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Margaret glanced out of the window. | No speaker | taken a flat in Munich."<|quote|>Margaret glanced out of the window.</|quote|>"By we I mean myself | yes, I should. We have taken a flat in Munich."<|quote|>Margaret glanced out of the window.</|quote|>"By we I mean myself and Monica. But for her, | to pardon it. So I must live where I am not known." "But why didn t you tell me, dearest?" "Yes," replied Helen judicially. "I might have, but decided to wait." "I believe you would never have told me." "Oh yes, I should. We have taken a flat in Munich."<|quote|>Margaret glanced out of the window.</|quote|>"By we I mea... | good for me. I will go through them if necessary, but only then. In the second place I have no right to trouble people. I cannot fit in with England as I know it. I have done something that the English never pardon. It would not be right for them to pardon it. So I must live where I am not known." "But why didn t you t... | replied Helen. "My wishes should have been respected. I would have gone through this meeting if it was necessary, but after Aunt Juley recovered, it was not necessary. Planning my life, as I now have to do." "Come away from those books," called Margaret. "Helen, do talk to me." "I was just saying that I have stopped li... | and the car had started, she opened the door. "Oh, my darling!" she said. "My darling, forgive me." Helen was standing in the hall. CHAPTER XXXVII Margaret bolted the door on the inside. Then she would have kissed her sister, but Helen, in a dignified voice, that came strangely from her, said: "Convenient! You did not ... | s doctor s orders. Open the door." "Forgive me, but I will not." "I don t agree." Margaret was silent. "This business is as broad as it s long," contributed the doctor. "We had better all work together. You need us, Mrs. Wilcox, and we need you." "Quite so," said Henry. "I do not need you in the least," said Margaret. ... | too stupid to leave her. Now it was Mr. Mansbridge who called in a low voice to him. "I shall soon find you down at Dolly s," she called, as the gate at last clanged between them. The fly moved out of the way, the motor backed, turned a little, backed again, and turned in the narrow road. A string of farm carts came up... | Howards End |
"I know," said Miss Bartlett civilly. "Yet Freddy ought not to have told even you. One cannot be too careful." | Miss Bartlett | knew she would not mind."<|quote|>"I know," said Miss Bartlett civilly. "Yet Freddy ought not to have told even you. One cannot be too careful."</|quote|>"Quite so." "I do implore | only told me because he knew she would not mind."<|quote|>"I know," said Miss Bartlett civilly. "Yet Freddy ought not to have told even you. One cannot be too careful."</|quote|>"Quite so." "I do implore absolute secrecy. A chance word | present moment." Mr. Beebe raised his eyebrows. Death is a strong word--surely too strong. There was no question of tragedy. He said: "Of course, Miss Honeychurch will make the fact public in her own way, and when she chooses. Freddy only told me because he knew she would not mind."<|quote|>"I know," said Miss Bartlett... | Lucy with her. Minnie was fortunately collecting ferns. She opened the discussion with: "We had much better let the matter drop." "I wonder." "It is of the highest importance that there should be no gossip in Summer Street. It would be DEATH to gossip about Mr. Vyse's dismissal at the present moment." Mr. Beebe raised ... | a resource. She is evidently much worried, as, of course, she ought to be. I know all about it. The marriage was so near that it must have been a hard struggle before she could wind herself up to speak." Miss Bartlett gave a kind of wriggle, and he prepared for a discussion. He had never fathomed Miss Bartlett. As he h... | what I gather from all that I have known of you. I do sympathize and agree most profoundly. I agree so much that you must let me make one little criticism: Is it worth while rushing off to Greece?" "But I must go somewhere!" she cried. "I have been worrying all the morning, and here comes the very thing." She struck he... | She laughed heartily. "Oh, delightful! I wish they'd take me." "Has Italy filled you with the fever of travel? Perhaps George Emerson is right. He says that" 'Italy is only an euphuism for Fate.'" "Oh, not Italy, but Constantinople. I have always longed to go to Constantinople. Constantinople is practically Asia, isn't... | hustled them so quickly that he forgot his hat. When he returned for it he heard, to his relief and surprise, the tinkling of a Mozart Sonata. "She is playing again," he said to Miss Bartlett. "Lucy can always play," was the acid reply. "One is very thankful that she has such a resource. She is evidently much worried, ... | A Room With A View |
"Where's Mr Beaver to-day?" | Unknowable | listen. Next door they said,<|quote|>"Where's Mr Beaver to-day?"</|quote|>"He's flown over to France | luxuriously and settled down to listen. Next door they said,<|quote|>"Where's Mr Beaver to-day?"</|quote|>"He's flown over to France with his mother to see | Northcote laid the foot on her knee and gazed at it with great solemnity; then she picked it up and began tracing the small creases of the sole with the point of a silver pencil case. Brenda wriggled her toes luxuriously and settled down to listen. Next door they said,<|quote|>"Where's Mr Beaver to-day?"</|quote|>"He's... | Daisy. They had dealt cards for precedence. It was Brenda's turn now. She went next door to Mrs Northcote, who was sitting at a stool beside an armchair. She was a dowdy, middle-aged woman with a slightly genteel accent. Brenda sat down and took off her shoe and stocking. Mrs Northcote laid the foot on her knee and gaz... | and four or five others, all women. They were there to consult a new fortune-teller called Mrs Northcote. Mrs Beaver had discovered her and for every five guineas that she earned at her introduction Mrs Beaver took a commission of two pounds twelve and sixpence. She told fortunes in a new way, by reading the soles of t... | on Mrs Rattery's instructions, had been left in the library, and poured himself out whisky and ginger ale. Mrs Rattery had resumed her patience. "Bad interview?" she asked, without looking up. "Awful." He drank the whisky quickly and poured out some more. "Bring me one too, will you?" Tony said, "I only wanted to see h... | octagonal table from Port Said held a Tibetan Buddha of pale soapstone; six ivory elephants from Bombay stood along the top of the radiator. Other cultures, too, were represented by a set of Lalique bottles and powder boxes, a phallic fetish from Senegal, a Dutch copper bowl, a waste-paper basket made of varnished aqua... | know each other so little. How very impertinent of me." "That's all right. People are always surprised. I don't see them often. They're at school somewhere. I took them to the cinema last summer. They're getting quite big. One's going to be good-looking, I think. His father is." "Quarter-past six," said Tony. "He's bou... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No position at all. He is kicking his heels, as my father would say. You see, he has only just finished his military service." | Caroline Abbott | be audacious, and failed pitiably.<|quote|>"No position at all. He is kicking his heels, as my father would say. You see, he has only just finished his military service."</|quote|>"As a private?" "I suppose | waited patiently. She tried to be audacious, and failed pitiably.<|quote|>"No position at all. He is kicking his heels, as my father would say. You see, he has only just finished his military service."</|quote|>"As a private?" "I suppose so. There is general conscription. | pause. He thought she sounded a little defiant, and crushed her at once. "What is he, please? You haven t told me that. What s his position?" She opened her mouth to speak, and no sound came from it. Philip waited patiently. She tried to be audacious, and failed pitiably.<|quote|>"No position at all. He is kicking his ... | attention at the time: he was thinking what to say next. But his eyes had registered the beauty, and next March he did not forget that the road to Monteriano must traverse innumerable flowers. "As far as I have seen him, I do like him," repeated Miss Abbott, after a pause. He thought she sounded a little defiant, and c... | do." At that moment the carriage entered a little wood, which lay brown and sombre across the cultivated hill. The trees of the wood were small and leafless, but noticeable for this--that their stems stood in violets as rocks stand in the summer sea. There are such violets in England, but not so many. Nor are there so ... | Mrs. Theobald s." "I also understand that he is a member of the Italian nobility." She did not reply. "May I be told his name?" Miss Abbott whispered, "Carella." But the driver heard her, and a grin split over his face. The engagement must be known already. "Carella? Conte or Marchese, or what?" "Signor," said Miss Abb... | The curate had consented; so had Mr. Abbott. And here she was in a legno, solitary, dusty, frightened, with as much to answer and to answer for as the most dashing adventuress could desire. They shook hands without speaking. She made room for Philip and his luggage amidst the loud indignation of the unsuccessful driver... | conclude that you like him?" She replied decisively again, "As far as I have seen him, I do." At that moment the carriage entered a little wood, which lay brown and sombre across the cultivated hill. The trees of the wood were small and leafless, but noticeable for this--that their stems stood in violets as rocks stand... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
The young girl and her cicerone were on their way to the gate of the enclosure, so that Winterbourne, who had but lately entered, presently took leave of them. A week afterward he went to dine at a beautiful villa on the Caelian Hill, and, on arriving, dismissed his hired vehicle. The evening was charming, and he promi... | No speaker | answered. "Well, then--I am not!"<|quote|>The young girl and her cicerone were on their way to the gate of the enclosure, so that Winterbourne, who had but lately entered, presently took leave of them. A week afterward he went to dine at a beautiful villa on the Caelian Hill, and, on arriving, dismissed his hired vehic... | no, you don t!" she answered. "Well, then--I am not!"<|quote|>The young girl and her cicerone were on their way to the gate of the enclosure, so that Winterbourne, who had but lately entered, presently took leave of them. A week afterward he went to dine at a beautiful villa on the Caelian Hill, and, on arriving, dismi... | you have mentioned it," she said, "I AM engaged." * * * Winterbourne looked at her; he had stopped laughing. "You don t believe!" she added. He was silent a moment; and then, "Yes, I believe it," he said. "Oh, no, you don t!" she answered. "Well, then--I am not!"<|quote|>The young girl and her cicerone were on their wa... | simply. Winterbourne began to laugh. "And does Randolph believe it?" he asked. "I guess Randolph doesn t believe anything," said Daisy. Randolph s skepticism excited Winterbourne to further hilarity, and he observed that Giovanelli was coming back to them. Daisy, observing it too, addressed herself again to her country... | know what that means?" Daisy was looking at him intently; she began to color. "Do you mean as Mrs. Walker did the other night?" "Exactly!" said Winterbourne. She looked away at Giovanelli, who was decorating himself with his almond blossom. Then looking back at Winterbourne, "I shouldn t think you would let people be s... | t flatter himself with delusive--or at least TOO delusive--hopes of matrimony and dollars. On this occasion he strolled away from his companion to pluck a sprig of almond blossom, which he carefully arranged in his buttonhole. "I know why you say that," said Daisy, watching Giovanelli. "Because you think I go round too... | more and more a matter of fine-spun gallantry. As I have already had occasion to relate, he was angry at finding himself reduced to chopping logic about this young lady; he was vexed at his want of instinctive certitude as to how far her eccentricities were generic, national, and how far they were personal. From either... | going to see the others." "What will they do to me?" "They will give you the cold shoulder. Do you know what that means?" Daisy was looking at him intently; she began to color. "Do you mean as Mrs. Walker did the other night?" "Exactly!" said Winterbourne. She looked away at Giovanelli, who was decorating himself with ... | Daisy Miller |
Mike stood shakily and leaned against the table. | No speaker | one of you literary chaps."<|quote|>Mike stood shakily and leaned against the table.</|quote|>"I'm not clever. But I | other night, Mike." "I'm not one of you literary chaps."<|quote|>Mike stood shakily and leaned against the table.</|quote|>"I'm not clever. But I do know when I'm not | don't be so noisy, Cohn!" "Oh, cut it out, Mike," Cohn said. "Do you think Brett wants you here? Do you think you add to the party? Why don't you say something?" "I said all I had to say the other night, Mike." "I'm not one of you literary chaps."<|quote|>Mike stood shakily and leaned against the table.</|quote|>"I'm n... | than I do?" "Oh, shut up, Mike! Nobody interrupted you." "No, I'd like to get this settled." He turned away from me. "Do you think you amount to something, Cohn? Do you think you belong here among us? People who are out to have a good time? For God's sake don't be so noisy, Cohn!" "Oh, cut it out, Mike," Cohn said. "Do... | drank it down, I rushing it a little because Mike was trying to make it clear that that was not at all what he was going to drink to. But it went off all right, and Pedro Romero shook hands with every one and he and the critic went out together. "My God! he's a lovely boy," Brett said. "And how I would love to see him ... | he say?" "He's drunk." "Jake," Mike called. "Tell him bulls have no balls!" "You understand?" I said. "Yes." I was sure he didn't, so it was all right. "Tell him Brett wants to see him put on those green pants." "Pipe down, Mike." "Tell him Brett is dying to know how he can get into those pants." "Pipe down." During th... | Romero turned to me. He was serious. The critic explained that he liked it very much, but that so far it had been incomplete. "Wait till to-morrow, if a good one comes out." "Have you seen the bulls for to-morrow?" the critic asked me. "Yes. I saw them unloaded." Pedro Romero leaned forward. "What did you think of them... | said. "Really," Romero said in Spanish. "He looks a lot like Villalta. What does the drunken one do?" "Nothing." "Is that why he drinks?" "No. He's waiting to marry this lady." "Tell him bulls have no balls!" Mike shouted, very drunk, from the other end of the table. "What does he say?" "He's drunk." "Jake," Mike calle... | The Sun Also Rises |
"And the thing is certainly true. It is not a mere bit of gossip. We have it from Frederick himself. His sister had a letter from him yesterday, in which he tells us of it, and he had just had it in a letter from Harville, written upon the spot, from Uppercross. I fancy they are all at Uppercross." | Admiral Croft | the Admiral interrupted her with--<|quote|>"And the thing is certainly true. It is not a mere bit of gossip. We have it from Frederick himself. His sister had a letter from him yesterday, in which he tells us of it, and he had just had it in a letter from Harville, written upon the spot, from Uppercross. I fancy they a... | of the two friends," but the Admiral interrupted her with--<|quote|>"And the thing is certainly true. It is not a mere bit of gossip. We have it from Frederick himself. His sister had a letter from him yesterday, in which he tells us of it, and he had just had it in a letter from Harville, written upon the spot, from U... | and gentleness being incompatible with each other, not at all to represent Captain Benwick's manners as the very best that could possibly be; and, after a little hesitation, she was beginning to say, "I was not entering into any comparison of the two friends," but the Admiral interrupted her with--<|quote|>"And the thi... | is rather too piano for me; and though very likely it is all our partiality, Sophy and I cannot help thinking Frederick's manners better than his. There is something about Frederick more to our taste." Anne was caught. She had only meant to oppose the too common idea of spirit and gentleness being incompatible with eac... | commander, it is true, made last summer, and these are bad times for getting on, but he has not another fault that I know of. An excellent, good-hearted fellow, I assure you; a very active, zealous officer too, which is more than you would think for, perhaps, for that soft sort of manner does not do him justice." "Inde... | wonder was, what they could be waiting for, till the business at Lyme came; then, indeed, it was clear enough that they must wait till her brain was set to right. But even then there was something odd in their way of going on. Instead of staying at Lyme, he went off to Plymouth, and then he went off to see Edward. When... | with some of my best men. I will tell you the whole story another time. There comes old Sir Archibald Drew and his grandson. Look, he sees us; he kisses his hand to you; he takes you for my wife. Ah! the peace has come too soon for that younker. Poor old Sir Archibald! How do you like Bath, Miss Elliot? It suits us ver... | then there was something odd in their way of going on. Instead of staying at Lyme, he went off to Plymouth, and then he went off to see Edward. When we came back from Minehead he was gone down to Edward's, and there he has been ever since. We have seen nothing of him since November. Even Sophy could not understand it. ... | Persuasion |
"said the other. Why them footmarks bare. Like what you makes in mud." | The Invisible Man | "em, \"said one.\" See what?<|quote|>\"said the other. Why them footmarks bare. Like what you makes (...TRUNCATED) | "the railings by me.\" See em, \"said one.\" See what?<|quote|>\"said the other. Why them footmarks (...TRUNCATED) | "seemed an interminable time to me before the tide of the crowd washed along the pavement by me. Thu(...TRUNCATED) | "railings, and stood there until the crowd should have passed. Happily the dog stopped at the noise (...TRUNCATED) | "so, and went some way along Montague Street before I realised what I was running towards.\" \"Then (...TRUNCATED) | "invisibility indeed! The one thought that possessed me was how was I to get out of the scrape I was(...TRUNCATED) | "sudden rush for this, and his extending fingers took me with excruciating violence under the ear. I(...TRUNCATED) | "turn of my adventure. And not only trembling, but shivering. It was a bright day in January and I w(...TRUNCATED) | The Invisible Man |
"\"Oh! no--it is not for _me_ to be driven away by Mr. Darcy. If _he_ wishes to avoid seeing _me_, h(...TRUNCATED) | George Wickham | "his being in the neighbourhood.\"<|quote|>\"Oh! no--it is not for _me_ to be driven away by Mr. Dar(...TRUNCATED) | "will not be affected by his being in the neighbourhood.\"<|quote|>\"Oh! no--it is not for _me_ to b(...TRUNCATED) | "speaking, \"whether he is likely to be in this country much longer.\" \"I do not at all know; but I(...TRUNCATED) | "his fortune and consequence, or frightened by his high and imposing manners, and sees him only as h(...TRUNCATED) | "express it quite so strongly anywhere else.--Here you are in your own family.\" \"Upon my word I sa(...TRUNCATED) | "\"About a month,\" said Elizabeth; and then, unwilling to let the subject drop, added, \"He is a ma(...TRUNCATED) | "set, and the best of them were of the present party; but Mr. Wickham was as far beyond them all in (...TRUNCATED) | "could not but look surprised. \"You may well be surprised, Miss Bennet, at such an assertion, after(...TRUNCATED) | Pride And Prejudice |
"What am _I_ to do?" | Mr. Thomas Marvel | what am I to do?"<|quote|>"What am _I_ to do?"</|quote|>asked Marvel, _sotto voce_. "It | "I was invisible! And now what am I to do?\"<|quote|>\"What am _I_ to do?\"</|quote|>asked Marvel, _(...TRUNCATED) | "s bad enough to let these floundering yokels explode my little secret, without _your_ cutting off w(...TRUNCATED) | "I to know the blessed turning? As it is, I ve been knocked about\" \"You ll get knocked about a gre(...TRUNCATED) | "voice other than his own, and ever and again he winced under the touch of unseen hands. \"If you gi(...TRUNCATED) | "Invisible Man amused himself for a little while by breaking all the windows in the \"Coach and Hors(...TRUNCATED) | "him as he was halfway up the inn steps he heard a sudden yell of rage, rising sharply out of the co(...TRUNCATED) | "slamming and fights for hiding-places. You must figure the tumult suddenly striking on the unstable(...TRUNCATED) | The Invisible Man |
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