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"Miss Abbott," | Mr. Herriton | the entrance of the tunnel.<|quote|>"Miss Abbott,"</|quote|>he murmured, speaking quickly, as | the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel.<|quote|>"Miss Abbott,"</|quote|>he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might | events not for me. The most wonderful things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel.<|quote|>"Miss Abbott,"</|quote|>he murm... | things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events not for me. The most wonderful things may be to come... | come down; and I hope that it will mean often." "It s not enough; it ll only be in the old horrible way, each with a dozen relatives round us. No, Miss Abbott; it s not good enough." "We can write at all events." "You will write?" he cried, with a flush of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." ... | child. Already she spoke of "this unlucky accident," and "the mysterious frustration of one s attempts to make things better." Miss Abbott had seen that she was comfortable, and had given her a kind kiss. But she returned feeling that Harriet, like her mother, considered the affair as settled. "I m clear enough about H... | thought, how she felt, the reasons for her actions. And now he only knew that he loved her, and all the other knowledge seemed passing from him just as he needed it most. Why would she never come to Italy again? Why had she avoided himself and Gino ever since the evening that she had saved their lives? The train was ne... | shall go to Sawston. You forget my father; and even if he wasn t there, I ve a hundred ties: my district--I m neglecting it shamefully--my evening classes, the St. James --" "Silly nonsense!" he exploded, suddenly moved to have the whole thing out with her. "You re too good--about a thousand times better than I am. You... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended, | No speaker | of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott,"<|quote|>he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended,</|quote|>"what is the matter with | of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott,"<|quote|>he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended,</|quote|>"what is the matter with you? I thought I understood | for me. The most wonderful things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott,"<|quote|>he murmured, speaking quick... | tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events not for me. The most wonderful things may be to come--" "The wond... | and I hope that it will mean often." "It s not enough; it ll only be in the old horrible way, each with a dozen relatives round us. No, Miss Abbott; it s not good enough." "We can write at all events." "You will write?" he cried, with a flush of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." "But I say ... | she spoke of "this unlucky accident," and "the mysterious frustration of one s attempts to make things better." Miss Abbott had seen that she was comfortable, and had given her a kind kiss. But she returned feeling that Harriet, like her mother, considered the affair as settled. "I m clear enough about Harriet s future... | she felt, the reasons for her actions. And now he only knew that he loved her, and all the other knowledge seemed passing from him just as he needed it most. Why would she never come to Italy again? Why had she avoided himself and Gino ever since the evening that she had saved their lives? The train was nearly empty. H... | smiling. "You ve seen too much. You ve seen as much and done more than I have." "But it s so different. Of course I shall go to Sawston. You forget my father; and even if he wasn t there, I ve a hundred ties: my district--I m neglecting it shamefully--my evening classes, the St. James --" "Silly nonsense!" he exploded,... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to... | Mr. Herriton | intercourse might soon be ended,<|quote|>"what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re... | quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended,<|quote|>"what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courag... | are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended,<|quote|>"what is the matter ... | The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events not for me. The most wonderful things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournful... | ll only be in the old horrible way, each with a dozen relatives round us. No, Miss Abbott; it s not good enough." "We can write at all events." "You will write?" he cried, with a flush of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." "But I say it s not enough--you can t go back to the old life if you ... | attempts to make things better." Miss Abbott had seen that she was comfortable, and had given her a kind kiss. But she returned feeling that Harriet, like her mother, considered the affair as settled. "I m clear enough about Harriet s future, and about parts of my own. But I ask again, What about yours?" "Sawston and w... | he loved her, and all the other knowledge seemed passing from him just as he needed it most. Why would she never come to Italy again? Why had she avoided himself and Gino ever since the evening that she had saved their lives? The train was nearly empty. Harriet slumbered in a compartment by herself. He must ask her the... | he wasn t there, I ve a hundred ties: my district--I m neglecting it shamefully--my evening classes, the St. James --" "Silly nonsense!" he exploded, suddenly moved to have the whole thing out with her. "You re too good--about a thousand times better than I am. You can t live in that hole; you must go among people who ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. | No speaker | can t live at Sawston."<|quote|>He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly.</|quote|>"It is tempting--" And those | be where I live. You can t live at Sawston."<|quote|>He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly.</|quote|>"It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into | I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston."<|quote|>He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly.</|quote|>"It is tempting--... | you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you sa... | wonderful things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free inte... | a thousand times better than I am. You can t live in that hole; you must go among people who can hope to understand you. I mind for myself. I want to see you often--again and again." "Of course we shall meet whenever you come down; and I hope that it will mean often." "It s not enough; it ll only be in the old horrible... | even be angry with you. You see, you have done us no harm in the long run. Unless, of course, you talk about Harriet and make a scandal. So that is my plan--London and work. What is yours?" "Poor Harriet!" said Miss Abbott. "As if I dare judge Harriet! Or anybody." And without replying to Philip s question she left him... | seen too much. You ve seen as much and done more than I have." "But it s so different. Of course I shall go to Sawston. You forget my father; and even if he wasn t there, I ve a hundred ties: my district--I m neglecting it shamefully--my evening classes, the St. James --" "Silly nonsense!" he exploded, suddenly moved t... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"It is tempting--" | Caroline Abbott | She whispered to herself hurriedly.<|quote|>"It is tempting--"</|quote|>And those three words threw | had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly.<|quote|>"It is tempting--"</|quote|>And those three words threw him into a tumult of | turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly.<|quote|>"It is tempting--"</|quote|>And those three words threw him into a ... | pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote som... | she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended, "what is the matter with you? I thought... | in that hole; you must go among people who can hope to understand you. I mind for myself. I want to see you often--again and again." "Of course we shall meet whenever you come down; and I hope that it will mean often." "It s not enough; it ll only be in the old horrible way, each with a dozen relatives round us. No, Mi... | no harm in the long run. Unless, of course, you talk about Harriet and make a scandal. So that is my plan--London and work. What is yours?" "Poor Harriet!" said Miss Abbott. "As if I dare judge Harriet! Or anybody." And without replying to Philip s question she left him to visit the other invalid. Philip gazed after he... | "But it s so different. Of course I shall go to Sawston. You forget my father; and even if he wasn t there, I ve a hundred ties: my district--I m neglecting it shamefully--my evening classes, the St. James --" "Silly nonsense!" he exploded, suddenly moved to have the whole thing out with her. "You re too good--about a ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a d... | No speaker | herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--"<|quote|>And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver st... | at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--"<|quote|>And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in th... | ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--"<|quote|>And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was temp... | you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I... | looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended, "what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you,... | you must go among people who can hope to understand you. I mind for myself. I want to see you often--again and again." "Of course we shall meet whenever you come down; and I hope that it will mean often." "It s not enough; it ll only be in the old horrible way, each with a dozen relatives round us. No, Miss Abbott; it ... | the long run. Unless, of course, you talk about Harriet and make a scandal. So that is my plan--London and work. What is yours?" "Poor Harriet!" said Miss Abbott. "As if I dare judge Harriet! Or anybody." And without replying to Philip s question she left him to visit the other invalid. Philip gazed after her mournfull... | as she phrased it, but she soon ceased to realize that anything was wrong beyond the death of a poor little child. Already she spoke of "this unlucky accident," and "the mysterious frustration of one s attempts to make things better." Miss Abbott had seen that she was comfortable, and had given her a kind kiss. But she... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"It is tempting," | Caroline Abbott | so had tenderness to others.<|quote|>"It is tempting,"</|quote|>she repeated, "not to be | sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others.<|quote|>"It is tempting,"</|quote|>she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often | possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others.<|quote|>"It is tempting,... | my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, ... | as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve g... | events." "You will write?" he cried, with a flush of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." "But I say it s not enough--you can t go back to the old life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the su... | was over--the inquest, Harriet s short illness, his own visit to the surgeon. He was convalescent, both in body and spirit, but convalescence brought no joy. In the looking-glass at the end of the corridor he saw his face haggard, and his shoulders pulled forward by the weight of the sling. Life was greater than he had... | classes, the St. James --" "Silly nonsense!" he exploded, suddenly moved to have the whole thing out with her. "You re too good--about a thousand times better than I am. You can t live in that hole; you must go among people who can hope to understand you. I mind for myself. I want to see you often--again and again." "O... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
she repeated, | No speaker | to others. "It is tempting,"<|quote|>she repeated,</|quote|>"not to be mysterious. I | also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting,"<|quote|>she repeated,</|quote|>"not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell | long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting,"<|quote|>she repeated,</|quote|>... | be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had... | me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far ... | write?" he cried, with a flush of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." "But I say it s not enough--you can t go back to the old life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you reme... | Harriet s short illness, his own visit to the surgeon. He was convalescent, both in body and spirit, but convalescence brought no joy. In the looking-glass at the end of the corridor he saw his face haggard, and his shoulders pulled forward by the weight of the sling. Life was greater than he had supposed, but it was e... | to the old life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are ov... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." | Caroline Abbott | "It is tempting," she repeated,<|quote|>"not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted."</|quote|>"Are you lonely?" he whispered. | so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she repeated,<|quote|>"not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted."</|quote|>"Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it... | after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she repeated,<|quote|>"not to be mysterious. I ve ... | I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought ... | I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn my... | cried, with a flush of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." "But I say it s not enough--you can t go back to the old life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, an... | short illness, his own visit to the surgeon. He was convalescent, both in body and spirit, but convalescence brought no joy. In the looking-glass at the end of the corridor he saw his face haggard, and his shoulders pulled forward by the weight of the sling. Life was greater than he had supposed, but it was even less c... | with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next mo... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Are you lonely?" | Mr. Herriton | understand and not be disgusted."<|quote|>"Are you lonely?"</|quote|>he whispered. "Is it anything | the one man who might understand and not be disgusted."<|quote|>"Are you lonely?"</|quote|>he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train | so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted."<|quote|>"Are you lonely?"</|quote|>he whispered. "Is it... | was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to other... | me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her a... | know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe i... | by the weight of the sling. Life was greater than he had supposed, but it was even less complete. He had seen the need for strenuous work and for righteousness. And now he saw what a very little way those things would go. "Is Harriet going to be all right?" he asked. Miss Abbott had come back to him. "She will soon be ... | events." "You will write?" he cried, with a flush of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." "But I say it s not enough--you can t go back to the old life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the su... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
he whispered. | No speaker | be disgusted." "Are you lonely?"<|quote|>he whispered.</|quote|>"Is it anything like that?" | who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?"<|quote|>he whispered.</|quote|>"Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to | to others. "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?"<|quote|>he whispered.</|quote|>"Is it anything like tha... | of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is temptin... | see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She... | said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events... | of the sling. Life was greater than he had supposed, but it was even less complete. He had seen the need for strenuous work and for righteousness. And now he saw what a very little way those things would go. "Is Harriet going to be all right?" he asked. Miss Abbott had come back to him. "She will soon be her old self,"... | can hope to understand you. I mind for myself. I want to see you often--again and again." "Of course we shall meet whenever you come down; and I hope that it will mean often." "It s not enough; it ll only be in the old horrible way, each with a dozen relatives round us. No, Miss Abbott; it s not good enough." "We can w... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Is it anything like that?" | Mr. Herriton | "Are you lonely?" he whispered.<|quote|>"Is it anything like that?"</|quote|>"Yes." The train seemed to | understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered.<|quote|>"Is it anything like that?"</|quote|>"Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He | "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered.<|quote|>"Is it anything like that?"</|quote|>"Yes." ... | possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she re... | owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whisp... | "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events not for me.... | sling. Life was greater than he had supposed, but it was even less complete. He had seen the need for strenuous work and for righteousness. And now he saw what a very little way those things would go. "Is Harriet going to be all right?" he asked. Miss Abbott had come back to him. "She will soon be her old self," was th... | dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended, "what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great fi... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Yes." | Caroline Abbott | "Is it anything like that?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>The train seemed to shake | "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was | "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>The train seemed to shake him to... | after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted o... | life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedl... | but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events not for me. The most wonderful things ... | he had supposed, but it was even less complete. He had seen the need for strenuous work and for righteousness. And now he saw what a very little way those things would go. "Is Harriet going to be all right?" he asked. Miss Abbott had come back to him. "She will soon be her old self," was the reply. For Harriet, after a... | us. No, Miss Abbott; it s not good enough." "We can write at all events." "You will write?" he cried, with a flush of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." "But I say it s not enough--you can t go back to the old life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. | No speaker | it anything like that?" "Yes."<|quote|>The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms.</|quote|>"I m terribly lonely, or | you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes."<|quote|>The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms.</|quote|>"I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I | to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes."<|quote|>The train seemed to shake him towards her. He ... | much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often t... | and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It... | wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events not for me. The most wonderful things may ... | had supposed, but it was even less complete. He had seen the need for strenuous work and for righteousness. And now he saw what a very little way those things would go. "Is Harriet going to be all right?" he asked. Miss Abbott had come back to him. "She will soon be her old self," was the reply. For Harriet, after a sh... | still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." | Caroline Abbott | take her in his arms.<|quote|>"I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already."</|quote|>Their faces were crimson, as | were looking, he would yet take her in his arms.<|quote|>"I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already."</|quote|>Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was | think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms.<|quote|>"I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak... | of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not ... | to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the ... | our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events not for me. The most wonderful things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawli... | little way those things would go. "Is Harriet going to be all right?" he asked. Miss Abbott had come back to him. "She will soon be her old self," was the reply. For Harriet, after a short paroxysm of illness and remorse, was quickly returning to her normal state. She had been "thoroughly upset" as she phrased it, but ... | of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." "But I say it s not enough--you can t go back to the old life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. | No speaker | think you must know already."<|quote|>Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both.</|quote|>"Perhaps I do." He came | I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already."<|quote|>Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both.</|quote|>"Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I | lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already."<|quote|>Their faces were crimson, as if the same tho... | tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Y... | else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after mu... | where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events not for me. The most wonderful things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunne... | Miss Abbott had come back to him. "She will soon be her old self," was the reply. For Harriet, after a short paroxysm of illness and remorse, was quickly returning to her normal state. She had been "thoroughly upset" as she phrased it, but she soon ceased to realize that anything was wrong beyond the death of a poor li... | two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Perhaps I do." | Mr. Herriton | was surging through them both.<|quote|>"Perhaps I do."</|quote|>He came close to her. | as if the same thought was surging through them both.<|quote|>"Perhaps I do."</|quote|>He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. | him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both.<|quote|>"Perhaps I do."</|quote|>He came close to her. "... | wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a doze... | at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the en... | The most wonderful things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their ... | was the reply. For Harriet, after a short paroxysm of illness and remorse, was quickly returning to her normal state. She had been "thoroughly upset" as she phrased it, but she soon ceased to realize that anything was wrong beyond the death of a poor little child. Already she spoke of "this unlucky accident," and "the ... | not for me. The most wonderful things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
He came close to her. | No speaker | them both. "Perhaps I do."<|quote|>He came close to her.</|quote|>"Perhaps I could speak instead. | same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do."<|quote|>He came close to her.</|quote|>"Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say | He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do."<|quote|>He came close to her.</|quote|>"Perhaps I could s... | tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were lo... | had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter... | things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse mi... | For Harriet, after a short paroxysm of illness and remorse, was quickly returning to her normal state. She had been "thoroughly upset" as she phrased it, but she soon ceased to realize that anything was wrong beyond the death of a poor little child. Already she spoke of "this unlucky accident," and "the mysterious frus... | sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Do... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." | Mr. Herriton | He came close to her.<|quote|>"Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life."</|quote|>She said plainly, "That I | them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her.<|quote|>"Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life."</|quote|>She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke | a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her.<|quote|>"Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the... | afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take... | She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those ... | "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended, "what ... | paroxysm of illness and remorse, was quickly returning to her normal state. She had been "thoroughly upset" as she phrased it, but she soon ceased to realize that anything was wrong beyond the death of a poor little child. Already she spoke of "this unlucky accident," and "the mysterious frustration of one s attempts t... | I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tra... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
She said plainly, | No speaker | for it all my life."<|quote|>She said plainly,</|quote|>"That I love him." Then | sorry; I will thank you for it all my life."<|quote|>She said plainly,</|quote|>"That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body | already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life."<|quote|>She said plainly,</|quote|>"That I love him." Then she... | you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought... | the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "... | towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended, "what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. ... | that anything was wrong beyond the death of a poor little child. Already she spoke of "this unlucky accident," and "the mysterious frustration of one s attempts to make things better." Miss Abbott had seen that she was comfortable, and had given her a kind kiss. But she returned feeling that Harriet, like her mother, c... | with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"That I love him." | Caroline Abbott | my life." She said plainly,<|quote|>"That I love him."</|quote|>Then she broke down. Her | thank you for it all my life." She said plainly,<|quote|>"That I love him."</|quote|>Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, | were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly,<|quote|>"That I love him."</|quote|>Then she broke down. Her body ... | whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging thr... | things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting,"... | of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended, "what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come... | wrong beyond the death of a poor little child. Already she spoke of "this unlucky accident," and "the mysterious frustration of one s attempts to make things better." Miss Abbott had seen that she was comfortable, and had given her a kind kiss. But she returned feeling that Harriet, like her mother, considered the affa... | matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark | No speaker | plainly, "That I love him."<|quote|>Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark</|quote|>"Rather! I love him too! | all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him."<|quote|>Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark</|quote|>"Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how | the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him."<|quote|>Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and les... | like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I ... | long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be myster... | entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended, "what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you chan... | of a poor little child. Already she spoke of "this unlucky accident," and "the mysterious frustration of one s attempts to make things better." Miss Abbott had seen that she was comfortable, and had given her a kind kiss. But she returned feeling that Harriet, like her mother, considered the affair as settled. "I m cle... | was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended, "what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you a... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" | Mr. Herriton | Gino! He heard himself remark<|quote|>"Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--"</|quote|>One of them must have | the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark<|quote|>"Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--"</|quote|>One of them must have moved a step or two, | ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark<|quote|>"Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me ... | m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." ... | a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be ... | and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too... | was comfortable, and had given her a kind kiss. But she returned feeling that Harriet, like her mother, considered the affair as settled. "I m clear enough about Harriet s future, and about parts of my own. But I ask again, What about yours?" "Sawston and work," said Miss Abbott. "No." "Why not?" she asked, smiling. "Y... | hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." "But I say it s not enough--you can t go back to the old life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And t... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. | No speaker | Though whenever we shake hands--"<|quote|>One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart.</|quote|>"You ve upset me." She | he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--"<|quote|>One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart.</|quote|>"You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously | Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--"<|quote|>One of them must have moved a step or two, for... | the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there ... | she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towar... | me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far ... | affair as settled. "I m clear enough about Harriet s future, and about parts of my own. But I ask again, What about yours?" "Sawston and work," said Miss Abbott. "No." "Why not?" she asked, smiling. "You ve seen too much. You ve seen as much and done more than I have." "But it s so different. Of course I shall go to Sa... | ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"You ve upset me." | Caroline Abbott | already a little way apart.<|quote|>"You ve upset me."</|quote|>She stifled something that was | she spoke again she was already a little way apart.<|quote|>"You ve upset me."</|quote|>She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought | for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart.<|quote|>"You ve upset me."</|quote|>She stifled something that w... | if you will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When... | one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly... | And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something... | about yours?" "Sawston and work," said Miss Abbott. "No." "Why not?" she asked, smiling. "You ve seen too much. You ve seen as much and done more than I have." "But it s so different. Of course I shall go to Sawston. You forget my father; and even if he wasn t there, I ve a hundred ties: my district--I m neglecting it ... | to others. "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The tr... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. | No speaker | apart. "You ve upset me."<|quote|>She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics.</|quote|>"I thought I was past | was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me."<|quote|>She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics.</|quote|>"I thought I was past all this. You re taking | He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me."<|quote|>She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics.</... | the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget ho... | woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t ... | frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my... | work," said Miss Abbott. "No." "Why not?" she asked, smiling. "You ve seen too much. You ve seen as much and done more than I have." "But it s so different. Of course I shall go to Sawston. You forget my father; and even if he wasn t there, I ve a hundred ties: my district--I m neglecting it shamefully--my evening clas... | you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events not for me. The most wonderful things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." | Caroline Abbott | that was perilously near hysterics.<|quote|>"I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me."</|quote|>"Laugh at love?" asked Philip. | upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics.<|quote|>"I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me."</|quote|>"Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. | too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics.<|quote|>"I thought I was past all this. You re taking... | I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenev... | man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know alrea... | to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t ... | asked, smiling. "You ve seen too much. You ve seen as much and done more than I have." "But it s so different. Of course I shall go to Sawston. You forget my father; and even if he wasn t there, I ve a hundred ties: my district--I m neglecting it shamefully--my evening classes, the St. James --" "Silly nonsense!" he ex... | she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events not for me. The most wonderful things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at him so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and t... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Laugh at love?" | Mr. Herriton | mean. So laugh at me."<|quote|>"Laugh at love?"</|quote|>asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it | it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me."<|quote|>"Laugh at love?"</|quote|>asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I | already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me."<|quote|>"Laugh at love?"</|quote|>asked Philip. "Yes. Pul... | she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled someth... | dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plai... | gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a t... | father; and even if he wasn t there, I ve a hundred ties: my district--I m neglecting it shamefully--my evening classes, the St. James --" "Silly nonsense!" he exploded, suddenly moved to have the whole thing out with her. "You re too good--about a thousand times better than I am. You can t live in that hole; you must ... | that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
asked Philip. | No speaker | at me." "Laugh at love?"<|quote|>asked Philip.</|quote|>"Yes. Pull it to pieces. | what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?"<|quote|>asked Philip.</|quote|>"Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a | way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?"<|quote|>asked Philip.</|quote|>"Yes. Pull it to pieces. T... | the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was peril... | looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly you ll never b... | to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy.... | if he wasn t there, I ve a hundred ties: my district--I m neglecting it shamefully--my evening classes, the St. James --" "Silly nonsense!" he exploded, suddenly moved to have the whole thing out with her. "You re too good--about a thousand times better than I am. You can t live in that hole; you must go among people w... | And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a d... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I ca... | Caroline Abbott | "Laugh at love?" asked Philip.<|quote|>"Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you o... | mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip.<|quote|>"Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; yo... | "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip.<|quote|>"Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or... | for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously nea... | would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I w... | mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What wa... | wasn t there, I ve a hundred ties: my district--I m neglecting it shamefully--my evening classes, the St. James --" "Silly nonsense!" he exploded, suddenly moved to have the whole thing out with her. "You re too good--about a thousand times better than I am. You can t live in that hole; you must go among people who can... | live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought th... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. | No speaker | Herriton, isn t it funny?"<|quote|>She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop.</|quote|>"He s not a gentleman, | you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?"<|quote|>She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop.</|quote|>"He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good | help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?"<|quote|>She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop.</|q... | pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without pass... | down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again s... | much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often t... | you come down; and I hope that it will mean often." "It s not enough; it ll only be in the old horrible way, each with a dozen relatives round us. No, Miss Abbott; it s not good enough." "We can write at all events." "You will write?" he cried, with a flush of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indee... | a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and s... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." | Caroline Abbott | frightened and had to stop.<|quote|>"He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face."</|quote|>She repeated the phrase as | to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop.<|quote|>"He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face."</|quote|>She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm | because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop.<|quote|>"He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. ... | at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you o... | any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stif... | laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had helped also, and so had tenderness to others. "It is tempting," she repeated, "not to be mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, ... | s not enough; it ll only be in the old horrible way, each with a dozen relatives round us. No, Miss Abbott; it s not good enough." "We can write at all events." "You will write?" he cried, with a flush of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." "But I say it s not enough--you can t go back to the... | people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly yo... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. | No speaker | dentist, with a pretty face."<|quote|>She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion.</|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t | The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face."<|quote|>She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion.</|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his | to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face."<|quote|>She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against p... | want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentle... | moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "La... | mysterious. I ve wanted often to tell you, and then been afraid. I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved t... | flush of pleasure. At times his hopes seemed so solid. "I will indeed." "But I say it s not enough--you can t go back to the old life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said... | quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estran... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" | Caroline Abbott | was a charm against passion.<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!"</|quote|>Then, to his relief, she | the phrase as if it was a charm against passion.<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!"</|quote|>Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love | not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion.<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!"</|quote|>Then, to h... | re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered... | already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. T... | I could never tell any one else, certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in ... | indeed." "But I say it s not enough--you can t go back to the old life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and... | it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw h... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
Then, to his relief, she began to cry. | No speaker | Herriton, isn t it funny!"<|quote|>Then, to his relief, she began to cry.</|quote|>"I love him, and I | charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!"<|quote|>Then, to his relief, she began to cry.</|quote|>"I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. | good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!"<|quote|>Then, to his relief, she began to cry.</|quote|>"I love h... | as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s... | upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he ... | certainly no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, o... | enough--you can t go back to the old life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All t... | frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die." | Caroline Abbott | relief, she began to cry.<|quote|>"I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die."</|quote|>In that terrible discovery Philip | it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry.<|quote|>"I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die."</|quote|>In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of | me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry.<|quote|>"I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and ... | you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The s... | near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love wit... | the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must kn... | life if you wanted to. Too much has happened." "I know that," she said sadly. "Not only pain and sorrow, but wonderful things: that tower in the sunlight--do you remember it, and all you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she sa... | of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars in the purple sky, even the violets of a departed spring, all had helped, and sorrow had... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself t... | No speaker | you sometimes, I shall die."<|quote|>In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was th... | t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die."<|quote|>In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical.... | against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die."<|quote|>In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. ... | "He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, ... | at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you o... | though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the ... | you said to me? The theatre, even. And the next day--in the church; and our times with Gino." "All the wonderful things are over," she said. "That is just where it is." "I don t believe it. At all events not for me. The most wonderful things may be to come--" "The wonderful things are over," she repeated, and looked at... | doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" | Mr. Herriton | could trust himself to make.<|quote|>"Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?"</|quote|>She shook her head. Even | was the only reply he could trust himself to make.<|quote|>"Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?"</|quote|>She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. | of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make.<|quote|>"Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?"<... | relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that sh... | you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that ... | word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he... | so mournfully that he dare not contradict her. The train was crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended, "what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. ... | I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. | No speaker | call a passing fancy ?"<|quote|>She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure.</|quote|>"If I saw him often," | it is what the books call a passing fancy ?"<|quote|>She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure.</|quote|>"If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember | to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?"<|quote|>She shook her head. Even this question was too pa... | not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what... | beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, ... | for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands... | crawling up the last ascent towards the Campanile of Airolo and the entrance of the tunnel. "Miss Abbott," he murmured, speaking quickly, as if their free intercourse might soon be ended, "what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as cl... | never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evenin... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"If I saw him often," | Caroline Abbott | passions, once aroused, were sure.<|quote|>"If I saw him often,"</|quote|>she said, "I might remember | herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure.<|quote|>"If I saw him often,"</|quote|>she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or | it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure.<|quote|>"If I saw him often,"</|quote|>she said, "I mig... | that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to m... | s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she ... | doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled ... | soon be ended, "what is the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment,... | will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
she said, | No speaker | "If I saw him often,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I might remember what he | passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I might remember what he is like. Or he might | he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I might remember what he is... | to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call... | a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love h... | sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilousl... | the matter with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and ... | no woman, and I think you re the one man who might understand and not be disgusted." "Are you lonely?" he whispered. "Is it anything like that?" "Yes." The train seemed to shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." | Caroline Abbott | saw him often," she said,<|quote|>"I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now."</|quote|>"Well, if the fancy does | aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said,<|quote|>"I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now."</|quote|>"Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After | trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said,<|quote|>"I might remember what he is like. Or he might... | not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passin... | nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m n... | Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hy... | with you? I thought I understood you, and I don t. All those two great first days at Monteriano I read you as clearly as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next mo... | She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." | Mr. Herriton | nothing can alter me now."<|quote|>"Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know."</|quote|>After all, he could say | dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now."<|quote|>"Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know."</|quote|>After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you | pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now."<|quote|>"Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know."</|quote|>After... | not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about her... | of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die... | we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--yo... | as you read me still. I saw why you had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve g... | me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
After all, he could say what he wanted. | No speaker | does pass, let me know."<|quote|>After all, he could say what he wanted.</|quote|>"Oh, you shall know quick | now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know."<|quote|>After all, he could say what he wanted.</|quote|>"Oh, you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire | herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know."<|quote|>After all, he could say what he wanted.</|quote|>"Oh, you shal... | asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once arous... | repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to ... | a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at... | had come, and why you changed sides, and afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll... | enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you someti... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Oh, you shall know quick enough--" | Caroline Abbott | could say what he wanted.<|quote|>"Oh, you shall know quick enough--"</|quote|>"But before you retire to | me know." After all, he could say what he wanted.<|quote|>"Oh, you shall know quick enough--"</|quote|>"But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" | were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted.<|quote|>"Oh, you shall know quick enough--"</|quote|>"But before you retire to Sa... | And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might rem... | charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He... | again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull i... | afterwards I saw your wonderful courage and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be myst... | will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" | Mr. Herriton | you shall know quick enough--"<|quote|>"But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?"</|quote|>"What of?" She had stopped | say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--"<|quote|>"But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?"</|quote|>"What of?" She had stopped crying. He was treating her | often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--"<|quote|>"But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?"</|... | reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or h... | isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to ... | way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool... | and pity. And now you re frank with me one moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote... | spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"What of?" | Caroline Abbott | Sawston--are you so mighty sure?"<|quote|>"What of?"</|quote|>She had stopped crying. He | "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?"<|quote|>"What of?"</|quote|>She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as | Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?"<|quote|>"What of?"</|quote|>She had stopped crying. He was trea... | what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing ... | to cry. "I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand ... | was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia f... | moment, as you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be wher... | laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped. | No speaker | so mighty sure?" "What of?"<|quote|>She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped.</|quote|>"That you and he--" He | you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?"<|quote|>She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped.</|quote|>"That you and he--" He smiled bitterly at the thought | might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?"<|quote|>She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactl... | books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter... | "I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A fl... | near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love wit... | you used to be, and the next moment you shut me up. You see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. Y... | Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I love him, and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"That you and he--" | Mr. Herriton | exactly as she had hoped.<|quote|>"That you and he--"</|quote|>He smiled bitterly at the | crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped.<|quote|>"That you and he--"</|quote|>He smiled bitterly at the thought of them together. Here | me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?" She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped.<|quote|>"That you and he--"</|quote|>He smiled bi... | was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he ... | and I m going to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--somethin... | wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I lik... | see I owe too much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She... | at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it fun... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
He smiled bitterly at the thought of them together. Here was the cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it. | No speaker | hoped. "That you and he--"<|quote|>He smiled bitterly at the thought of them together. Here was the cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it.</|quote|>"I was going to say--whatever | her exactly as she had hoped. "That you and he--"<|quote|>He smiled bitterly at the thought of them together. Here was the cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it.</|quote|>"I was going to say--whatever have ... | the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?" She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped. "That you and he--"<|quote|>He smiled bitterly at the thought of the... | as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he want... | to Sawston, and if I mayn t speak about him to you sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and... | love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and becau... | much to you--my life, and I don t know what besides. I won t stand it. You ve gone too far to turn mysterious. I ll quote what you said to me: Don t be mysterious; there isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to ... | it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?" | Mr. Herriton | world could not escape it.<|quote|>"I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?"</|quote|>"Nothing except the times we | of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it.<|quote|>"I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?"</|quote|>"Nothing except the times we have seen each other." Again | He was treating her exactly as she had hoped. "That you and he--" He smiled bitterly at the thought of them together. Here was the cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it.<|quote|>"I was going to say--whateve... | I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?" She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped. "That yo... | even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too... | s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tri... | isn t the time. I ll quote something else: I and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perha... | good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m not a... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Nothing except the times we have seen each other." | Caroline Abbott | have you got in common?"<|quote|>"Nothing except the times we have seen each other."</|quote|>Again her face was crimson. | "I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?"<|quote|>"Nothing except the times we have seen each other."</|quote|>Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face | you and he--" He smiled bitterly at the thought of them together. Here was the cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it. "I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?"<|quote|>"Nothing except the times... | now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?" She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped. "That you and he--" He smiled bitterly at the though... | could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything abo... | in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened... | and my life must be where I live. You can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much trage... | I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face away. | No speaker | we have seen each other."<|quote|>Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face away.</|quote|>"Which--which times?" "The time I | common?" "Nothing except the times we have seen each other."<|quote|>Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face away.</|quote|>"Which--which times?" "The time I thought you weak and heedless, | of them together. Here was the cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it. "I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?" "Nothing except the times we have seen each other."<|quote|>Again her face was cr... | know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?" She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped. "That you and he--" He smiled bitterly at the thought of them together. Here was the cruel antiq... | she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once a... | want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentle... | can t live at Sawston." He had moved her at last. She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them togethe... | that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew any... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Which--which times?" | Mr. Herriton | turned his own face away.<|quote|>"Which--which times?"</|quote|>"The time I thought you | her face was crimson. He turned his own face away.<|quote|>"Which--which times?"</|quote|>"The time I thought you weak and heedless, and went | gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it. "I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?" "Nothing except the times we have seen each other." Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face away.<|quote|>"Which--which times?"</... | shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?" She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped. "That you and he--" He smiled bitterly at the thought of them together. Here was the cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth agai... | it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what ... | you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flatt... | She whispered to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those ... | the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget ho... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"The time I thought you weak and heedless, and went instead of you to get the baby. That began it, as far as I know the beginning. Or it may have begun when you took us to the theatre, and I saw him mixed up with music and light. But didn t understand till the morning. Then you opened the door--and I knew why I had bee... | Caroline Abbott | own face away. "Which--which times?"<|quote|>"The time I thought you weak and heedless, and went instead of you to get the baby. That began it, as far as I know the beginning. Or it may have begun when you took us to the theatre, and I saw him mixed up with music and light. But didn t understand till the morning. Then ... | was crimson. He turned his own face away. "Which--which times?"<|quote|>"The time I thought you weak and heedless, and went instead of you to get the baby. That began it, as far as I know the beginning. Or it may have begun when you took us to the theatre, and I saw him mixed up with music and light. But didn t underst... | as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it. "I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?" "Nothing except the times we have seen each other." Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face away. "Which--which times?"<|quote|>"The time I ... | quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?" She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped. "That you and he--" He smiled bitterly at the thought of them together. Here was the cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasipha... | the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is l... | without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny?" She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. "He s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me... | to herself hurriedly. "It is tempting--" And those three words threw him into a tumult of joy. What was tempting to her? After all was the greatest of things possible? Perhaps, after long estrangement, after much tragedy, the South had brought them together in the end. That laughter in the theatre, those silver stars i... | the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is l... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"But through my fault," | Mr. Herriton | hadn t wrapped me round."<|quote|>"But through my fault,"</|quote|>said Philip solemnly, "he is | a wreath of smoke; it hadn t wrapped me round."<|quote|>"But through my fault,"</|quote|>said Philip solemnly, "he is parted from the child he | we were--he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak to him again. I could have pulled through then--the thing was only coming near, like a wreath of smoke; it hadn t wrapped me round."<|quote|>"But through my fault,"</|quote|>said Philip solemnly, "h... | and I saw him mixed up with music and light. But didn t understand till the morning. Then you opened the door--and I knew why I had been so happy. Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that we might just be as we were--he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the... | together. Here was the cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it. "I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?" "Nothing except the times we have seen each other." Again her face was crimson. He turned... | about him to you sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it w... | shake him towards her. He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I c... | I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could t... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
said Philip solemnly, | No speaker | round." "But through my fault,"<|quote|>said Philip solemnly,</|quote|>"he is parted from the | it hadn t wrapped me round." "But through my fault,"<|quote|>said Philip solemnly,</|quote|>"he is parted from the child he loves. And because | child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak to him again. I could have pulled through then--the thing was only coming near, like a wreath of smoke; it hadn t wrapped me round." "But through my fault,"<|quote|>said Philip solemnly,</|quote|>"he is parted from the ... | mixed up with music and light. But didn t understand till the morning. Then you opened the door--and I knew why I had been so happy. Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that we might just be as we were--he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and th... | cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it. "I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?" "Nothing except the times we have seen each other." Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face away. "Wh... | sometimes, I shall die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply... | He was resolved that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But... | "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?" She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped. "That you and he--" He smiled bitterly at the thought of t... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"he is parted from the child he loves. And because my life was in danger you came and saw him and spoke to him again." | Mr. Herriton | my fault," said Philip solemnly,<|quote|>"he is parted from the child he loves. And because my life was in danger you came and saw him and spoke to him again."</|quote|>For the thing was even | wrapped me round." "But through my fault," said Philip solemnly,<|quote|>"he is parted from the child he loves. And because my life was in danger you came and saw him and spoke to him again."</|quote|>For the thing was even greater than she imagined. Nobody | you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak to him again. I could have pulled through then--the thing was only coming near, like a wreath of smoke; it hadn t wrapped me round." "But through my fault," said Philip solemnly,<|quote|>"he is parted from the child he loves. And becau... | music and light. But didn t understand till the morning. Then you opened the door--and I knew why I had been so happy. Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that we might just be as we were--he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might nev... | of the gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it. "I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?" "Nothing except the times we have seen each other." Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face away. "Which--which times?" "T... | die." In that terrible discovery Philip managed to think not of himself but of her. He did not lament. He did not even speak to her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust him... | that though a dozen people were looking, he would yet take her in his arms. "I m terribly lonely, or I wouldn t speak. I think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say... | she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, y... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
For the thing was even greater than she imagined. Nobody but himself would ever see round it now. And to see round it he was standing at an immense distance. He could even be glad that she had once held the beloved in her arms. | No speaker | and spoke to him again."<|quote|>For the thing was even greater than she imagined. Nobody but himself would ever see round it now. And to see round it he was standing at an immense distance. He could even be glad that she had once held the beloved in her arms.</|quote|>"Don t talk of faults. | you came and saw him and spoke to him again."<|quote|>For the thing was even greater than she imagined. Nobody but himself would ever see round it now. And to see round it he was standing at an immense distance. He could even be glad that she had once held the beloved in her arms.</|quote|>"Don t talk of faults. You re... | through then--the thing was only coming near, like a wreath of smoke; it hadn t wrapped me round." "But through my fault," said Philip solemnly, "he is parted from the child he loves. And because my life was in danger you came and saw him and spoke to him again."<|quote|>For the thing was even greater than she imagined... | the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that we might just be as we were--he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak to him again. I could have pulled through then--the thing was only coming near, like a wreath of smoke; it hadn t ... | to say--whatever have you got in common?" "Nothing except the times we have seen each other." Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face away. "Which--which times?" "The time I thought you weak and heedless, and went instead of you to get the baby. That began it, as far as I know the beginning. Or it may have b... | her kindly, for he saw that she could not stand it. A flippant reply was what she asked and needed--something flippant and a little cynical. And indeed it was the only reply he could trust himself to make. "Perhaps it is what the books call a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For... | think you must know already." Their faces were crimson, as if the same thought was surging through them both. "Perhaps I do." He came close to her. "Perhaps I could speak instead. But if you will say the word plainly you ll never be sorry; I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then ... | might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?" She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Don t talk of faults. You re my friend for ever, Mr. Herriton, I think. Only don t be charitable and shift or take the blame. Get over supposing I m refined. That s what puzzles you. Get over that." | Caroline Abbott | the beloved in her arms.<|quote|>"Don t talk of faults. You re my friend for ever, Mr. Herriton, I think. Only don t be charitable and shift or take the blame. Get over supposing I m refined. That s what puzzles you. Get over that."</|quote|>As he spoke she seemed | that she had once held the beloved in her arms.<|quote|>"Don t talk of faults. You re my friend for ever, Mr. Herriton, I think. Only don t be charitable and shift or take the blame. Get over supposing I m refined. That s what puzzles you. Get over that."</|quote|>As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to | and spoke to him again." For the thing was even greater than she imagined. Nobody but himself would ever see round it now. And to see round it he was standing at an immense distance. He could even be glad that she had once held the beloved in her arms.<|quote|>"Don t talk of faults. You re my friend for ever, Mr. Herri... | again. I could have pulled through then--the thing was only coming near, like a wreath of smoke; it hadn t wrapped me round." "But through my fault," said Philip solemnly, "he is parted from the child he loves. And because my life was in danger you came and saw him and spoke to him again." For the thing was even greate... | baby. That began it, as far as I know the beginning. Or it may have begun when you took us to the theatre, and I saw him mixed up with music and light. But didn t understand till the morning. Then you opened the door--and I knew why I had been so happy. Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything n... | a passing fancy ?" She shook her head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "... | I will thank you for it all my life." She said plainly, "That I love him." Then she broke down. Her body was shaken with sobs, and lest there should be any doubt she cried between the sobs for Gino! Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenev... | her exactly as she had hoped. "That you and he--" He smiled bitterly at the thought of them together. Here was the cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it. "I was going to say--whatever have you got in common... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to have indeed no part with refinement or unrefinement any longer. Out of this wreck there was revealed to him something indestructible--something which she, who had given it, could never take away. | No speaker | puzzles you. Get over that."<|quote|>As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to have indeed no part with refinement or unrefinement any longer. Out of this wreck there was revealed to him something indestructible--something which she, who had given it, could never take away.</|quote|>"I say again, don t | m refined. That s what puzzles you. Get over that."<|quote|>As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to have indeed no part with refinement or unrefinement any longer. Out of this wreck there was revealed to him something indestructible--something which she, who had given it, could never take away.</|quote|>"I sa... | that she had once held the beloved in her arms. "Don t talk of faults. You re my friend for ever, Mr. Herriton, I think. Only don t be charitable and shift or take the blame. Get over supposing I m refined. That s what puzzles you. Get over that."<|quote|>As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to have indeed no... | my life was in danger you came and saw him and spoke to him again." For the thing was even greater than she imagined. Nobody but himself would ever see round it now. And to see round it he was standing at an immense distance. He could even be glad that she had once held the beloved in her arms. "Don t talk of faults. Y... | Then you opened the door--and I knew why I had been so happy. Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that we might just be as we were--he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak to him again. I could have pulled thr... | might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let me know." After all, he could say what he wanted. "Oh, you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?" She had stopped cryi... | Gino! Gino! He heard himself remark "Rather! I love him too! When I can forget how he hurt me that evening. Though whenever we shake hands--" One of them must have moved a step or two, for when she spoke again she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysteric... | head. Even this question was too pathetic. For as far as she knew anything about herself, she knew that her passions, once aroused, were sure. "If I saw him often," she said, "I might remember what he is like. Or he might grow old. But I dare not risk it, so nothing can alter me now." "Well, if the fancy does pass, let... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"I say again, don t be charitable. If he had asked me, I might have given myself body and soul. That would have been the end of my rescue party. But all through he took me for a superior being--a goddess. I who was worshipping every inch of him, and every word he spoke. And that saved me." | Caroline Abbott | it, could never take away.<|quote|>"I say again, don t be charitable. If he had asked me, I might have given myself body and soul. That would have been the end of my rescue party. But all through he took me for a superior being--a goddess. I who was worshipping every inch of him, and every word he spoke. And that saved... | which she, who had given it, could never take away.<|quote|>"I say again, don t be charitable. If he had asked me, I might have given myself body and soul. That would have been the end of my rescue party. But all through he took me for a superior being--a goddess. I who was worshipping every inch of him, and every word... | refined. That s what puzzles you. Get over that." As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to have indeed no part with refinement or unrefinement any longer. Out of this wreck there was revealed to him something indestructible--something which she, who had given it, could never take away.<|quote|>"I say again, do... | at an immense distance. He could even be glad that she had once held the beloved in her arms. "Don t talk of faults. You re my friend for ever, Mr. Herriton, I think. Only don t be charitable and shift or take the blame. Get over supposing I m refined. That s what puzzles you. Get over that." As he spoke she seemed to ... | and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak to him again. I could have pulled through then--the thing was only coming near, like a wreath of smoke; it hadn t wrapped me round." "But through my fault," said Philip solemnly, "he is parted from the child he loves. And because my life w... | you shall know quick enough--" "But before you retire to Sawston--are you so mighty sure?" "What of?" She had stopped crying. He was treating her exactly as she had hoped. "That you and he--" He smiled bitterly at the thought of them together. Here was the cruel antique malice of the gods, such as they once sent forth ... | she was already a little way apart. "You ve upset me." She stifled something that was perilously near hysterics. "I thought I was past all this. You re taking it wrongly. I m in love with Gino--don t pass it off--I mean it crudely--you know what I mean. So laugh at me." "Laugh at love?" asked Philip. "Yes. Pull it to p... | child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak to him again. I could have pulled through then--the thing was only coming near, like a wreath of smoke; it hadn t wrapped me round." "But through my fault," said Philip solemnly, "he is parted from the child he loves. A... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
Philip s eyes were fixed on the Campanile of Airolo. But he saw instead the fair myth of Endymion. This woman was a goddess to the end. For her no love could be degrading: she stood outside all degradation. This episode, which she thought so sordid, and which was so tragic for him, remained supremely beautiful. To such... | No speaker | spoke. And that saved me."<|quote|>Philip s eyes were fixed on the Campanile of Airolo. But he saw instead the fair myth of Endymion. This woman was a goddess to the end. For her no love could be degrading: she stood outside all degradation. This episode, which she thought so sordid, and which was so tragic for him, re... | him, and every word he spoke. And that saved me."<|quote|>Philip s eyes were fixed on the Campanile of Airolo. But he saw instead the fair myth of Endymion. This woman was a goddess to the end. For her no love could be degrading: she stood outside all degradation. This episode, which she thought so sordid, and which wa... | he had asked me, I might have given myself body and soul. That would have been the end of my rescue party. But all through he took me for a superior being--a goddess. I who was worshipping every inch of him, and every word he spoke. And that saved me."<|quote|>Philip s eyes were fixed on the Campanile of Airolo. But he... | that." As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to have indeed no part with refinement or unrefinement any longer. Out of this wreck there was revealed to him something indestructible--something which she, who had given it, could never take away. "I say again, don t be charitable. If he had asked me, I might have... | because my life was in danger you came and saw him and spoke to him again." For the thing was even greater than she imagined. Nobody but himself would ever see round it now. And to see round it he was standing at an immense distance. He could even be glad that she had once held the beloved in her arms. "Don t talk of f... | against Pasiphae. Centuries of aspiration and culture--and the world could not escape it. "I was going to say--whatever have you got in common?" "Nothing except the times we have seen each other." Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face away. "Which--which times?" "The time I thought you weak and heedless, a... | Pull it to pieces. Tell me I m a fool or worse--that he s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That s the help I want. I dare tell you this because I like you--and because you re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trus... | the times we have seen each other." Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face away. "Which--which times?" "The time I thought you weak and heedless, and went instead of you to get the baby. That began it, as far as I know the beginning. Or it may have begun when you took us to the theatre, and I saw him mixed ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Thank you," | Mr. Herriton | the wonderful things had happened.<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>was all that he permitted | of telling her? For all the wonderful things had happened.<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>was all that he permitted himself. "Thank you for everything." | thought so sordid, and which was so tragic for him, remained supremely beautiful. To such a height was he lifted, that without regret he could now have told her that he was her worshipper too. But what was the use of telling her? For all the wonderful things had happened.<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>was all that he p... | word he spoke. And that saved me." Philip s eyes were fixed on the Campanile of Airolo. But he saw instead the fair myth of Endymion. This woman was a goddess to the end. For her no love could be degrading: she stood outside all degradation. This episode, which she thought so sordid, and which was so tragic for him, re... | That s what puzzles you. Get over that." As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to have indeed no part with refinement or unrefinement any longer. Out of this wreck there was revealed to him something indestructible--something which she, who had given it, could never take away. "I say again, don t be charitable... | light. But didn t understand till the morning. Then you opened the door--and I knew why I had been so happy. Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that we might just be as we were--he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him... | s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she ... | why I had been so happy. Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that we might just be as we were--he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak to him again. I could have pulled through then--the thing was only coming ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
was all that he permitted himself. | No speaker | things had happened. "Thank you,"<|quote|>was all that he permitted himself.</|quote|>"Thank you for everything." She | her? For all the wonderful things had happened. "Thank you,"<|quote|>was all that he permitted himself.</|quote|>"Thank you for everything." She looked at him with great | sordid, and which was so tragic for him, remained supremely beautiful. To such a height was he lifted, that without regret he could now have told her that he was her worshipper too. But what was the use of telling her? For all the wonderful things had happened. "Thank you,"<|quote|>was all that he permitted himself.</|... | spoke. And that saved me." Philip s eyes were fixed on the Campanile of Airolo. But he saw instead the fair myth of Endymion. This woman was a goddess to the end. For her no love could be degrading: she stood outside all degradation. This episode, which she thought so sordid, and which was so tragic for him, remained s... | what puzzles you. Get over that." As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to have indeed no part with refinement or unrefinement any longer. Out of this wreck there was revealed to him something indestructible--something which she, who had given it, could never take away. "I say again, don t be charitable. If he... | didn t understand till the morning. Then you opened the door--and I knew why I had been so happy. Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that we might just be as we were--he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak t... | a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began ... | "he is parted from the child he loves. And because my life was in danger you came and saw him and spoke to him again." For the thing was even greater than she imagined. Nobody but himself would ever see round it now. And to see round it he was standing at an immense distance. He could even be glad that she had once hel... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
"Thank you for everything." | Mr. Herriton | all that he permitted himself.<|quote|>"Thank you for everything."</|quote|>She looked at him with | had happened. "Thank you," was all that he permitted himself.<|quote|>"Thank you for everything."</|quote|>She looked at him with great friendliness, for he had | for him, remained supremely beautiful. To such a height was he lifted, that without regret he could now have told her that he was her worshipper too. But what was the use of telling her? For all the wonderful things had happened. "Thank you," was all that he permitted himself.<|quote|>"Thank you for everything."</|quot... | s eyes were fixed on the Campanile of Airolo. But he saw instead the fair myth of Endymion. This woman was a goddess to the end. For her no love could be degrading: she stood outside all degradation. This episode, which she thought so sordid, and which was so tragic for him, remained supremely beautiful. To such a heig... | As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to have indeed no part with refinement or unrefinement any longer. Out of this wreck there was revealed to him something indestructible--something which she, who had given it, could never take away. "I say again, don t be charitable. If he had asked me, I might have given ... | Then you opened the door--and I knew why I had been so happy. Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that we might just be as we were--he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak to him again. I could have pulled thr... | good in any way. He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m not a... | with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak to him again. I could have pulled through then--the thing was only coming near, like a wreath of smoke; it hadn t wrapped me round." "But through my fault," said Philip solemnly, "he is parted from the child he... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
She looked at him with great friendliness, for he had made her life endurable. At that moment the train entered the San Gothard tunnel. They hurried back to the carriage to close the windows lest the smuts should get into Harriet s eyes. | No speaker | himself. "Thank you for everything."<|quote|>She looked at him with great friendliness, for he had made her life endurable. At that moment the train entered the San Gothard tunnel. They hurried back to the carriage to close the windows lest the smuts should get into Harriet s eyes.</|quote|> | was all that he permitted himself. "Thank you for everything."<|quote|>She looked at him with great friendliness, for he had made her life endurable. At that moment the train entered the San Gothard tunnel. They hurried back to the carriage to close the windows lest the smuts should get into Harriet s eyes.</|quote|> | beautiful. To such a height was he lifted, that without regret he could now have told her that he was her worshipper too. But what was the use of telling her? For all the wonderful things had happened. "Thank you," was all that he permitted himself. "Thank you for everything."<|quote|>She looked at him with great frien... | on the Campanile of Airolo. But he saw instead the fair myth of Endymion. This woman was a goddess to the end. For her no love could be degrading: she stood outside all degradation. This episode, which she thought so sordid, and which was so tragic for him, remained supremely beautiful. To such a height was he lifted, ... | seemed to be transfigured, and to have indeed no part with refinement or unrefinement any longer. Out of this wreck there was revealed to him something indestructible--something which she, who had given it, could never take away. "I say again, don t be charitable. If he had asked me, I might have given myself body and ... | door--and I knew why I had been so happy. Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that we might just be as we were--he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place--and that I might never see him or speak to him again. I could have pulled through then--the thing... | He s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he s handsome, that s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face." She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. "Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn t it funny!" Then, to his relief, she began to cry. "I love him, and I m not ashamed of it. I l... | got in common?" "Nothing except the times we have seen each other." Again her face was crimson. He turned his own face away. "Which--which times?" "The time I thought you weak and heedless, and went instead of you to get the baby. That began it, as far as I know the beginning. Or it may have begun when you took us to t... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | No speaker | <|quote|>WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but someti... | <|quote|>WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but someti... | <|quote|>WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but someti... | <|quote|>WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but someti... | <|quote|>WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but someti... | <|quote|>WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but someti... | <|quote|>WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but someti... | <|quote|>WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but someti... | Winnie The Pooh |
"But I thought he was a boy?" | _narr | you are going to say,<|quote|>"But I thought he was a boy?"</|quote|>"So did I," said Christopher | name, I said, just as you are going to say,<|quote|>"But I thought he was a boy?"</|quote|>"So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call | only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say,<|quote|>"But I thought he was a boy?"</|quote|>"So did I," said Ch... | AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and thin... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"So did I," | Christopher Robin - External | thought he was a boy?"<|quote|>"So did I,"</|quote|>said Christopher Robin. "Then you | going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?"<|quote|>"So did I,"</|quote|>said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I | moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?"<|quote|>"So did I,"</|quote|>said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't ... | Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perha... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
said Christopher Robin. | No speaker | a boy?" "So did I,"<|quote|>said Christopher Robin.</|quote|>"Then you can't call him | "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I,"<|quote|>said Christopher Robin.</|quote|>"Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you | of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I,"<|quote|>said Christopher Robin.</|quote|>"Then you can't call him Winnie?"... | Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't.... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"Then you can't call him Winnie?" | Winnie-the-pooh | did I," said Christopher Robin.<|quote|>"Then you can't call him Winnie?"</|quote|>"I don't." "But you said----" | he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin.<|quote|>"Then you can't call him Winnie?"</|quote|>"I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know | then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin.<|quote|>"Then you can't call him Winnie?"</|quote|>"I don't."... | now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at t... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"I don't." | Christopher Robin - External | you can't call him Winnie?"<|quote|>"I don't."</|quote|>"But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. | I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?"<|quote|>"I don't."</|quote|>"But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' | isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?"<|quote|>"I don't."</|quote|>"But you said----" "He's Winnie-... | back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be int... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"But you said----" | Winnie-the-pooh | call him Winnie?" "I don't."<|quote|>"But you said----"</|quote|>"He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know | Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't."<|quote|>"But you said----"</|quote|>"He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, | here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't."<|quote|>"But you said----"</|quote|>"He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don'... | his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced ... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" | Christopher Robin - External | "I don't." "But you said----"<|quote|>"He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?"</|quote|>"Ah, yes, now I do," | you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----"<|quote|>"He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?"</|quote|>"Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I | at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----"<|quote|>"He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_th... | Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-th... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"Ah, yes, now I do," | _narr | you know what '_ther_' means?"<|quote|>"Ah, yes, now I do,"</|quote|>I said quickly; and I | you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?"<|quote|>"Ah, yes, now I do,"</|quote|>I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because | to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?"<|quote|>"Ah, yes, now I do,"</|quote|... | knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I ... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- | No speaker | "Ah, yes, now I do,"<|quote|>I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening----</|quote|>"What abou... | you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do,"<|quote|>I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This ... | first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do,"<|quote|>I said quickly; and I hope you do too, b... | coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are g... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"What about a story?" | Christopher Robin - External | to a story. This evening----<|quote|>"What about a story?"</|quote|>said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about | of the fire and listen to a story. This evening----<|quote|>"What about a story?"</|quote|>said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could | said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening----<|quote|>"What about a story?"</|quote|>said Christ... | heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is a... | A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there reall... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
said Christopher Robin. | No speaker | evening---- "What about a story?"<|quote|>said Christopher Robin.</|quote|>"_What_ about a story?" I | listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?"<|quote|>said Christopher Robin.</|quote|>"_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly | hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?"<|quote|>said Christopher Robin.</|quote|>"_What_... | said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation... | I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if ... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"_What_ about a story?" | _narr | a story?" said Christopher Robin.<|quote|>"_What_ about a story?"</|quote|>I said. "Could you very | story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin.<|quote|>"_What_ about a story?"</|quote|>I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I | too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin.<|quote|>"_What_ about a story?"</|qu... | you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going... | WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he cou... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
I said. | No speaker | Robin. "_What_ about a story?"<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>"Could you very sweetly tell | about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?"<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>"Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I | all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?"<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>"Could... | say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometime... | WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" | Christopher Robin - External | about a story?" I said.<|quote|>"Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?"</|quote|>"I suppose I could," I | story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said.<|quote|>"Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?"</|quote|>"I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories | explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said.<|quote|>"Could you very sweetly... | I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-t... | SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"I suppose I could," | _narr | very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?"<|quote|>"I suppose I could,"</|quote|>I said. "What sort of | story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?"<|quote|>"I suppose I could,"</|quote|>I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About | Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?"<|quote|>"I suppose I cou... | did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some ... | is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps th... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
I said. | No speaker | one?" "I suppose I could,"<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>"What sort of stories does | you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could,"<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>"What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because | of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could,"<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>"What s... | Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downst... | downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"What sort of stories does he like?" | _narr | suppose I could," I said.<|quote|>"What sort of stories does he like?"</|quote|>"About himself. Because he's _that_ | sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said.<|quote|>"What sort of stories does he like?"</|quote|>"About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I | sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said.<|quote|>"What sort of stories do... | you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and som... | bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bo... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." | Christopher Robin - External | of stories does he like?"<|quote|>"About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear."</|quote|>"Oh, I see." "So could | could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?"<|quote|>"About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear."</|quote|>"Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try," | he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?"<|quote|>"About himself. Because he's _th... | "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front... | his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced ... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"Oh, I see." | _narr | he's _that_ sort of Bear."<|quote|>"Oh, I see."</|quote|>"So could you very sweetly?" | he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear."<|quote|>"Oh, I see."</|quote|>"So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try," I said. So | the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear."<|quote|>"Oh, I see."</|qu... | what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What... | far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard hi... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"So could you very sweetly?" | Christopher Robin - External | of Bear." "Oh, I see."<|quote|>"So could you very sweetly?"</|quote|>"I'll try," I said. So | himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see."<|quote|>"So could you very sweetly?"</|quote|>"I'll try," I said. So I tried. * * * | listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see."<|quote|>"So could you ver... | "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said ... | knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I ... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"I'll try," | _narr | "So could you very sweetly?"<|quote|>"I'll try,"</|quote|>I said. So I tried. | of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?"<|quote|>"I'll try,"</|quote|>I said. So I tried. * * * * * | evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?"<|quote|>"I'll try,"<... | I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_... | coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are g... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_" | No speaker | you very sweetly?" "I'll try,"<|quote|>I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_"</|quote|>"What does 'under the name' | "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try,"<|quote|>I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_"</|quote|>"What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._ "_It | about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try,"<|quote|>I said. So I tried... | quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ a... | but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"What does 'under the name' mean?" | Christopher Robin - External | the name of Sanders. (_"<|quote|>"What does 'under the name' mean?"</|quote|>asked Christopher Robin._ "_It means | forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_"<|quote|>"What does 'under the name' mean?"</|quote|>asked Christopher Robin._ "_It means he had the name over | sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try," I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_"<|quote|>"What does 'under the name' mean?"</|quote|>asked Christopher Robin._ ... | in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." ... | bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "A... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
asked Christopher Robin._ | No speaker | does 'under the name' mean?"<|quote|>asked Christopher Robin._</|quote|>"_It means he had the | name of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?"<|quote|>asked Christopher Robin._</|quote|>"_It means he had the name over the door in | "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try," I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?"<|quote|>asked Christopher Robin._</|quote|>"_It means he had the name o... | listen to a story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetl... | to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; ... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"_It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it._" | _narr | name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._<|quote|>"_It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it._"</|quote|>_" "Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," | (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._<|quote|>"_It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it._"</|quote|>_" "Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," said Christopher Robin._ _" "Now | very sweetly?" "I'll try," I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._<|quote|>"_It means he had the name over the door in gold le... | story. This evening---- "What about a story?" said Christopher Robin. "_What_ about a story?" I said. "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll tr... | When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, be... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
_" | No speaker | letters, and lived under it._"<|quote|>_"</|quote|>"Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," said | over the door in gold letters, and lived under it._"<|quote|>_"</|quote|>"Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," said Christopher Robin._ _" "Now I | a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._ "_It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it._"<|quote|>_"</|quote|>"Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't qu... | "Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try," I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winni... | I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-t... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
"Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," | Christopher Robin - External | and lived under it._" _"<|quote|>"Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure,"</|quote|>said Christopher Robin._ _" "Now | the door in gold letters, and lived under it._" _"<|quote|>"Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure,"</|quote|>said Christopher Robin._ _" "Now I am," said a growly | time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._ "_It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it._" _"<|quote|>"Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure,"<... | you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try," I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-P... | thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
said Christopher Robin._ _" | No speaker | _" "Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure,"<|quote|>said Christopher Robin._ _"</|quote|>"Now I am," said a | letters, and lived under it._" _" "Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure,"<|quote|>said Christopher Robin._ _"</|quote|>"Now I am," said a growly voice._ _" "Then I | time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._ "_It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it._" _" "Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure,"<|quote|>said Christopher R... | Winnie-the-Pooh one?" "I suppose I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try," I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest ... | boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a gam... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be... | Winnie The Pooh |
"Now I am," | Christopher Robin - External | sure," said Christopher Robin._ _"<|quote|>"Now I am,"</|quote|>said a growly voice._ _" | it._" _" "Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," said Christopher Robin._ _"<|quote|>"Now I am,"</|quote|>said a growly voice._ _" "Then I will go on," | last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._ "_It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it._" _" "Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," said Christopher Robin._ _"<|quote|>"Now I am,... | I could," I said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try," I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of ... | said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort whe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
said a growly voice._ _" | No speaker | Robin._ _" "Now I am,"<|quote|>said a growly voice._ _"</|quote|>"Then I will go on," | wasn't quite sure," said Christopher Robin._ _" "Now I am,"<|quote|>said a growly voice._ _"</|quote|>"Then I will go on," said I._) One day when | lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._ "_It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it._" _" "Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," said Christopher Robin._ _" "Now I am,"<|quote|>said a growly voice._ _"</|... | said. "What sort of stories does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try," I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_"... | "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, a... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, "But I thought he was a boy?" "So did I," said Christopher Robin. "Then you can't call him Winnie?" "I don't." "But you sai... | Winnie The Pooh |
"Then I will go on," | _narr | said a growly voice._ _"<|quote|>"Then I will go on,"</|quote|>said I._) One day when | Robin._ _" "Now I am," said a growly voice._ _"<|quote|>"Then I will go on,"</|quote|>said I._) One day when he was out walking, he | by himself under the name of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._ "_It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it._" _" "Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," said Christopher Robin._ _" "Now I am," said a growly voice._ _"<|quote|>"Then I will go on,"</|q... | does he like?" "About himself. Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try," I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name'... | Winnie?" "I don't." "But you said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to ... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
said I._) One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing-noise. Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think. First... | No speaker | "Then I will go on,"<|quote|>said I._) One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing-noise. Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his p... | said a growly voice._ _" "Then I will go on,"<|quote|>said I._) One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing-noise. Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, p... | of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin._ "_It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it._" _" "Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure," said Christopher Robin._ _" "Now I am," said a growly voice._ _" "Then I will go on,"<|quote|>said I._) One day when he was... | Because he's _that_ sort of Bear." "Oh, I see." "So could you very sweetly?" "I'll try," I said. So I tried. * * * * * Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (_" "What does 'under the name' mean?" asked Christopher Robin... | said----" "He's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what '_ther_' means?" "Ah, yes, now I do," I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the f... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | Winnie The Pooh |
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