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“We look at the thing in a much larger way,” | Grace | her compassion for his perversity.<|quote|>“We look at the thing in a much larger way,”</|quote|>she pursued, not heeding that | to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity.<|quote|>“We look at the thing in a much larger way,”</|quote|>she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a | he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity.<|quote|>“We look at the... | closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essent... | Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that que... | shall more cordially bid you good-bye.” His daughter looked as if she had been for some time expecting the law thus imposed upon her--had been seeing where he must come out; but in spite of this preparation she made him wait for his reply in such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothin... | strange measure of her: all to the upshot of his then speaking with a difference of tone, a recognition of still more of the odious than he had supposed, so that the case might really call for some coolness. “You keep bad company, Grace--it pays the devil with your sense of proportion. If you make this row when I sell ... | efforts! However, if it strikes you as gracefully filial to apply to your father’s conduct so invidious a word,” he went on less scathingly, “you must take from him, in your turn, his quite other view of what makes disloyalty--understanding distinctly, by the same token, that he enjoins on you not to give an odious ill... | The Outcry |
she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her | No speaker | in a much larger way,”<|quote|>she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her</|quote|>“larger.” “It’s of our Treasure | “We look at the thing in a much larger way,”<|quote|>she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her</|quote|>“larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what | demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,”<|quote|>she pursued, not heeding... | Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to m... | full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very gro... | if she had been for some time expecting the law thus imposed upon her--had been seeing where he must come out; but in spite of this preparation she made him wait for his reply in such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen... | then speaking with a difference of tone, a recognition of still more of the odious than he had supposed, so that the case might really call for some coolness. “You keep bad company, Grace--it pays the devil with your sense of proportion. If you make this row when I sell a picture, what will be left to you when I forge ... | at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it’s from that exactly that you’ll now forbear; and ‘interested’ as he ... | The Outcry |
“larger.” | Grace | sound of scorn for her<|quote|>“larger.”</|quote|>“It’s of our Treasure itself | she drew from him a sound of scorn for her<|quote|>“larger.”</|quote|>“It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can | nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her<|quote|>“larger.”</|quote|>“It’s of our Tre... | me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --h... | said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dis... | seeing where he must come out; but in spite of this preparation she made him wait for his reply in such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’... | than he had supposed, so that the case might really call for some coolness. “You keep bad company, Grace--it pays the devil with your sense of proportion. If you make this row when I sell a picture, what will be left to you when I forge a cheque?” “If you had arrived at the necessity of forging a cheque,” she answered,... | talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. ... | The Outcry |
“It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” | Grace | of scorn for her “larger.”<|quote|>“It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.”</|quote|>“Ah,” Lord Theign asked as | drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.”<|quote|>“It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.”</|quote|>“Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody | whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.”<|quote|>“It’s of our Treasure itself we t... | He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his da... | his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense... | where he must come out; but in spite of this preparation she made him wait for his reply in such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spok... | he had supposed, so that the case might really call for some coolness. “You keep bad company, Grace--it pays the devil with your sense of proportion. If you make this row when I sell a picture, what will be left to you when I forge a cheque?” “If you had arrived at the necessity of forging a cheque,” she answered, “I s... | for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very... | The Outcry |
“Ah,” | Theign | the case that you embody.”<|quote|>“Ah,”</|quote|>Lord Theign asked as with | close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.”<|quote|>“Ah,”</|quote|>Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a | thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.”<|quote|>“Ah,”</|quote|>Lord Theign asked as with absurd c... | so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,... | question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of ... | I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord T... | make this row when I sell a picture, what will be left to you when I forge a cheque?” “If you had arrived at the necessity of forging a cheque,” she answered, “I should then resign myself to that of your selling a picture.” “But not short of that!” “Not short of that. Not one of ours.” “But I couldn’t,” said his lordsh... | great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversati... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, | No speaker | case that you embody.” “Ah,”<|quote|>Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity,</|quote|>“I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, | application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,”<|quote|>Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity,</|quote|>“I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and | in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,”<|quote|>Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity,</|quo... | essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” s... | we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to... | practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign... | this row when I sell a picture, what will be left to you when I forge a cheque?” “If you had arrived at the necessity of forging a cheque,” she answered, “I should then resign myself to that of your selling a picture.” “But not short of that!” “Not short of that. Not one of ours.” “But I couldn’t,” said his lordship wi... | you not to give an odious illustration of it, while he’s away, by discussing and deploring with any _one_ of your extraordinary friends any aspect or feature whatever of his walk and conversation. That--pressed as I am for time,” he went on with a glance at his watch while she remained silent-- “is the main sense of wh... | The Outcry |
“I embody a case?” | Theign | asked as with absurd curiosity,<|quote|>“I embody a case?”</|quote|>“Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; | you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity,<|quote|>“I embody a case?”</|quote|>“Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of | not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity,<|quote|>“I embody a case?”</|quote|>“Wonderfully,... | hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from hi... | of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all... | you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble-... | what will be left to you when I forge a cheque?” “If you had arrived at the necessity of forging a cheque,” she answered, “I should then resign myself to that of your selling a picture.” “But not short of that!” “Not short of that. Not one of ours.” “But I couldn’t,” said his lordship with his best and coldest amusemen... | When you have told me that I _may_ so count” --and casting about for his hat he espied it and went to take it up-- “I shall more cordially bid you good-bye.” His daughter looked as if she had been for some time expecting the law thus imposed upon her--had been seeing where he must come out; but in spite of this prepara... | The Outcry |
“Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” | Grace | curiosity, “I embody a case?”<|quote|>“Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,”</|quote|>she explained, “that makes it | Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?”<|quote|>“Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,”</|quote|>she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” | drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?”<|quote|>“Wonderfully, father--as you do everything;... | make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of sco... | father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require i... | fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom... | to you when I forge a cheque?” “If you had arrived at the necessity of forging a cheque,” she answered, “I should then resign myself to that of your selling a picture.” “But not short of that!” “Not short of that. Not one of ours.” “But I couldn’t,” said his lordship with his best and coldest amusement, “sell one of so... | such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you ... | The Outcry |
she explained, | No speaker | fact of its being exceptional,”<|quote|>she explained,</|quote|>“that makes it so difficult | do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,”<|quote|>she explained,</|quote|>“that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship | Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,”<|quote|>she explained,</... | with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be... | perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master o... | person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a... | necessity of forging a cheque,” she answered, “I should then resign myself to that of your selling a picture.” “But not short of that!” “Not short of that. Not one of ours.” “But I couldn’t,” said his lordship with his best and coldest amusement, “sell one of somebody else’s!” She was, however, not disconcerted. “Other... | a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it’s from that exactly that you’ll now forbear; and ‘interested’ as he may... | The Outcry |
“that makes it so difficult to deal with.” | Grace | its being exceptional,” she explained,<|quote|>“that makes it so difficult to deal with.”</|quote|>His lordship had a gape | and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained,<|quote|>“that makes it so difficult to deal with.”</|quote|>His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? | we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained,<|quote|>“that makes it so... | --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in... | still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as... | whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business ... | forging a cheque,” she answered, “I should then resign myself to that of your selling a picture.” “But not short of that!” “Not short of that. Not one of ours.” “But I couldn’t,” said his lordship with his best and coldest amusement, “sell one of somebody else’s!” She was, however, not disconcerted. “Other people do ot... | in such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom y... | The Outcry |
His lordship had a gape for it. | No speaker | so difficult to deal with.”<|quote|>His lordship had a gape for it.</|quote|>“‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking | she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.”<|quote|>His lordship had a gape for it.</|quote|>“‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She | such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.”<|quote|>His lordship... | gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admi... | Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head ... | you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took up... | resign myself to that of your selling a picture.” “But not short of that!” “Not short of that. Not one of ours.” “But I couldn’t,” said his lordship with his best and coldest amusement, “sell one of somebody else’s!” She was, however, not disconcerted. “Other people do other things--they appear to have done them, and t... | be--for which I’m deucedly obliged to him!--you’ll not speak to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with... | The Outcry |
“‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” | Theign | had a gape for it.<|quote|>“‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?”</|quote|>She smiled more frankly now, | to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it.<|quote|>“‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?”</|quote|>She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in | I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it.<|quote|>“‘To deal with’? You’re u... | compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord... | to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffe... | Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I ha... | a picture.” “But not short of that!” “Not short of that. Not one of ours.” “But I couldn’t,” said his lordship with his best and coldest amusement, “sell one of somebody else’s!” She was, however, not disconcerted. “Other people do other things--they appear to have done them, and to be doing them, all about us. But _we... | in such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom y... | The Outcry |
She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. | No speaker | undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?”<|quote|>She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom.</|quote|>“Well, how can we help | it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?”<|quote|>She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom.</|quote|>“Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be | Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?”<|quote|>She smiled mor... | in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a c... | not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he dem... | Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken ... | of that. Not one of ours.” “But I couldn’t,” said his lordship with his best and coldest amusement, “sell one of somebody else’s!” She was, however, not disconcerted. “Other people do other things--they appear to have done them, and to be doing them, all about us. But _we_ have been so decently different--always and ev... | it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s ou... | The Outcry |
“Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” | Grace | a rift in the gloom.<|quote|>“Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?”</|quote|>And then as her tone | more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom.<|quote|>“Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?”</|quote|>And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: | father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom.<|quote|>“Well, how can we help it if you _... | from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the... | it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father ... | you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! W... | with his best and coldest amusement, “sell one of somebody else’s!” She was, however, not disconcerted. “Other people do other things--they appear to have done them, and to be doing them, all about us. But _we_ have been so decently different--always and ever. We’ve never done anything disloyal.” “‘Disloyal’?” --he was... | if she had been for some time expecting the law thus imposed upon her--had been seeing where he must come out; but in spite of this preparation she made him wait for his reply in such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen... | The Outcry |
And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: | No speaker | you _will_ be a case?”<|quote|>And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder:</|quote|>“What we’ve set our hearts | can we help it if you _will_ be a case?”<|quote|>And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder:</|quote|>“What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” | she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?”<|quote|>And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder:</|q... | Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that mak... | reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fair... | active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it’s from that exactly that you’ll now forbear; and ‘interested... | was, however, not disconcerted. “Other people do other things--they appear to have done them, and to be doing them, all about us. But _we_ have been so decently different--always and ever. We’ve never done anything disloyal.” “‘Disloyal’?” --he was more largely amazed and even interested now. Lady Grace stuck to her w... | only person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active,... | The Outcry |
“What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” | Grace | but visibly darkened his wonder:<|quote|>“What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.”</|quote|>“What you’ve set your hearts | And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder:<|quote|>“What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.”</|quote|>“What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is | His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder:<|quote|>“What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.”</|quote... | such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a g... | precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in ... | certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it’s from that exactly that you’ll now forbear; and ‘interested’ as he may be--for which I’m deucedly obliged to him!--y... | to have done them, and to be doing them, all about us. But _we_ have been so decently different--always and ever. We’ve never done anything disloyal.” “‘Disloyal’?” --he was more largely amazed and even interested now. Lady Grace stuck to her word. “That’s what it seems to _me!_” “It seems to you” --and his sarcasm he... | question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” ... | The Outcry |
“What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” | Theign | on is saving the picture.”<|quote|>“What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?”</|quote|>But she persisted without heat. | “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.”<|quote|>“What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?”</|quote|>But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts | You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.”<|quote|>“What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is work... | the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’... | what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the th... | hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it’s from that exactly that you’ll now forbear; and ‘interested’ as he may be--for which I’m deucedly obliged to him!--you’ll not speak to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” -... | about us. But _we_ have been so decently different--always and ever. We’ve never done anything disloyal.” “‘Disloyal’?” --he was more largely amazed and even interested now. Lady Grace stuck to her word. “That’s what it seems to _me!_” “It seems to you” --and his sarcasm here was easy-- “more disloyal to sell a pictur... | looked as if she had been for some time expecting the law thus imposed upon her--had been seeing where he must come out; but in spite of this preparation she made him wait for his reply in such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact sca... | The Outcry |
But she persisted without heat. | No speaker | is working straight against me?”<|quote|>But she persisted without heat.</|quote|>“What we’ve set our hearts | hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?”<|quote|>But she persisted without heat.</|quote|>“What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” | rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?”<|quote|>But she persisted without heat.</|quote|>“What we’v... | embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how c... | him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a s... | act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it’s from that exactly that you’ll now forbear; and ‘interested’ as he may be--for which I’m deucedly obliged to him!--you’ll not speak to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I... | anything disloyal.” “‘Disloyal’?” --he was more largely amazed and even interested now. Lady Grace stuck to her word. “That’s what it seems to _me!_” “It seems to you” --and his sarcasm here was easy-- “more disloyal to sell a picture than to buy one? Because we didn’t paint ‘em all ourselves, you know!” She threw up ... | full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very gro... | The Outcry |
“What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” | Grace | But she persisted without heat.<|quote|>“What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.”</|quote|>“And pray who in the | is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat.<|quote|>“What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.”</|quote|>“And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in | how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat.<|quote|>“What we’ve set our hearts on is working for ... | you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” A... | abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her... | in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it’s from that exactly that you’ll now forbear; and ‘interested’ as he may be--for which I’m deucedly obliged to him!--you’ll not speak to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatte... | more largely amazed and even interested now. Lady Grace stuck to her word. “That’s what it seems to _me!_” “It seems to you” --and his sarcasm here was easy-- “more disloyal to sell a picture than to buy one? Because we didn’t paint ‘em all ourselves, you know!” She threw up impatient hands. “I don’t ask you either to ... | question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely... | The Outcry |
“And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” | Theign | on is working for England.”<|quote|>“And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’”</|quote|>he cried in his stupefaction, | “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.”<|quote|>“And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’”</|quote|>he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear | case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.”<|quote|>“And pray who in the world’s... | exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonde... | do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can... | that exactly that you’ll now forbear; and ‘interested’ as he may be--for which I’m deucedly obliged to him!--you’ll not speak to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others... | to her word. “That’s what it seems to _me!_” “It seems to you” --and his sarcasm here was easy-- “more disloyal to sell a picture than to buy one? Because we didn’t paint ‘em all ourselves, you know!” She threw up impatient hands. “I don’t ask you either to paint or to buy----!” “Oh, _that’s_ a mercy!” he interrupted, ... | Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” ... | The Outcry |
he cried in his stupefaction, | No speaker | who in the world’s ‘England,’”<|quote|>he cried in his stupefaction,</|quote|>“unless I am?” “Dear, dear | working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’”<|quote|>he cried in his stupefaction,</|quote|>“unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all | visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’”<|quote|>he cried in his stu... | difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the ... | lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a... | ‘interested’ as he may be--for which I’m deucedly obliged to him!--you’ll not speak to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbi... | to _me!_” “It seems to you” --and his sarcasm here was easy-- “more disloyal to sell a picture than to buy one? Because we didn’t paint ‘em all ourselves, you know!” She threw up impatient hands. “I don’t ask you either to paint or to buy----!” “Oh, _that’s_ a mercy!” he interrupted, riding his irony hard; “and I’m gla... | you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whate... | The Outcry |
“unless I am?” | Theign | he cried in his stupefaction,<|quote|>“unless I am?”</|quote|>“Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, | who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction,<|quote|>“unless I am?”</|quote|>“Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you | we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction,<|quote|>“unless I am?”</|quote|>... | lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set yo... | to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the... | which I’m deucedly obliged to him!--you’ll not speak to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great f... | you” --and his sarcasm here was easy-- “more disloyal to sell a picture than to buy one? Because we didn’t paint ‘em all ourselves, you know!” She threw up impatient hands. “I don’t ask you either to paint or to buy----!” “Oh, _that’s_ a mercy!” he interrupted, riding his irony hard; “and I’m glad to hear you at least ... | amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it... | The Outcry |
“Dear, dear father,” | Grace | his stupefaction, “unless I am?”<|quote|>“Dear, dear father,”</|quote|>she pleaded, “that’s all we | world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?”<|quote|>“Dear, dear father,”</|quote|>she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I | hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?”<|quote|>“Dear, dear father,”</|... | gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, i... | involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you emb... | obliged to him!--you’ll not speak to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if say... | sarcasm here was easy-- “more disloyal to sell a picture than to buy one? Because we didn’t paint ‘em all ourselves, you know!” She threw up impatient hands. “I don’t ask you either to paint or to buy----!” “Oh, _that’s_ a mercy!” he interrupted, riding his irony hard; “and I’m glad to hear you at least let me off _suc... | Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ sel... | The Outcry |
she pleaded, | No speaker | I am?” “Dear, dear father,”<|quote|>she pleaded,</|quote|>“that’s all we _want_ you | cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,”<|quote|>she pleaded,</|quote|>“that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she | saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,”<|quote|>she pleaded,</|... | “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words... | compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord... | not speak to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reaso... | easy-- “more disloyal to sell a picture than to buy one? Because we didn’t paint ‘em all ourselves, you know!” She threw up impatient hands. “I don’t ask you either to paint or to buy----!” “Oh, _that’s_ a mercy!” he interrupted, riding his irony hard; “and I’m glad to hear you at least let me off _such_ efforts! Howev... | you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble-... | The Outcry |
“that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” | Grace | “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded,<|quote|>“that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean”</|quote|>--she didn’t fear firmly to | his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded,<|quote|>“that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean”</|quote|>--she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the | picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded,<|quote|>“that’s all w... | with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is worki... | his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked a... | to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “t... | disloyal to sell a picture than to buy one? Because we didn’t paint ‘em all ourselves, you know!” She threw up impatient hands. “I don’t ask you either to paint or to buy----!” “Oh, _that’s_ a mercy!” he interrupted, riding his irony hard; “and I’m glad to hear you at least let me off _such_ efforts! However, if it str... | his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked a... | The Outcry |
--she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- | No speaker | you to be! I mean”<|quote|>--she didn’t fear firmly to force it home--</|quote|>“in the real, the right, | pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean”<|quote|>--she didn’t fear firmly to force it home--</|quote|>“in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense | words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean”<|quote|>--she didn’t fear firmly... | more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. ... | much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?”... | it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s ou... | Because we didn’t paint ‘em all ourselves, you know!” She threw up impatient hands. “I don’t ask you either to paint or to buy----!” “Oh, _that’s_ a mercy!” he interrupted, riding his irony hard; “and I’m glad to hear you at least let me off _such_ efforts! However, if it strikes you as gracefully filial to apply to yo... | Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that... | The Outcry |
“in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” | Grace | firmly to force it home--<|quote|>“in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.”</|quote|>“‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again | I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home--<|quote|>“in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.”</|quote|>“‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at | persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home--<|quote|>“in the real, the right, the... | the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is wo... | she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and... | question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” ... | know!” She threw up impatient hands. “I don’t ask you either to paint or to buy----!” “Oh, _that’s_ a mercy!” he interrupted, riding his irony hard; “and I’m glad to hear you at least let me off _such_ efforts! However, if it strikes you as gracefully filial to apply to your father’s conduct so invidious a word,” he we... | your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely becau... | The Outcry |
“‘Ours’?” | Theign | see, is so intensely ours.”<|quote|>“‘Ours’?”</|quote|>--he couldn’t but again throw | sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.”<|quote|>“‘Ours’?”</|quote|>--he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. | the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.”<|quote|>“‘Ours’?”</|quote|>--he couldn’t b... | her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in hi... | talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult ... | “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, bette... | _that’s_ a mercy!” he interrupted, riding his irony hard; “and I’m glad to hear you at least let me off _such_ efforts! However, if it strikes you as gracefully filial to apply to your father’s conduct so invidious a word,” he went on less scathingly, “you must take from him, in your turn, his quite other view of what ... | suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly... | The Outcry |
--he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. | No speaker | is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?”<|quote|>--he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her.</|quote|>“Isn’t it, damn you, just | the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?”<|quote|>--he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her.</|quote|>“Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she | world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?”<|quote|>--he couldn’t but again thro... | tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his st... | of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal wi... | the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better stil... | a mercy!” he interrupted, riding his irony hard; “and I’m glad to hear you at least let me off _such_ efforts! However, if it strikes you as gracefully filial to apply to your father’s conduct so invidious a word,” he went on less scathingly, “you must take from him, in your turn, his quite other view of what makes dis... | this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it... | The Outcry |
“Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” | Theign | back her word at her.<|quote|>“Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?”</|quote|>“No, no,” she interrupted-- “not | --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her.<|quote|>“Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?”</|quote|>“No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at | “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her.<|quote|>“Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?”</... | hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleade... | a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal wi... | but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Gra... | glad to hear you at least let me off _such_ efforts! However, if it strikes you as gracefully filial to apply to your father’s conduct so invidious a word,” he went on less scathingly, “you must take from him, in your turn, his quite other view of what makes disloyalty--understanding distinctly, by the same token, that... | Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” ... | The Outcry |
“No, no,” | Grace | damn you, just _in_ ours--?”<|quote|>“No, no,”</|quote|>she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” | word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?”<|quote|>“No, no,”</|quote|>she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, | we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?”<|quote|>“No, no,”</|quote|>she interrupted-- “not in _o... | you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I me... | case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ wit... | “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more c... | me off _such_ efforts! However, if it strikes you as gracefully filial to apply to your father’s conduct so invidious a word,” he went on less scathingly, “you must take from him, in your turn, his quite other view of what makes disloyalty--understanding distinctly, by the same token, that he enjoins on you not to give... | name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord T... | The Outcry |
she interrupted-- | No speaker | just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,”<|quote|>she interrupted--</|quote|>“not in _ours!_” She smiled | her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,”<|quote|>she interrupted--</|quote|>“not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it | you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,”<|quote|>she interrupted--</|quote|>“not in _ours!_” She... | your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she d... | you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She... | is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You re... | _such_ efforts! However, if it strikes you as gracefully filial to apply to your father’s conduct so invidious a word,” he went on less scathingly, “you must take from him, in your turn, his quite other view of what makes disloyalty--understanding distinctly, by the same token, that he enjoins on you not to give an odi... | your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will pl... | The Outcry |
“not in _ours!_” | Grace | ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted--<|quote|>“not in _ours!_”</|quote|>She smiled at him still, | it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted--<|quote|>“not in _ours!_”</|quote|>She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as | be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted--<|quote|>“not in _ours!_”</|quote|>She smiled... | on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear f... | “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more ... | question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of ... | However, if it strikes you as gracefully filial to apply to your father’s conduct so invidious a word,” he went on less scathingly, “you must take from him, in your turn, his quite other view of what makes disloyalty--understanding distinctly, by the same token, that he enjoins on you not to give an odious illustration... | thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decre... | The Outcry |
She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. | No speaker | she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_”<|quote|>She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle.</|quote|>“What and who the devil | just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_”<|quote|>She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle.</|quote|>“What and who the devil are you talking about? What | --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_”<|quote|>She smiled at him still, though... | words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to forc... | asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as fo... | about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communi... | strikes you as gracefully filial to apply to your father’s conduct so invidious a word,” he went on less scathingly, “you must take from him, in your turn, his quite other view of what makes disloyalty--understanding distinctly, by the same token, that he enjoins on you not to give an odious illustration of it, while h... | “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” s... | The Outcry |
“What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others ... | Grace | as at a senseless juggle.<|quote|>“What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business... | to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle.<|quote|>“What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs;... | ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle.<|quote|>“What and who the devil are you t... | in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw... | “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts... | still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as... | him, in your turn, his quite other view of what makes disloyalty--understanding distinctly, by the same token, that he enjoins on you not to give an odious illustration of it, while he’s away, by discussing and deploring with any _one_ of your extraordinary friends any aspect or feature whatever of his walk and convers... | Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despa... | The Outcry |
So he let her | No speaker | expecting others to mind theirs?”<|quote|>So he let her</|quote|>“have” the stout sound truth, | own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?”<|quote|>So he let her</|quote|>“have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the | are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?”<|quote|... | again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole bles... | darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unle... | spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to ... | as I am for time,” he went on with a glance at his watch while she remained silent-- “is the main sense of what I have to say to you; so that I count on your perfect conformity. When you have told me that I _may_ so count” --and casting about for his hat he espied it and went to take it up-- “I shall more cordially bid... | You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working stra... | The Outcry |
“have” | No speaker | theirs?” So he let her<|quote|>“have”</|quote|>the stout sound truth, as | and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her<|quote|>“have”</|quote|>the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct | What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her<|quote|>“have”</... | word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, bu... | we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear fathe... | because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compas... | time,” he went on with a glance at his watch while she remained silent-- “is the main sense of what I have to say to you; so that I count on your perfect conformity. When you have told me that I _may_ so count” --and casting about for his hat he espied it and went to take it up-- “I shall more cordially bid you good-by... | him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a s... | The Outcry |
the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. | No speaker | So he let her “have”<|quote|>the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel.</|quote|>“You and I, my lady, | expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have”<|quote|>the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel.</|quote|>“You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, | are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have”<|quote|>the st... | at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the... | set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” sh... | he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for... | he went on with a glance at his watch while she remained silent-- “is the main sense of what I have to say to you; so that I count on your perfect conformity. When you have told me that I _may_ so count” --and casting about for his hat he espied it and went to take it up-- “I shall more cordially bid you good-bye.” His... | he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, ... | The Outcry |
“You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” | Theign | view, have made her reel.<|quote|>“You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!”</|quote|>“You don’t unde... | it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel.<|quote|>“You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!”... | doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel.<|quote|>“You and I, my lady, and yo... | it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the diffic... | But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the... | him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a s... | say to you; so that I count on your perfect conformity. When you have told me that I _may_ so count” --and casting about for his hat he espied it and went to take it up-- “I shall more cordially bid you good-bye.” His daughter looked as if she had been for some time expecting the law thus imposed upon her--had been see... | question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” ... | The Outcry |
“You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” | Grace | I understand you to mean!”<|quote|>“You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!”</|quote|>she had the bravery to | or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!”<|quote|>“You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!”</|quote|>she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of | reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!”<|quote|>“You don’t understand me at all--evidently; ... | riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my l... | force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ou... | not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you d... | had been for some time expecting the law thus imposed upon her--had been seeing where he must come out; but in spite of this preparation she made him wait for his reply in such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her th... | “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for E... | The Outcry |
she had the bravery to add, | No speaker | see you don’t want to!”<|quote|>she had the bravery to add,</|quote|>“By ‘our’ sense of what’s | all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!”<|quote|>she had the bravery to add,</|quote|>“By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in | them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!”<|quote|>she had the bravery to add,</|quote|... | business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jo... | see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the de... | of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “t... | he must come out; but in spite of this preparation she made him wait for his reply in such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spoken--of... | tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his st... | The Outcry |
“By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” | Grace | had the bravery to add,<|quote|>“By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.”</|quote|>It gave him then, every | you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add,<|quote|>“By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.”</|quote|>It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the | and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add,<|quote|>“By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nati... | to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us n... | --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘w... | of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal wi... | spite of this preparation she made him wait for his reply in such tension as he had himself created. “To Kitty I’ve practically said nothing--and she herself can tell you why: I’ve in fact scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I s... | reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with... | The Outcry |
It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. | No speaker | only with him I’ve talked.”<|quote|>It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced.</|quote|>“So that ‘you and Mr. | as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.”<|quote|>It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced.</|quote|>“So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for | all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.”<|quote|>It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the... | lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t... | if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the than... | father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be... | scarcely seen her this fortnight. Putting aside then Amy Sandgate, the only person to whom I’ve spoken--of your ‘sacrifice,’ as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you ... | you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She... | The Outcry |
“So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” | Theign | of the scandal he faced.<|quote|>“So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?”</|quote|>Well, she was too earnest--as | the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced.<|quote|>“So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?”</|quote|>Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let | of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced.<|quote|>“So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, f... | rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I ... | are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he l... | to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” ... | as I suppose you’ll let me call it?--is Mr. Hugh Crimble, whom you talk of as my ‘confederate’ at Dedborough.” Lord Theign recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He cert... | he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for... | The Outcry |
Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. | No speaker | and duties of our house?”<|quote|>Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it.</|quote|>“I express to you the | your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?”<|quote|>Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it.</|quote|>“I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most | I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?”<|quote|>Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly... | understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him ... | the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, hav... | frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What... | recovered the name with relief. “Mr. Hugh Crimble--that’s it!--whom you so amazingly caused to be present, and apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act... | for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign ask... | The Outcry |
“I express to you the way we feel.” | Grace | mind his perversion of it.<|quote|>“I express to you the way we feel.”</|quote|>“It’s most striking to hear, | wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it.<|quote|>“I express to you the way we feel.”</|quote|>“It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he | showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it.<|quote|>“I express to you the way w... | want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘... | their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the re... | _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the wor... | apparently invited to be active, at a business that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it’s from that exactly that you’ll now... | blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were-... | The Outcry |
“It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” | Theign | you the way we feel.”<|quote|>“It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express”</|quote|>--he had positively to laugh | of it. “I express to you the way we feel.”<|quote|>“It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express”</|quote|>--he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak | scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.”<|quote|>“It’s most striking to hear, certainly... | “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the sta... | to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us n... | tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his st... | that so little concerned him.” “He certainly took upon himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it’s from that exactly that you’ll now forbear; and ‘interested’ as he may be--for wh... | just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing ... | The Outcry |
--he had positively to laugh for it; | No speaker | hear, certainly, what you express”<|quote|>--he had positively to laugh for it;</|quote|>“and you speak of him, | feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express”<|quote|>--he had positively to laugh for it;</|quote|>“and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as | represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express”<|quote|>--he had positively to laugh ... | in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the propr... | stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or ... | our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pl... | himself to be interested, as I had hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it’s from that exactly that you’ll now forbear; and ‘interested’ as he may be--for which I’m deucedly obliged to him!--you’ll not speak to M... | the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visi... | The Outcry |
“and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” | Theign | positively to laugh for it;<|quote|>“and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.”</|quote|>And then, as if to | what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it;<|quote|>“and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.”</|quote|>And then, as if to fall into no trap he | opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it;<|quote|>“and you speak of him, with your... | Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our h... | the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand y... | “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be... | hoped he would. But it was because I had taken upon _my_ self--” “To act, yes,” Lord Theign broke in, “with the grossest want of delicacy! Well, it’s from that exactly that you’ll now forbear; and ‘interested’ as he may be--for which I’m deucedly obliged to him!--you’ll not speak to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” -... | be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lor... | The Outcry |
And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: | No speaker | have arrived at such unanimity.”<|quote|>And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing:</|quote|>“You must see a great | of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.”<|quote|>And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing:</|quote|>“You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not | “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.”<|quote|>And then, as if to fal... | scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what y... | and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in su... | world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back h... | forbear; and ‘interested’ as he may be--for which I’m deucedly obliged to him!--you’ll not speak to Mr. Crimble again.” “Never again?” --the girl put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular quest... | with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she per... | The Outcry |
“You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” | Theign | all eagerness and rebutted nothing:<|quote|>“You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!”</|quote|>“Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she | laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing:<|quote|>“You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!”</|quote|>“Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly | insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing:<|quote|>“You must see a great deal of... | our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him ... | what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It ga... | mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though i... | put it as for full certitude. “Never of the question that I thus exclude. You may chatter your fill,” said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’... | her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray... | The Outcry |
“Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” | Grace | speak of yourself without him!”<|quote|>“Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father”</|quote|>--she accepted this opening. “I | not to be able to speak of yourself without him!”<|quote|>“Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father”</|quote|>--she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But | I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!”<|quote|>“Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father”</|quote|>-... | “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanim... | want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘... | that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and ... | said his lordship curtly, “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dis... | it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s wha... | The Outcry |
--she accepted this opening. | No speaker | him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father”<|quote|>--she accepted this opening.</|quote|>“I perfectly adopt your term.” | to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father”<|quote|>--she accepted this opening.</|quote|>“I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a | arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father”<|quote|>--she accepted this opening.... | the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as... | the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimbl... | so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are ... | “about any others.” “Why, the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or y... | that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and ... | The Outcry |
“I perfectly adopt your term.” | Grace | father” --she accepted this opening.<|quote|>“I perfectly adopt your term.”</|quote|>But it took her a | without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening.<|quote|>“I perfectly adopt your term.”</|quote|>But it took her a minute to go further. “I | And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening.<|quote|>“I perfectly adopt your ter... | “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into n... | “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the sta... | --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘w... | the particular question you forbid,” Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better stil... | it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the diffic... | The Outcry |
But it took her a minute to go further. | No speaker | “I perfectly adopt your term.”<|quote|>But it took her a minute to go further.</|quote|>“I saw Mr. Crim-ble here | father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.”<|quote|>But it took her a minute to go further.</|quote|>“I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw | fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.”<|quote|>But it took her... | certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be la... | due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opi... | back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us,... | Grace returned with great force, but as if saying something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense ... | more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. ... | The Outcry |
“I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” | Grace | a minute to go further.<|quote|>“I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.”</|quote|>“Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign | term.” But it took her a minute to go further.<|quote|>“I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.”</|quote|>“Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to | for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further.<|quote|>“I saw Mr. Crim-ble ... | for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothi... | mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties... | just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing ... | something very reasonable-- “that question is _the_ question we care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment ... | be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘E... | The Outcry |
“Saw him ‘here’?” | Theign | here half an hour ago.”<|quote|>“Saw him ‘here’?”</|quote|>Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He | further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.”<|quote|>“Saw him ‘here’?”</|quote|>Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy | “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.”<|quote|>“Saw him ‘here’?”</|quote|>Lord T... | insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fe... | since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clear... | _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; ... | care about: it’s our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to co... | smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinte... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign amazedly asked. | No speaker | hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?”<|quote|>Lord Theign amazedly asked.</|quote|>“He _comes_ to you here--and | Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?”<|quote|>Lord Theign amazedly asked.</|quote|>“He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” | a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?”<|quote|>Lord Theign amazedly asked.</... | if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be ... | tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to... | at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedl... | our very ground of conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr... | grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a sense... | The Outcry |
“He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” | Theign | ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked.<|quote|>“He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?”</|quote|>“It wasn’t her business to | an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked.<|quote|>“He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?”</|quote|>“It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she | your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked.<|quote|>“He _comes_ to yo... | him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourse... | with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to min... | it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the diffic... | conversation.” “Then,” her father decreed, “your conversation will please to _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” ... | hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intense... | The Outcry |
“It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” | Grace | Amy Sandgate has been silent?”<|quote|>“It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,”</|quote|>Lady Grace then produced, “that | “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?”<|quote|>“It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,”</|quote|>Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought | without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?”<|quote|>“It wasn’t h... | of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she ac... | of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we... | But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own bu... | _dispense_ with a ground; or you’ll perhaps, better still--if that’s the only way!--dispense with your conversation.” Lady Grace took a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” ... | senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace then produced, | No speaker | me. And I quite expect,”<|quote|>Lady Grace then produced,</|quote|>“that he’ll come again.” It | she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,”<|quote|>Lady Grace then produced,</|quote|>“that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang | a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,”<|quote|>Lady Grace then produced,</|quote|>“th... | he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “... | represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; ... | ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound tr... | a moment as if to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affir... | so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are ... | The Outcry |
“that he’ll come again.” | Grace | expect,” Lady Grace then produced,<|quote|>“that he’ll come again.”</|quote|>It brought down with a | to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced,<|quote|>“that he’ll come again.”</|quote|>It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. | further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced,<|quote|>“that he’ll come again.”</|... | laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble h... | me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with ... | lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and s... | to examine this more closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffe... | so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are ... | The Outcry |
It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. | No speaker | produced, “that he’ll come again.”<|quote|>It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority.</|quote|>“Then I simply exact of | quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.”<|quote|>It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority.</|quote|>“Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see | Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.”<|quote|>It brought down with a... | dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago... | of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we... | but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct forc... | closely. “You require of me not to communicate with Mr. Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essent... | you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every... | The Outcry |
“Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” | Theign | bang all her father’s authority.<|quote|>“Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.”</|quote|>The pause of which she | It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority.<|quote|>“Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.”</|quote|>The pause of which she paid it the deference was | Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority.<|quote|>“Then I simply exact o... | great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_... | was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows wha... | people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her re... | Crimble at all?” “Most assuredly I require it--since it’s to that you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to m... | couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ t... | The Outcry |
The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. | No speaker | that you don’t see him.”<|quote|>The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup.</|quote|>“Is that what you _really_ | I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.”<|quote|>The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup.</|quote|>“Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just | been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.”<|quote|>The pause of which she paid it the def... | of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” “It wasn... | his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have ... | the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into... | you insist on reducing me.” He didn’t look reduced, the master of Dedborough, as he spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whate... | represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; ... | The Outcry |
“Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” | Grace | charged like a brimming cup.<|quote|>“Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?”</|quote|>“What I ‘really meant’ is | paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup.<|quote|>“Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?”</|quote|>“What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you | to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup.<|quote|>“Is that what you _really_ meant by your condi... | your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then pr... | to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might some... | So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough wi... | spoke--which was doubtless precisely because he held his head so high to affirm what he suffered. “Is it so essential to your comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to ... | we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled... | The Outcry |
“What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” | Theign | shall not speak to him?”<|quote|>“What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.”</|quote|>“Have nothing to do with | I do see him I shall not speak to him?”<|quote|>“What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.”</|quote|>“Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing | father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?”<|quote|>“What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that... | ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply e... | as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to ... | view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all-... | comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not he... | “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You... | The Outcry |
“Have nothing to do with him at all?” | Grace | and drop the man altogether.”<|quote|>“Have nothing to do with him at all?”</|quote|>“Have nothing to do with | law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.”<|quote|>“Have nothing to do with him at all?”</|quote|>“Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” | charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.”<|quote|>“Have nothing to do with him at all?”</|quote|>“Have noth... | see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ mea... | such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt... | the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the... | --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in... | ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the cou... | The Outcry |
“Have nothing to do with him at all.” | Theign | do with him at all?”<|quote|>“Have nothing to do with him at all.”</|quote|>“In fact” --she took it | man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?”<|quote|>“Have nothing to do with him at all.”</|quote|>“In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” | you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?”<|quote|>“Have nothing to do with him at all.”</|quote|>“In fact” --she... | I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that... | into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to ... | lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble... | gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admi... | jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, ... | The Outcry |
“In fact” | Grace | do with him at all.”<|quote|>“In fact”</|quote|>--she took it in-- “give | at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.”<|quote|>“In fact”</|quote|>--she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had | when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.”<|quote|>“In fact”</|quote|>--she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impati... | he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “Wh... | for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here hal... | enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, ... | for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign ask... | others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--ma... | The Outcry |
--she took it in-- | No speaker | him at all.” “In fact”<|quote|>--she took it in--</|quote|>“give him wholly up.” He | “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact”<|quote|>--she took it in--</|quote|>“give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You | do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact”<|quote|>--she took it in--</|quote|>“give him wholly up.” He had an impatient ges... | again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘reall... | she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour... | any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, ... | perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as wi... | --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all... | The Outcry |
“give him wholly up.” | Grace | fact” --she took it in--<|quote|>“give him wholly up.”</|quote|>He had an impatient gesture. | with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in--<|quote|>“give him wholly up.”</|quote|>He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I | shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in--<|quote|>“give him wholly up.”</|quote|>He had an impatient gesture. “You so... | with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I reall... | and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” L... | mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him ... | the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I ... | all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesq... | The Outcry |
He had an impatient gesture. | No speaker | in-- “give him wholly up.”<|quote|>He had an impatient gesture.</|quote|>“You sound as if I | “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.”<|quote|>He had an impatient gesture.</|quote|>“You sound as if I asked you to give up | him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.”<|quote|>He had an impatient gesture.</|quote|>“You sound as if I asked y... | her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you... | must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. ... | I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave hi... | much larger way,” she pursued, not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?”... | best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it ... | The Outcry |
“You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” | Theign | He had an impatient gesture.<|quote|>“You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!”</|quote|>And then, though she had | in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture.<|quote|>“You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!”</|quote|>And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily | is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture.<|quote|>“You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!”</|quote|>And... | simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you a... | of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you her... | “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him s... | not heeding that she drew from him a sound of scorn for her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you d... | and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to min... | The Outcry |
And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes. | No speaker | to give up a fortune!”<|quote|>And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes.</|quote|>“You’re so wrapped up in | as if I asked you to give up a fortune!”<|quote|>And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes.</|quote|>“You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice | upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!”<|quote|>And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--... | which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him ... | him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to t... | don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So ... | her “larger.” “It’s of our Treasure itself we talk--and of what can be _done_ in such cases; though with a close application, I admit, to the case that you embody.” “Ah,” Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional... | of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she ac... | The Outcry |
“You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” | Theign | that gathered in her eyes.<|quote|>“You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?”</|quote|>Lady Grace took her time--but | have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes.<|quote|>“You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?”</|quote|>Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued | wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes.<|quote|>“You’re so wrapped up in him that the pr... | speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to gi... | ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “... | all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she ... | Lord Theign asked as with absurd curiosity, “I embody a case?” “Wonderfully, father--as you do everything; and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankl... | the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striki... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. | No speaker | like _that_ sort of thing?”<|quote|>Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered.</|quote|>“I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, | that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?”<|quote|>Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered.</|quote|>“I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, | up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes. “You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?”<|quote|>Lady Grace took her time--but ... | law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation... | been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference w... | every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you... | and it’s the fact of its being exceptional,” she explained, “that makes it so difficult to deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone... | the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s m... | The Outcry |
“I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” | Grace | hold him, what _had_ gathered.<|quote|>“I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up fore... | as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered.<|quote|>“I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see h... | had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes. “You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered.<|quote|>“I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly,... | at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by... | me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just n... | that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had p... | deal with.” His lordship had a gape for it. “‘To deal with’? You’re undertaking to ‘deal’ with me?” She smiled more frankly now, as for a rift in the gloom. “Well, how can we help it if you _will_ be a case?” And then as her tone but visibly darkened his wonder: “What we’ve set our hearts on is saving the picture.” “Wh... | mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties... | The Outcry |
She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, | No speaker | give him up forever, if--if--!”<|quote|>She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again,</|quote|>“If--if--!” while her father caught | cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!”<|quote|>She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again,</|quote|>“If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ | father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!”<|quote|>She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smil... | for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes. “You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, int... | by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” ... | --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all... | our hearts on is saving the picture.” “What you’ve set your hearts on, in other words, is working straight against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pl... | arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perf... | The Outcry |
“If--if--!” | Grace | she began and stopped again,<|quote|>“If--if--!”</|quote|>while her father caught her | that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again,<|quote|>“If--if--!”</|quote|>while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my | I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again,<|quote|>“If--if--!”</|quote|>while her father ... | that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that... | meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, tho... | were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to... | against me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, t... | what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It ga... | The Outcry |
while her father caught her up with irritation. | No speaker | began and stopped again, “If--if--!”<|quote|>while her father caught her up with irritation.</|quote|>“‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, | anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!”<|quote|>while her father caught her up with irritation.</|quote|>“‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the | don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!”<|quote|>while her father caught her ... | the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he h... | is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she... | presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to spea... | me?” But she persisted without heat. “What we’ve set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right... | and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” L... | The Outcry |
“‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” | Theign | caught her up with irritation.<|quote|>“‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?”</|quote|>“If you’ll withdraw the offer | again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation.<|quote|>“‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?”</|quote|>“If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. | to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation.<|quote|>“‘If,’ my lady? I... | thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that does... | the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consterna... | a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics,... | set our hearts on is working for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so... | had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Cr... | The Outcry |
“If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” | Grace | my lady? If _what_, please?”<|quote|>“If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!”</|quote|>He stood staring as at | her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?”<|quote|>“If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!”</|quote|>He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated | But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?”<|quote|>“If ... | showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see h... | and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it h... | gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this ... | for England.” “And pray who in the world’s ‘England,’” he cried in his stupefaction, “unless I am?” “Dear, dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” -... | was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows wha... | The Outcry |
He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. | No speaker | another to any one else!”<|quote|>He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms.</|quote|>“If I’ll obligingly announce to | to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!”<|quote|>He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms.</|quote|>“If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made | however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!”<|quote|>He stood ... | him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intens... | him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her ey... | somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr.... | dear father,” she pleaded, “that’s all we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she in... | we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to f... | The Outcry |
“If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” | Theign | it into his own terms.<|quote|>“If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?”</|quote|>Lady Grace, as if consciously | the size of it--then translated it into his own terms.<|quote|>“If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?”</|quote|>Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to | stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms.<|quote|>“If I’ll obligingly an... | much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught ... | an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes. “You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _t... | a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _come... | fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as ... | see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ mea... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: | No speaker | show me up for one?”<|quote|>Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said:</|quote|>“You don’t agree to my | effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?”<|quote|>Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said:</|quote|>“You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but | another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?”<|quote|>Lady Grace, as if consciously not car... | up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make anothe... | in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes. “You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think ... | it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he... | her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled at him still, though it was strained, as if he really ought to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray... | paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “... | The Outcry |
“You don’t agree to my compromise?” | Grace | minute passed that she said:<|quote|>“You don’t agree to my compromise?”</|quote|>Ah, the question but fatally | drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said:<|quote|>“You don’t agree to my compromise?”</|quote|>Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the | of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said:<|quote|>“You don’t agree to my compro... | my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united... | Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matt... | been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference w... | to perceive. But he glared as at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding... | your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--... | The Outcry |
Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. | No speaker | don’t agree to my compromise?”<|quote|>Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit.</|quote|>“Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ | passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?”<|quote|>Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit.</|quote|>“Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to | your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?”<|quote|>Ah, the question but fatally s... | you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you... | as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll... | to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is th... | at a senseless juggle. “What and who the devil are you talking about? What are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all... | eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ... | The Outcry |
“Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” | Theign | the stiffness of his spirit.<|quote|>“Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?”</|quote|>“You don’t care enough the... | fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit.<|quote|>“Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?”</|quo... | as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit.<|quote|>“Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ o... | any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting t... | exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a... | expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I ... | are ‘we,’ the whole blest lot of us, pray, but the best and most English thing in the country: people walking--and riding!--straight; doing, disinterestedly, most of the difficult and all the thankless jobs; minding their own business, above all, and expecting others to mind theirs?” So he let her “have” the stout soun... | and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” L... | The Outcry |
“You don’t care enough then for what you name?” | Grace | you my last parental word?”<|quote|>“You don’t care enough then for what you name?”</|quote|>--she took it up as | among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?”<|quote|>“You don’t care enough then for what you name?”</|quote|>--she took it up as scarce heeding now what he | the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?”<|quote|>“You don’t care enough then for wha... | up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m ... | I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and nev... | “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she to... | So he let her “have” the stout sound truth, as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough wi... | it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes. “You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, fath... | The Outcry |
--she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. | No speaker | then for what you name?”<|quote|>--she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said.</|quote|>“For putting an end to | word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?”<|quote|>--she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said.</|quote|>“For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give | ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?”<|quote|>--she took it up as scarce heeding... | caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to l... | she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the... | just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatien... | as it were--and so the direct force of it clearly might, by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s ... | charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with hi... | The Outcry |
“For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” | Theign | heeding now what he said.<|quote|>“For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,”</|quote|>said Lord Theign, “of how | took it up as scarce heeding now what he said.<|quote|>“For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,”</|quote|>said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you | and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said.<|quote|>“For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I giv... | of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that... | she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligin... | to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up ... | by his view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me ... | him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intens... | The Outcry |
said Lord Theign, | No speaker | the measure, on the contrary,”<|quote|>said Lord Theign,</|quote|>“of how much I care: | odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,”<|quote|>said Lord Theign,</|quote|>“of how much I care: as you give me, very | have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,”<|quote|>said Lord Theign,</|quote|>“of how much I ca... | don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by u... | lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united ef... | I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--ve... | brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bra... | I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that... | The Outcry |
“of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” | Theign | the contrary,” said Lord Theign,<|quote|>“of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!”</|quote|>But his other words were | give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign,<|quote|>“of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!”</|quote|>But his other words were lost in the hard long | settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign,<|quote|>“of how much I care: as you give me, very s... | my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you ... | please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charmin... | you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if ... | thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ... | The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to... | The Outcry |
But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. | No speaker | of what it costs you--!”<|quote|>But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own.</|quote|>“Of what it costs me | indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!”<|quote|>But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own.</|quote|>“Of what i... | took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!”<|quote|>But his other words were lost in the hard long look a... | on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “F... | staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply ga... | all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes. “Yo... | numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all--evidently; and above all I see you don’t want to!” she had the bravery to add, “By ‘our’ sense of what’s due to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all... | and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it h... | The Outcry |
“Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” | Grace | substituted words of her own.<|quote|>“Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?”</|quote|>“To lose your tenth-rate friend” | meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own.<|quote|>“Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?”</|quote|>“To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. | me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own.<|quote|>“Of what it costs me to redeem the pic... | enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words wer... | Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromis... | in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes. “You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think ... | to the nation in such a case I mean Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion... | I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You soun... | The Outcry |
“To lose your tenth-rate friend” | Theign | me to redeem the picture?”<|quote|>“To lose your tenth-rate friend”</|quote|>--he spoke without scruple now. | own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?”<|quote|>“To lose your tenth-rate friend”</|quote|>--he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent | other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?”<|quote|>“To lose your tenth-rate friend”</|q... | up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which... | to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, h... | by something that gathered in her eyes. “You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wan... | Mr. Crimble’s and mine--and nobody’s else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of o... | don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with ... | The Outcry |
--he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning. | No speaker | “To lose your tenth-rate friend”<|quote|>--he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning.</|quote|>“Father, father, oh--! You hold | me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend”<|quote|>--he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning.</|quote|>“Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” | the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend”<|quote|>--he spoke without scruple n... | what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as ... | the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, o... | her eyes. “You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really... | else at all; since, as I tell you, it’s only with him I’ve talked.” It gave him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest-... | that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’... | The Outcry |
“Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” | Grace | pleading at once and warning.<|quote|>“Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.”</|quote|>He pulled up before her | instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning.<|quote|>“Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.”</|quote|>He pulled up before her again as to thrust the | It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning.<|q... | on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered mean... | she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled... | of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that d... | him then, every inch of him showed, the full, the grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I expr... | by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” ... | The Outcry |
He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back. | No speaker | the thing in your hands.”<|quote|>He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back.</|quote|>“My orders then are so | “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.”<|quote|>He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back.</|quote|>“My orders then are so much rubbish to you?” Lady | meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning. “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.”<|quote|>He ... | care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of... | question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” ... | eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give h... | grotesque measure of the scandal he faced. “So that ‘you and Mr. Crimble’ represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking t... | to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, ... | The Outcry |
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