | mother s character, as described by Eleanor, which does honour to her memory. The world, I believe, never saw a better woman. But it is not often that virtue can boast an interest such as this. The domestic, unpretending merits of a person never known do not often create that kind of fervent, venerating tenderness whic... | My mother s room is very commodious, is it not? Large and cheerful-looking, and the dressing-closets so well disposed! It always strikes me as the most comfortable apartment in the house, and I rather wonder that Eleanor should not take it for her own. She sent you to look at it, I suppose?" "No." "It has been your own... | house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showed me over the greatest part on Saturday and we were coming here to these rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is n... | footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. To be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. A... | said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow." "I did not expect to be able to return sooner, when I went away; but three hours ago I had the pleasure of finding... | Northanger Abbey |
"And from these circumstances," | Henry Tilney | been very fond of her."<|quote|>"And from these circumstances,"</|quote|>he replied (his quick eye | I thought perhaps had not been very fond of her."<|quote|>"And from these circumstances,"</|quote|>he replied (his quick eye fixed on hers), "you infer | deal?" "Yes, a great deal. That is no, not much, but what she did say was very interesting. Her dying so suddenly" (slowly, and with hesitation it was spoken), "and you none of you being at home and your father, I thought perhaps had not been very fond of her."<|quote|>"And from these circumstances,"</|quote|>he replie... | woman. But it is not often that virtue can boast an interest such as this. The domestic, unpretending merits of a person never known do not often create that kind of fervent, venerating tenderness which would prompt a visit like yours. Eleanor, I suppose, has talked of her a great deal?" "Yes, a great deal. That is no,... | strikes me as the most comfortable apartment in the house, and I rather wonder that Eleanor should not take it for her own. She sent you to look at it, I suppose?" "No." "It has been your own doing entirely?" Catherine said nothing. After a short silence, during which he had closely observed her, he added, "As there is... | rooms but only" dropping her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now ... | unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the h... | s room is very commodious, is it not? Large and cheerful-looking, and the dressing-closets so well disposed! It always strikes me as the most comfortable apartment in the house, and I rather wonder that Eleanor should not take it for her own. She sent you to look at it, I suppose?" "No." "It has been your own doing ent... | Northanger Abbey |
he replied (his quick eye fixed on hers), | No speaker | her." "And from these circumstances,"<|quote|>he replied (his quick eye fixed on hers),</|quote|>"you infer perhaps the probability | not been very fond of her." "And from these circumstances,"<|quote|>he replied (his quick eye fixed on hers),</|quote|>"you infer perhaps the probability of some negligence some" (involuntarily | deal. That is no, not much, but what she did say was very interesting. Her dying so suddenly" (slowly, and with hesitation it was spoken), "and you none of you being at home and your father, I thought perhaps had not been very fond of her." "And from these circumstances,"<|quote|>he replied (his quick eye fixed on hers... | not often that virtue can boast an interest such as this. The domestic, unpretending merits of a person never known do not often create that kind of fervent, venerating tenderness which would prompt a visit like yours. Eleanor, I suppose, has talked of her a great deal?" "Yes, a great deal. That is no, not much, but wh... | most comfortable apartment in the house, and I rather wonder that Eleanor should not take it for her own. She sent you to look at it, I suppose?" "No." "It has been your own doing entirely?" Catherine said nothing. After a short silence, during which he had closely observed her, he added, "As there is nothing in the ro... | her voice "your father was with us." "And that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no r... | general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had ye... | passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine." "I have been," said Catherine, looking down, "to see your mother s room." "My mother s room! Is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?" "No, nothing at all. I thought you... | Northanger Abbey |
"you infer perhaps the probability of some negligence some" | Henry Tilney | quick eye fixed on hers),<|quote|>"you infer perhaps the probability of some negligence some"</|quote|>(involuntarily she shook her head) | these circumstances," he replied (his quick eye fixed on hers),<|quote|>"you infer perhaps the probability of some negligence some"</|quote|>(involuntarily she shook her head) "or it may be of | she did say was very interesting. Her dying so suddenly" (slowly, and with hesitation it was spoken), "and you none of you being at home and your father, I thought perhaps had not been very fond of her." "And from these circumstances," he replied (his quick eye fixed on hers),<|quote|>"you infer perhaps the probability... | such as this. The domestic, unpretending merits of a person never known do not often create that kind of fervent, venerating tenderness which would prompt a visit like yours. Eleanor, I suppose, has talked of her a great deal?" "Yes, a great deal. That is no, not much, but what she did say was very interesting. Her dyi... | rather wonder that Eleanor should not take it for her own. She sent you to look at it, I suppose?" "No." "It has been your own doing entirely?" Catherine said nothing. After a short silence, during which he had closely observed her, he added, "As there is nothing in the room in itself to raise curiosity, this must have... | that prevented you," said Henry, earnestly regarding her. "Have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at North... | least wanted), much worse! She listened the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery... | dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough." She could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her dread of further questions made her, for the first time in thei... | Northanger Abbey |
(involuntarily she shook her head) | No speaker | probability of some negligence some"<|quote|>(involuntarily she shook her head)</|quote|>"or it may be of | hers), "you infer perhaps the probability of some negligence some"<|quote|>(involuntarily she shook her head)</|quote|>"or it may be of something still less pardonable." She | suddenly" (slowly, and with hesitation it was spoken), "and you none of you being at home and your father, I thought perhaps had not been very fond of her." "And from these circumstances," he replied (his quick eye fixed on hers), "you infer perhaps the probability of some negligence some"<|quote|>(involuntarily she sh... | person never known do not often create that kind of fervent, venerating tenderness which would prompt a visit like yours. Eleanor, I suppose, has talked of her a great deal?" "Yes, a great deal. That is no, not much, but what she did say was very interesting. Her dying so suddenly" (slowly, and with hesitation it was s... | her own. She sent you to look at it, I suppose?" "No." "It has been your own doing entirely?" Catherine said nothing. After a short silence, during which he had closely observed her, he added, "As there is nothing in the room in itself to raise curiosity, this must have proceeded from a sentiment of respect for my moth... | you looked into all the rooms in that passage?" "No, I only wanted to see Is not it very late? I must go and dress." "It is only a quarter past four" showing his watch "and you are not now in Bath. No theatre, no rooms to prepare for. Half an hour at Northanger must be enough." She could not contradict it, and therefor... | ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. At that instant a door underneath was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ascend the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. She had no power to move. With a feeling of terror n... | I alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. Perhaps you did not know you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?" "No, I was not. You have had a very fine day for your ride." "Very; and does Eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?" "Oh! No; she showe... | Northanger Abbey |
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