diff --git a/CHANGELOG.md b/CHANGELOG.md index 5fe0574..f9d5406 100644 --- a/CHANGELOG.md +++ b/CHANGELOG.md @@ -1,5 +1,11 @@ # Changelog +## v0.21.0 + +### Breaking Changes + +- Special tokens are now also encoded by both Huggingface and Tiktoken tokenizers. This is closer to the default behavior on the Python side, and should make sure if a model adds tokens at the beginning or end of a sequence, these are accounted for as well. + ## v0.20.0 ### Breaking Changes diff --git a/Cargo.lock b/Cargo.lock index 75433f4..06d414b 100644 --- a/Cargo.lock +++ b/Cargo.lock @@ -2050,7 +2050,7 @@ dependencies = [ [[package]] name = "semantic-text-splitter" -version = "0.20.0" +version = "0.21.0" dependencies = [ "pyo3", "rayon", @@ -2318,7 +2318,7 @@ dependencies = [ [[package]] name = "text-splitter" -version = "0.20.0" +version = "0.21.0" dependencies = [ "ahash", "auto_enums", diff --git a/Cargo.toml b/Cargo.toml index cc7e363..2716da4 100644 --- a/Cargo.toml +++ b/Cargo.toml @@ -2,7 +2,7 @@ members = ["bindings/*"] [workspace.package] -version = "0.20.0" +version = "0.21.0" authors = ["Ben Brandt "] edition = "2021" description = "Split text into semantic chunks, up to a desired chunk size. Supports calculating length by characters and tokens, and is callable from Rust and Python." diff --git a/src/chunk_size/huggingface.rs b/src/chunk_size/huggingface.rs index eb6c0c3..64a9cad 100644 --- a/src/chunk_size/huggingface.rs +++ b/src/chunk_size/huggingface.rs @@ -33,7 +33,7 @@ impl ChunkSizer for &Tokenizer { /// encounters text it can't tokenize. fn size(&self, chunk: &str) -> usize { let encoding = self - .encode(chunk, false) + .encode(chunk, true) .expect("Unable to tokenize the following string {chunk}"); let pad_id = self.get_padding().map(|params| params.pad_id); @@ -61,7 +61,8 @@ mod tests { fn returns_size() { let tokenizer = Tokenizer::from_pretrained("bert-base-cased", None).unwrap(); let size = tokenizer.size(" An apple a"); - assert_eq!(size, 3); + // Bert has a beginning and end token + assert_eq!(size, 5); } #[test] @@ -77,7 +78,8 @@ mod tests { fn handles_padding() { let tokenizer = Tokenizer::from_pretrained("thenlper/gte-small", None).unwrap(); let size = tokenizer.size("An apple a"); - assert_eq!(size, 3); + // Has a beginning and end token + assert_eq!(size, 5); } #[test] @@ -87,8 +89,9 @@ mod tests { // Need to ensure chunk is large enough to cause Encoding overflows. assert_eq!( - tokenizer.size("An apple a day keeps the doctor away.".repeat(100).as_str()), - 900 + tokenizer.size(" An apple a day keeps the doctor away".repeat(16).as_str()), + // Overflows at 128, with special tokens at beginning and end of each section of tokens + 132 ); } } diff --git a/src/chunk_size/tiktoken.rs b/src/chunk_size/tiktoken.rs index 154465f..337c822 100644 --- a/src/chunk_size/tiktoken.rs +++ b/src/chunk_size/tiktoken.rs @@ -5,7 +5,7 @@ use crate::ChunkSizer; impl ChunkSizer for &CoreBPE { /// Returns the number of tokens in a given text after tokenization. fn size(&self, chunk: &str) -> usize { - self.encode_ordinary(chunk).len() + self.encode_with_special_tokens(chunk).len() } } diff --git a/tests/snapshots/snapshots__romeo_and_juliet_Tokenizers_trim_32.snap b/tests/snapshots/snapshots__romeo_and_juliet_Tokenizers_trim_32.snap index 5a3c1d9..0b71e1c 100644 --- a/tests/snapshots/snapshots__romeo_and_juliet_Tokenizers_trim_32.snap +++ b/tests/snapshots/snapshots__romeo_and_juliet_Tokenizers_trim_32.snap @@ -1,29 +1,32 @@ --- source: tests/snapshots.rs expression: chunks +snapshot_kind: text --- - "The Project Gutenberg eBook of Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare" - "This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and\nmost other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions" - "whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms" - of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -- "www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you\nwill have to check the laws of the country where you are located before" -- "using this eBook.\n\nTitle: Romeo and Juliet\n\nAuthor: William Shakespeare" +- "www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you" +- "will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before\nusing this eBook.\n\nTitle: Romeo and Juliet\n\nAuthor: William Shakespeare" - "Release Date: November, 1998 [eBook #1513]\n[Most recently updated: May 11, 2022]\n\nLanguage: English" - "Produced by: the PG Shakespeare Team, a team of about twenty Project Gutenberg volunteers." -- "*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET *" -- "**" +- "*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND" +- JULIET *** - THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET - by William Shakespeare - "Contents\n\nTHE PROLOGUE." -- "ACT I\nScene I. A public place.\nScene II. A Street.\nScene III. Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene IV. A Street." -- Scene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House. +- "ACT I\nScene I. A public place.\nScene II. A Street.\nScene III. Room in Capulet’s House." +- "Scene IV. A Street.\nScene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House." - "ACT II\nCHORUS.\nScene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.\nScene II. Capulet’s Garden." - "Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene IV. A Street.\nScene V. Capulet’s Garden." - Scene VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. -- "ACT III\nScene I. A public Place.\nScene II. A Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell." -- "Scene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden." -- "ACT IV\nScene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene II. Hall in Capulet’s House.\nScene III. Juliet’s Chamber." -- "Scene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.\nScene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed." +- "ACT III\nScene I. A public Place.\nScene II. A Room in Capulet’s House." +- "Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.\nScene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House." +- "Scene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden." +- "ACT IV\nScene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene II. Hall in Capulet’s House." +- "Scene III. Juliet’s Chamber.\nScene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House." +- Scene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed. - "ACT V\nScene I. Mantua. A Street.\nScene II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell." - Scene III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets. - Dramatis Personæ @@ -35,21 +38,22 @@ expression: chunks - "BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo." - "CAPULET, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Montagues." - "LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.\nJULIET, daughter to Capulet." -- "TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.\nCAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man.\nNURSE to Juliet." -- "PETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse.\nSAMPSON, servant to Capulet.\nGREGORY, servant to Capulet." -- Servants. +- "TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.\nCAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man." +- "NURSE to Juliet.\nPETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse.\nSAMPSON, servant to Capulet." +- "GREGORY, servant to Capulet.\nServants." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan.\nFRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.\nAn Apothecary." - "CHORUS.\nThree Musicians.\nAn Officer.\nCitizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses;" - "Maskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants." - "SCENE. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in the\nFifth Act, at Mantua." - "THE PROLOGUE\n\n Enter Chorus." - "CHORUS.\nTwo households, both alike in dignity,\nIn fair Verona, where we lay our scene," -- "From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,\nWhere civil blood makes civil hands unclean.\nFrom forth the fatal loins of these two foes" -- "A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;\nWhose misadventur’d piteous overthrows" -- "Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.\nThe fearful passage of their death-mark’d love," -- "And the continuance of their parents’ rage,\nWhich, but their children’s end, nought could remove," -- "Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;\nThe which, if you with patient ears attend," -- "What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.\n\n [_Exit._]" +- "From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,\nWhere civil blood makes civil hands unclean." +- "From forth the fatal loins of these two foes\nA pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;" +- "Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows\nDoth with their death bury their parents’ strife." +- "The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,\nAnd the continuance of their parents’ rage," +- "Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,\nIs now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;" +- "The which, if you with patient ears attend,\nWhat here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend." +- "[_Exit._]" - "ACT I\n\nSCENE I. A public place.\n\n Enter Sampson and Gregory armed with swords and bucklers." - "SAMPSON.\nGregory, on my word, we’ll not carry coals." - "GREGORY.\nNo, for then we should be colliers." @@ -59,7 +63,8 @@ expression: chunks - "SAMPSON.\nA dog of the house of Montague moves me." - "GREGORY.\nTo move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou" - "art moved, thou runn’st away." -- "SAMPSON.\nA dog of that house shall move me to stand.\nI will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s." +- "SAMPSON.\nA dog of that house shall move me to stand." +- I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s. - "GREGORY.\nThat shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the wall." - "SAMPSON.\nTrue, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to" - "the wall: therefore I will push Montague’s men from the wall, and\nthrust his maids to the wall." @@ -73,7 +78,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of Montagues.\n\n Enter Abram and Balthasar." - "SAMPSON.\nMy naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee." - "GREGORY.\nHow? Turn thy back and run?\n\nSAMPSON.\nFear me not." -- "GREGORY.\nNo, marry; I fear thee!\n\nSAMPSON.\nLet us take the law of our sides; let them begin." +- "GREGORY.\nNo, marry; I fear thee!" +- "SAMPSON.\nLet us take the law of our sides; let them begin." - "GREGORY.\nI will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list." - "SAMPSON.\nNay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to" - "them if they bear it.\n\nABRAM.\nDo you bite your thumb at us, sir?" @@ -83,14 +89,16 @@ expression: chunks - "GREGORY.\nDo you quarrel, sir?\n\nABRAM.\nQuarrel, sir? No, sir." - "SAMPSON.\nBut if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you." - "ABRAM.\nNo better.\n\nSAMPSON.\nWell, sir.\n\n Enter Benvolio." -- "GREGORY.\nSay better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.\n\nSAMPSON.\nYes, better, sir." -- "ABRAM.\nYou lie.\n\nSAMPSON.\nDraw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow." -- "[_They fight._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nPart, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do." +- "GREGORY.\nSay better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen." +- "SAMPSON.\nYes, better, sir.\n\nABRAM.\nYou lie." +- "SAMPSON.\nDraw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.\n\n [_They fight._]" +- "BENVOLIO.\nPart, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do." - "[_Beats down their swords._]\n\n Enter Tybalt." - "TYBALT.\nWhat, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?\nTurn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death." - "BENVOLIO.\nI do but keep the peace, put up thy sword,\nOr manage it to part these men with me." -- "TYBALT.\nWhat, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word\nAs I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:" -- "Have at thee, coward.\n\n [_They fight._]\n\n Enter three or four Citizens with clubs." +- "TYBALT.\nWhat, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word" +- "As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:\nHave at thee, coward.\n\n [_They fight._]" +- Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. - "FIRST CITIZEN.\nClubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down!" - "Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!\n\n Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet." - "CAPULET.\nWhat noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!" @@ -101,14 +109,14 @@ expression: chunks - "Enter Prince Escalus, with Attendants." - "PRINCE.\nRebellious subjects, enemies to peace,\nProfaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—" - "Will they not hear? What, ho! You men, you beasts,\nThat quench the fire of your pernicious rage" -- "With purple fountains issuing from your veins,\nOn pain of torture, from those bloody hands\nThrow your mistemper’d weapons to the ground" -- "And hear the sentence of your moved prince.\nThree civil brawls, bred of an airy word," -- "By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,\nHave thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,\nAnd made Verona’s ancient citizens" -- "Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,\nTo wield old partisans, in hands as old," -- "Canker’d with peace, to part your canker’d hate.\nIf ever you disturb our streets again," -- "Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.\nFor this time all the rest depart away:\nYou, Capulet, shall go along with me," -- "And Montague, come you this afternoon,\nTo know our farther pleasure in this case,\nTo old Free-town, our common judgement-place." -- "Once more, on pain of death, all men depart." +- "With purple fountains issuing from your veins,\nOn pain of torture, from those bloody hands" +- "Throw your mistemper’d weapons to the ground\nAnd hear the sentence of your moved prince." +- "Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,\nBy thee, old Capulet, and Montague," +- "Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,\nAnd made Verona’s ancient citizens\nCast by their grave beseeming ornaments," +- "To wield old partisans, in hands as old,\nCanker’d with peace, to part your canker’d hate." +- "If ever you disturb our streets again,\nYour lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.\nFor this time all the rest depart away:" +- "You, Capulet, shall go along with me,\nAnd Montague, come you this afternoon,\nTo know our farther pleasure in this case," +- "To old Free-town, our common judgement-place.\nOnce more, on pain of death, all men depart." - "[_Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Tybalt,\n Citizens and Servants._]" - "MONTAGUE.\nWho set this ancient quarrel new abroach?\nSpeak, nephew, were you by when it began?" - "BENVOLIO.\nHere were the servants of your adversary\nAnd yours, close fighting ere I did approach." @@ -116,28 +124,33 @@ expression: chunks - "Which, as he breath’d defiance to my ears,\nHe swung about his head, and cut the winds," - "Who nothing hurt withal, hiss’d him in scorn.\nWhile we were interchanging thrusts and blows" - "Came more and more, and fought on part and part,\nTill the Prince came, who parted either part." -- "LADY MONTAGUE.\nO where is Romeo, saw you him today?\nRight glad I am he was not at this fray." +- "LADY MONTAGUE.\nO where is Romeo, saw you him today?" +- Right glad I am he was not at this fray. - "BENVOLIO.\nMadam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun\nPeer’d forth the golden window of the east," - "A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad,\nWhere underneath the grove of sycamore\nThat westward rooteth from this city side," -- "So early walking did I see your son.\nTowards him I made, but he was ware of me,\nAnd stole into the covert of the wood." -- "I, measuring his affections by my own,\nWhich then most sought where most might not be found,\nBeing one too many by my weary self," -- "Pursu’d my humour, not pursuing his,\nAnd gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me." +- "So early walking did I see your son.\nTowards him I made, but he was ware of me," +- "And stole into the covert of the wood.\nI, measuring his affections by my own,\nWhich then most sought where most might not be found," +- "Being one too many by my weary self,\nPursu’d my humour, not pursuing his," +- And gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me. - "MONTAGUE.\nMany a morning hath he there been seen,\nWith tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew," -- "Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;\nBut all so soon as the all-cheering sun\nShould in the farthest east begin to draw" -- "The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,\nAway from light steals home my heavy son,\nAnd private in his chamber pens himself," -- "Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out\nAnd makes himself an artificial night.\nBlack and portentous must this humour prove," -- "Unless good counsel may the cause remove.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nMy noble uncle, do you know the cause?" +- "Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;\nBut all so soon as the all-cheering sun" +- "Should in the farthest east begin to draw\nThe shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,\nAway from light steals home my heavy son," +- "And private in his chamber pens himself,\nShuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out\nAnd makes himself an artificial night." +- "Black and portentous must this humour prove,\nUnless good counsel may the cause remove." +- "BENVOLIO.\nMy noble uncle, do you know the cause?" - "MONTAGUE.\nI neither know it nor can learn of him." - "BENVOLIO.\nHave you importun’d him by any means?" - "MONTAGUE.\nBoth by myself and many other friends;\nBut he, his own affections’ counsellor," - "Is to himself—I will not say how true—\nBut to himself so secret and so close,\nSo far from sounding and discovery," -- "As is the bud bit with an envious worm\nEre he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,\nOr dedicate his beauty to the sun." -- "Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,\nWe would as willingly give cure as know.\n\n Enter Romeo." -- "BENVOLIO.\nSee, where he comes. So please you step aside;\nI’ll know his grievance or be much denied." +- "As is the bud bit with an envious worm\nEre he can spread his sweet leaves to the air," +- "Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.\nCould we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,\nWe would as willingly give cure as know." +- Enter Romeo. +- "BENVOLIO.\nSee, where he comes. So please you step aside;" +- I’ll know his grievance or be much denied. - "MONTAGUE.\nI would thou wert so happy by thy stay" -- "To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away,\n\n [_Exeunt Montague and Lady Montague._]" -- "BENVOLIO.\nGood morrow, cousin.\n\nROMEO.\nIs the day so young?" -- "BENVOLIO.\nBut new struck nine." +- "To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away," +- "[_Exeunt Montague and Lady Montague._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nGood morrow, cousin." +- "ROMEO.\nIs the day so young?\n\nBENVOLIO.\nBut new struck nine." - "ROMEO.\nAy me, sad hours seem long.\nWas that my father that went hence so fast?" - "BENVOLIO.\nIt was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?" - "ROMEO.\nNot having that which, having, makes them short.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nIn love?\n\nROMEO.\nOut." @@ -154,9 +167,10 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nWhy such is love’s transgression.\nGriefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast," - "Which thou wilt propagate to have it prest\nWith more of thine. This love that thou hast shown" - "Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.\nLove is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;" -- "Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;\nBeing vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:" -- "What is it else? A madness most discreet,\nA choking gall, and a preserving sweet.\nFarewell, my coz." -- "[_Going._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nSoft! I will go along:\nAnd if you leave me so, you do me wrong." +- "Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;" +- "Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:\nWhat is it else? A madness most discreet," +- "A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.\nFarewell, my coz.\n\n [_Going._]" +- "BENVOLIO.\nSoft! I will go along:\nAnd if you leave me so, you do me wrong." - "ROMEO.\nTut! I have lost myself; I am not here.\nThis is not Romeo, he’s some other where." - "BENVOLIO.\nTell me in sadness who is that you love?\n\nROMEO.\nWhat, shall I groan and tell thee?" - "BENVOLIO.\nGroan! Why, no; but sadly tell me who." @@ -179,22 +193,25 @@ expression: chunks - "BENVOLIO.\nBy giving liberty unto thine eyes;\nExamine other beauties." - "ROMEO.\n’Tis the way\nTo call hers, exquisite, in question more.\nThese happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows," - "Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair;\nHe that is strucken blind cannot forget\nThe precious treasure of his eyesight lost." -- "Show me a mistress that is passing fair,\nWhat doth her beauty serve but as a note\nWhere I may read who pass’d that passing fair?" -- "Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nI’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt." -- "[_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. A Street.\n\n Enter Capulet, Paris and Servant." +- "Show me a mistress that is passing fair,\nWhat doth her beauty serve but as a note" +- "Where I may read who pass’d that passing fair?\nFarewell, thou canst not teach me to forget." +- "BENVOLIO.\nI’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" +- "SCENE II. A Street.\n\n Enter Capulet, Paris and Servant." - "CAPULET.\nBut Montague is bound as well as I,\nIn penalty alike; and ’tis not hard, I think," - For men so old as we to keep the peace. - "PARIS.\nOf honourable reckoning are you both,\nAnd pity ’tis you liv’d at odds so long." - "But now my lord, what say you to my suit?" - "CAPULET.\nBut saying o’er what I have said before.\nMy child is yet a stranger in the world," -- "She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;\nLet two more summers wither in their pride\nEre we may think her ripe to be a bride." -- "PARIS.\nYounger than she are happy mothers made." +- "She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;\nLet two more summers wither in their pride" +- "Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.\n\nPARIS.\nYounger than she are happy mothers made." - "CAPULET.\nAnd too soon marr’d are those so early made.\nThe earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she," -- "She is the hopeful lady of my earth:\nBut woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,\nMy will to her consent is but a part;" -- "And she agree, within her scope of choice\nLies my consent and fair according voice.\nThis night I hold an old accustom’d feast," -- "Whereto I have invited many a guest,\nSuch as I love, and you among the store,\nOne more, most welcome, makes my number more." -- "At my poor house look to behold this night\nEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:\nSuch comfort as do lusty young men feel" -- "When well apparell’d April on the heel\nOf limping winter treads, even such delight\nAmong fresh female buds shall you this night" +- "She is the hopeful lady of my earth:\nBut woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart," +- "My will to her consent is but a part;\nAnd she agree, within her scope of choice\nLies my consent and fair according voice." +- "This night I hold an old accustom’d feast,\nWhereto I have invited many a guest," +- "Such as I love, and you among the store,\nOne more, most welcome, makes my number more." +- "At my poor house look to behold this night\nEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:" +- "Such comfort as do lusty young men feel\nWhen well apparell’d April on the heel" +- "Of limping winter treads, even such delight\nAmong fresh female buds shall you this night" - "Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see,\nAnd like her most whose merit most shall be:" - "Which, on more view of many, mine, being one,\nMay stand in number, though in reckoning none." - "Come, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about\nThrough fair Verona; find those persons out" @@ -218,55 +235,66 @@ expression: chunks - "SERVANT.\nPerhaps you have learned it without book.\nBut I pray, can you read anything you see?" - "ROMEO.\nAy, If I know the letters and the language.\n\nSERVANT.\nYe say honestly, rest you merry!" - "ROMEO.\nStay, fellow; I can read.\n\n [_He reads the letter._]" -- "_Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;\nCounty Anselmo and his beauteous sisters;\nThe lady widow of Utruvio;" -- "Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces;\nMercutio and his brother Valentine;\nMine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters;" -- "My fair niece Rosaline and Livia;\nSignior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;\nLucio and the lively Helena. _" +- "_Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;\nCounty Anselmo and his beauteous sisters;" +- "The lady widow of Utruvio;\nSignior Placentio and his lovely nieces;\nMercutio and his brother Valentine;" +- "Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters;\nMy fair niece Rosaline and Livia;" +- "Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;\nLucio and the lively Helena. _" - "A fair assembly. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come?\n\nSERVANT.\nUp." - "ROMEO.\nWhither to supper?\n\nSERVANT.\nTo our house.\n\nROMEO.\nWhose house?" - "SERVANT.\nMy master’s.\n\nROMEO.\nIndeed I should have ask’d you that before." - "SERVANT.\nNow I’ll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet," - "and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a\ncup of wine. Rest you merry." - "[_Exit._]" -- "BENVOLIO.\nAt this same ancient feast of Capulet’s\nSups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st;" -- "With all the admired beauties of Verona.\nGo thither and with unattainted eye," -- "Compare her face with some that I shall show,\nAnd I will make thee think thy swan a crow." +- "BENVOLIO.\nAt this same ancient feast of Capulet’s" +- "Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st;\nWith all the admired beauties of Verona." +- "Go thither and with unattainted eye,\nCompare her face with some that I shall show," +- And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. - "ROMEO.\nWhen the devout religion of mine eye\nMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire;" - "And these who, often drown’d, could never die,\nTransparent heretics, be burnt for liars." - "One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun\nNe’er saw her match since first the world begun." -- "BENVOLIO.\nTut, you saw her fair, none else being by,\nHerself pois’d with herself in either eye:" -- "But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d\nYour lady’s love against some other maid\nThat I will show you shining at this feast," +- "BENVOLIO.\nTut, you saw her fair, none else being by," +- "Herself pois’d with herself in either eye:\nBut in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d" +- "Your lady’s love against some other maid\nThat I will show you shining at this feast," - And she shall scant show well that now shows best. -- "ROMEO.\nI’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,\nBut to rejoice in splendour of my own." -- "[_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse." +- "ROMEO.\nI’ll go along, no such sight to be shown," +- "But to rejoice in splendour of my own.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" +- "SCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse." - "LADY CAPULET.\nNurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me." -- "NURSE.\nNow, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,\nI bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird!" -- "God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\nJULIET.\nHow now, who calls?" -- "NURSE.\nYour mother.\n\nJULIET.\nMadam, I am here. What is your will?" -- "LADY CAPULET.\nThis is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,\nWe must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again," -- "I have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.\nThou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age." -- "NURSE.\nFaith, I can tell her age unto an hour.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nShe’s not fourteen." +- "NURSE.\nNow, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old," +- "I bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird!\nGod forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!" +- "Enter Juliet.\n\nJULIET.\nHow now, who calls?\n\nNURSE.\nYour mother." +- "JULIET.\nMadam, I am here. What is your will?" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nThis is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile," +- "We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,\nI have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel." +- "Thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.\n\nNURSE.\nFaith, I can tell her age unto an hour." +- "LADY CAPULET.\nShe’s not fourteen." - "NURSE.\nI’ll lay fourteen of my teeth,\nAnd yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four," -- "She is not fourteen. How long is it now\nTo Lammas-tide?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nA fortnight and odd days." +- "She is not fourteen. How long is it now\nTo Lammas-tide?" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nA fortnight and odd days." - "NURSE.\nEven or odd, of all days in the year,\nCome Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen." - "Susan and she,—God rest all Christian souls!—\nWere of an age. Well, Susan is with God;" - "She was too good for me. But as I said,\nOn Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen;" - "That shall she, marry; I remember it well.\n’Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;" - "And she was wean’d,—I never shall forget it—,\nOf all the days of the year, upon that day:" -- "For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,\nSitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall;\nMy lord and you were then at Mantua:" -- "Nay, I do bear a brain. But as I said,\nWhen it did taste the wormwood on the nipple" -- "Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,\nTo see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug!" +- "For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,\nSitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall;" +- "My lord and you were then at Mantua:\nNay, I do bear a brain. But as I said," +- "When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple\nOf my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool," +- "To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug!" - "Shake, quoth the dovehouse: ’twas no need, I trow,\nTo bid me trudge." - "And since that time it is eleven years;\nFor then she could stand alone; nay, by th’rood" -- "She could have run and waddled all about;\nFor even the day before she broke her brow,\nAnd then my husband,—God be with his soul!" -- "A was a merry man,—took up the child:\n‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?" +- "She could have run and waddled all about;\nFor even the day before she broke her brow," +- "And then my husband,—God be with his soul!\nA was a merry man,—took up the child:" +- "‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?" - "Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;\nWilt thou not, Jule?’ and, by my holidame," - "The pretty wretch left crying, and said ‘Ay’.\nTo see now how a jest shall come about." -- "I warrant, and I should live a thousand years,\nI never should forget it. ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he;" +- "I warrant, and I should live a thousand years," +- "I never should forget it. ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he;" - "And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said ‘Ay.’" - "LADY CAPULET.\nEnough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace." - "NURSE.\nYes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh,\nTo think it should leave crying, and say ‘Ay’;" - "And yet I warrant it had upon it brow\nA bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone;" -- "A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly.\n‘Yea,’ quoth my husband, ‘fall’st upon thy face?" +- "A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly." +- "‘Yea,’ quoth my husband, ‘fall’st upon thy face?" - Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; - "Wilt thou not, Jule?’ it stinted, and said ‘Ay’." - "JULIET.\nAnd stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I." @@ -283,26 +311,27 @@ expression: chunks - "LADY CAPULET.\nVerona’s summer hath not such a flower." - "NURSE.\nNay, he’s a flower, in faith a very flower." - "LADY CAPULET.\nWhat say you, can you love the gentleman?\nThis night you shall behold him at our feast;" -- "Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,\nAnd find delight writ there with beauty’s pen.\nExamine every married lineament," -- "And see how one another lends content;\nAnd what obscur’d in this fair volume lies," -- "Find written in the margent of his eyes.\nThis precious book of love, this unbound lover,\nTo beautify him, only lacks a cover:" -- "The fish lives in the sea; and ’tis much pride\nFor fair without the fair within to hide." -- "That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,\nThat in gold clasps locks in the golden story;" -- "So shall you share all that he doth possess,\nBy having him, making yourself no less." -- "NURSE.\nNo less, nay bigger. Women grow by men." +- "Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,\nAnd find delight writ there with beauty’s pen." +- "Examine every married lineament,\nAnd see how one another lends content;\nAnd what obscur’d in this fair volume lies," +- "Find written in the margent of his eyes.\nThis precious book of love, this unbound lover," +- "To beautify him, only lacks a cover:\nThe fish lives in the sea; and ’tis much pride" +- "For fair without the fair within to hide.\nThat book in many’s eyes doth share the glory," +- "That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;\nSo shall you share all that he doth possess," +- "By having him, making yourself no less.\n\nNURSE.\nNo less, nay bigger. Women grow by men." - "LADY CAPULET.\nSpeak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?" - "JULIET.\nI’ll look to like, if looking liking move:\nBut no more deep will I endart mine eye" - "Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.\n\n Enter a Servant." - "SERVANT.\nMadam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady" -- "asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity.\nI must hence to wait, I beseech you follow straight." -- "LADY CAPULET.\nWe follow thee.\n\n [_Exit Servant._]\n\nJuliet, the County stays." -- "NURSE.\nGo, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE IV. A Street." +- "asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity." +- "I must hence to wait, I beseech you follow straight.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nWe follow thee." +- "[_Exit Servant._]\n\nJuliet, the County stays.\n\nNURSE.\nGo, girl, seek happy nights to happy days." +- "[_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE IV. A Street." - "Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers;\n Torch-bearers and others." - "ROMEO.\nWhat, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?\nOr shall we on without apology?" -- "BENVOLIO.\nThe date is out of such prolixity:\nWe’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf," -- "Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,\nScaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;" -- "Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke\nAfter the prompter, for our entrance:\nBut let them measure us by what they will," -- "We’ll measure them a measure, and be gone." +- "BENVOLIO.\nThe date is out of such prolixity:" +- "We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf,\nBearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath," +- "Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;\nNor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke\nAfter the prompter, for our entrance:" +- "But let them measure us by what they will,\nWe’ll measure them a measure, and be gone." - "ROMEO.\nGive me a torch, I am not for this ambling;\nBeing but heavy I will bear the light." - "MERCUTIO.\nNay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance." - "ROMEO.\nNot I, believe me, you have dancing shoes,\nWith nimble soles, I have a soul of lead" @@ -311,8 +340,10 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nI am too sore enpierced with his shaft\nTo soar with his light feathers, and so bound," - "I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.\nUnder love’s heavy burden do I sink." - "MERCUTIO.\nAnd, to sink in it, should you burden love;\nToo great oppression for a tender thing." -- "ROMEO.\nIs love a tender thing? It is too rough,\nToo rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn." -- "MERCUTIO.\nIf love be rough with you, be rough with love;\nPrick love for pricking, and you beat love down." +- "ROMEO.\nIs love a tender thing? It is too rough," +- "Too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn." +- "MERCUTIO.\nIf love be rough with you, be rough with love;" +- "Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down." - "Give me a case to put my visage in: [_Putting on a mask._]" - "A visor for a visor. What care I\nWhat curious eye doth quote deformities?" - Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me. @@ -323,33 +354,34 @@ expression: chunks - "MERCUTIO.\nTut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s own word:" - "If thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire\nOr save your reverence love, wherein thou stickest" - "Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho.\n\nROMEO.\nNay, that’s not so." -- "MERCUTIO.\nI mean sir, in delay\nWe waste our lights in vain, light lights by day.\nTake our good meaning, for our judgment sits" -- Five times in that ere once in our five wits. +- "MERCUTIO.\nI mean sir, in delay\nWe waste our lights in vain, light lights by day." +- "Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits\nFive times in that ere once in our five wits." - "ROMEO.\nAnd we mean well in going to this mask;\nBut ’tis no wit to go." -- "MERCUTIO.\nWhy, may one ask?\n\nROMEO.\nI dreamt a dream tonight.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAnd so did I." -- "ROMEO.\nWell what was yours?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThat dreamers often lie." +- "MERCUTIO.\nWhy, may one ask?\n\nROMEO.\nI dreamt a dream tonight." +- "MERCUTIO.\nAnd so did I.\n\nROMEO.\nWell what was yours?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThat dreamers often lie." - "ROMEO.\nIn bed asleep, while they do dream things true." -- "MERCUTIO.\nO, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.\nShe is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes" -- "In shape no bigger than an agate-stone\nOn the fore-finger of an alderman,\nDrawn with a team of little atomies" -- "Over men’s noses as they lie asleep:\nHer waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;" -- "The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;\nHer traces, of the smallest spider’s web;" -- "The collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams;\nHer whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film;" -- "Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,\nNot half so big as a round little worm" -- "Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:\nHer chariot is an empty hazelnut," -- "Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,\nTime out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers." -- "And in this state she gallops night by night\nThrough lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;" -- "O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;\nO’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;" -- "O’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,\nWhich oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues," -- "Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:\nSometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose," -- "And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;\nAnd sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail," -- "Tickling a parson’s nose as a lies asleep,\nThen dreams he of another benefice:" -- "Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,\nAnd then dreams he of cutting foreign throats," -- "Of breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades,\nOf healths five fathom deep; and then anon" -- "Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;\nAnd, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two," -- "And sleeps again. This is that very Mab\nThat plats the manes of horses in the night;" -- "And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,\nWhich, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:" -- "This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,\nThat presses them, and learns them first to bear,\nMaking them women of good carriage:" -- "This is she,—\n\nROMEO.\nPeace, peace, Mercutio, peace,\nThou talk’st of nothing." +- "MERCUTIO.\nO, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you." +- "She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes\nIn shape no bigger than an agate-stone" +- "On the fore-finger of an alderman,\nDrawn with a team of little atomies\nOver men’s noses as they lie asleep:" +- "Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;\nThe cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;" +- "Her traces, of the smallest spider’s web;\nThe collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams;" +- "Her whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film;\nHer waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat," +- "Not half so big as a round little worm\nPrick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:" +- "Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,\nMade by the joiner squirrel or old grub," +- "Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.\nAnd in this state she gallops night by night" +- "Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;\nO’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;" +- "O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;\nO’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream," +- "Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,\nBecause their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:" +- "Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,\nAnd then dreams he of smelling out a suit;" +- "And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail,\nTickling a parson’s nose as a lies asleep," +- "Then dreams he of another benefice:\nSometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck," +- "And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,\nOf breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades," +- "Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon\nDrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;" +- "And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,\nAnd sleeps again. This is that very Mab" +- "That plats the manes of horses in the night;\nAnd bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs," +- "Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:\nThis is the hag, when maids lie on their backs," +- "That presses them, and learns them first to bear,\nMaking them women of good carriage:\nThis is she,—" +- "ROMEO.\nPeace, peace, Mercutio, peace,\nThou talk’st of nothing." - "MERCUTIO.\nTrue, I talk of dreams,\nWhich are the children of an idle brain,\nBegot of nothing but vain fantasy," - "Which is as thin of substance as the air,\nAnd more inconstant than the wind, who wooes" - "Even now the frozen bosom of the north,\nAnd, being anger’d, puffs away from thence," @@ -372,12 +404,14 @@ expression: chunks - "SECOND SERVANT.\nWe cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and" - "the longer liver take all.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" - "Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers." -- "CAPULET.\nWelcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes\nUnplagu’d with corns will have a bout with you." -- "Ah my mistresses, which of you all\nWill now deny to dance? She that makes dainty," -- "She I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?\nWelcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day" -- "That I have worn a visor, and could tell\nA whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear," -- "Such as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone,\nYou are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play." -- "A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls.\n\n [_Music plays, and they dance._]" +- "CAPULET.\nWelcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes" +- "Unplagu’d with corns will have a bout with you.\nAh my mistresses, which of you all" +- "Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,\nShe I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?" +- "Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day\nThat I have worn a visor, and could tell" +- "A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear," +- "Such as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone," +- "You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.\nA hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls." +- "[_Music plays, and they dance._]" - "More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,\nAnd quench the fire, the room is grown too hot." - "Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.\nNay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet," - "For you and I are past our dancing days;\nHow long is’t now since last yourself and I\nWere in a mask?" @@ -387,24 +421,26 @@ expression: chunks - Some five and twenty years; and then we mask’d. - "CAPULET’S COUSIN.\n’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir;" - "His son is thirty.\n\nCAPULET.\nWill you tell me that?\nHis son was but a ward two years ago." -- "ROMEO.\nWhat lady is that, which doth enrich the hand\nOf yonder knight?\n\nSERVANT.\nI know not, sir." +- "ROMEO.\nWhat lady is that, which doth enrich the hand\nOf yonder knight?" +- "SERVANT.\nI know not, sir." - "ROMEO.\nO, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!\nIt seems she hangs upon the cheek of night" - "As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear;\nBeauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!" - "So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows\nAs yonder lady o’er her fellows shows." - "The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,\nAnd touching hers, make blessed my rude hand." - "Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!\nFor I ne’er saw true beauty till this night." -- "TYBALT.\nThis by his voice, should be a Montague.\nFetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave" -- "Come hither, cover’d with an antic face,\nTo fleer and scorn at our solemnity?" -- "Now by the stock and honour of my kin,\nTo strike him dead I hold it not a sin." +- "TYBALT.\nThis by his voice, should be a Montague." +- "Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave\nCome hither, cover’d with an antic face," +- "To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?\nNow by the stock and honour of my kin," +- To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. - "CAPULET.\nWhy how now, kinsman!\nWherefore storm you so?" - "TYBALT.\nUncle, this is a Montague, our foe;\nA villain that is hither come in spite," - "To scorn at our solemnity this night.\n\nCAPULET.\nYoung Romeo, is it?" - "TYBALT.\n’Tis he, that villain Romeo." - "CAPULET.\nContent thee, gentle coz, let him alone,\nA bears him like a portly gentleman;" - "And, to say truth, Verona brags of him\nTo be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth." -- "I would not for the wealth of all the town\nHere in my house do him disparagement.\nTherefore be patient, take no note of him," -- "It is my will; the which if thou respect,\nShow a fair presence and put off these frowns," -- An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. +- "I would not for the wealth of all the town\nHere in my house do him disparagement." +- "Therefore be patient, take no note of him,\nIt is my will; the which if thou respect," +- "Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,\nAn ill-beseeming semblance for a feast." - "TYBALT.\nIt fits when such a villain is a guest:\nI’ll not endure him." - "CAPULET.\nHe shall be endur’d.\nWhat, goodman boy! I say he shall, go to;" - "Am I the master here, or you? Go to.\nYou’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul," @@ -412,25 +448,28 @@ expression: chunks - "TYBALT.\nWhy, uncle, ’tis a shame." - "CAPULET.\nGo to, go to!\nYou are a saucy boy. Is’t so, indeed?" - "This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what.\nYou must contrary me! Marry, ’tis time." -- "Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox; go:\nBe quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame!" -- "I’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts." +- "Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox; go:" +- "Be quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame!\nI’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts." - "TYBALT.\nPatience perforce with wilful choler meeting\nMakes my flesh tremble in their different greeting." - "I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,\nNow seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.\n\n [_Exit._]" -- "ROMEO.\n[_To Juliet._] If I profane with my unworthiest hand\nThis holy shrine, the gentle sin is this," -- "My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand\nTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." +- "ROMEO.\n[_To Juliet._] If I profane with my unworthiest hand" +- "This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,\nMy lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand\nTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." - "JULIET.\nGood pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,\nWhich mannerly devotion shows in this;" - "For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,\nAnd palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss." - "ROMEO.\nHave not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" - "JULIET.\nAy, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." -- "ROMEO.\nO, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:\nThey pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." +- "ROMEO.\nO, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:" +- "They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." - "JULIET.\nSaints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake." -- "ROMEO.\nThen move not while my prayer’s effect I take.\nThus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d." -- "[_Kissing her._]\n\nJULIET.\nThen have my lips the sin that they have took." +- "ROMEO.\nThen move not while my prayer’s effect I take." +- "Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d.\n[_Kissing her._]" +- "JULIET.\nThen have my lips the sin that they have took." - "ROMEO.\nSin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!\nGive me my sin again." - "JULIET.\nYou kiss by the book.\n\nNURSE.\nMadam, your mother craves a word with you." - "ROMEO.\nWhat is her mother?" -- "NURSE.\nMarry, bachelor,\nHer mother is the lady of the house,\nAnd a good lady, and a wise and virtuous." -- "I nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal.\nI tell you, he that can lay hold of her\nShall have the chinks." +- "NURSE.\nMarry, bachelor,\nHer mother is the lady of the house," +- "And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.\nI nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal." +- "I tell you, he that can lay hold of her\nShall have the chinks." - "ROMEO.\nIs she a Capulet?\nO dear account! My life is my foe’s debt." - "BENVOLIO.\nAway, be gone; the sport is at the best." - "ROMEO.\nAy, so I fear; the more is my unrest." @@ -438,7 +477,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Is it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all;\nI thank you, honest gentlemen; good night." - "More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.\nAh, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late," - "I’ll to my rest.\n\n [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._]" -- "JULIET.\nCome hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?\n\nNURSE.\nThe son and heir of old Tiberio." +- "JULIET.\nCome hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?" +- "NURSE.\nThe son and heir of old Tiberio." - "JULIET.\nWhat’s he that now is going out of door?" - "NURSE.\nMarry, that I think be young Petruchio." - "JULIET.\nWhat’s he that follows here, that would not dance?\n\nNURSE.\nI know not." @@ -455,9 +495,10 @@ expression: chunks - "That fair for which love groan’d for and would die,\nWith tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair." - "Now Romeo is belov’d, and loves again,\nAlike bewitched by the charm of looks;" - "But to his foe suppos’d he must complain,\nAnd she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks:" -- "Being held a foe, he may not have access\nTo breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;\nAnd she as much in love, her means much less" -- "To meet her new beloved anywhere.\nBut passion lends them power, time means, to meet,\nTempering extremities with extreme sweet." -- "[_Exit._]\n\nSCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.\n\n Enter Romeo." +- "Being held a foe, he may not have access\nTo breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;" +- "And she as much in love, her means much less\nTo meet her new beloved anywhere." +- "But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,\nTempering extremities with extreme sweet.\n\n [_Exit._]" +- "SCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.\n\n Enter Romeo." - "ROMEO.\nCan I go forward when my heart is here?\nTurn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out." - "[_He climbs the wall and leaps down within it._]\n\n Enter Benvolio and Mercutio." - "BENVOLIO.\nRomeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo!" @@ -467,33 +508,37 @@ expression: chunks - "Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,\nSpeak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;" - "Cry but ‘Ah me!’ Pronounce but Love and dove;\nSpeak to my gossip Venus one fair word," - "One nickname for her purblind son and heir,\nYoung Abraham Cupid, he that shot so trim" -- "When King Cophetua lov’d the beggar-maid.\nHe heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;" -- "The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.\nI conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes," -- "By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,\nBy her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh," -- "And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,\nThat in thy likeness thou appear to us." -- "BENVOLIO.\nAn if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him." +- When King Cophetua lov’d the beggar-maid. +- "He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;\nThe ape is dead, and I must conjure him." +- "I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes,\nBy her high forehead and her scarlet lip," +- "By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,\nAnd the demesnes that there adjacent lie," +- "That in thy likeness thou appear to us.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAn if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him." - "MERCUTIO.\nThis cannot anger him. ’Twould anger him\nTo raise a spirit in his mistress’ circle," -- "Of some strange nature, letting it there stand\nTill she had laid it, and conjur’d it down;\nThat were some spite. My invocation" -- "Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress’ name,\nI conjure only but to raise up him." +- "Of some strange nature, letting it there stand\nTill she had laid it, and conjur’d it down;" +- "That were some spite. My invocation\nIs fair and honest, and, in his mistress’ name," +- I conjure only but to raise up him. - "BENVOLIO.\nCome, he hath hid himself among these trees\nTo be consorted with the humorous night." - "Blind is his love, and best befits the dark." - "MERCUTIO.\nIf love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.\nNow will he sit under a medlar tree," -- "And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit\nAs maids call medlars when they laugh alone.\nO Romeo, that she were, O that she were" -- "An open-arse and thou a poperin pear!\nRomeo, good night. I’ll to my truckle-bed." -- "This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.\nCome, shall we go?" +- "And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit\nAs maids call medlars when they laugh alone." +- "O Romeo, that she were, O that she were\nAn open-arse and thou a poperin pear!" +- "Romeo, good night. I’ll to my truckle-bed.\nThis field-bed is too cold for me to sleep." +- "Come, shall we go?" - "BENVOLIO.\nGo then; for ’tis in vain\nTo seek him here that means not to be found." - "[_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. Capulet’s Garden.\n\n Enter Romeo." - "ROMEO.\nHe jests at scars that never felt a wound.\n\n Juliet appears above at a window." - "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?\nIt is the east, and Juliet is the sun!" -- "Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon,\nWho is already sick and pale with grief,\nThat thou her maid art far more fair than she." -- "Be not her maid since she is envious;\nHer vestal livery is but sick and green," -- "And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.\nIt is my lady, O it is my love!\nO, that she knew she were!" +- "Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon,\nWho is already sick and pale with grief," +- "That thou her maid art far more fair than she.\nBe not her maid since she is envious;" +- "Her vestal livery is but sick and green,\nAnd none but fools do wear it; cast it off." +- "It is my lady, O it is my love!\nO, that she knew she were!" - "She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?\nHer eye discourses, I will answer it." - "I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks.\nTwo of the fairest stars in all the heaven," -- "Having some business, do entreat her eyes\nTo twinkle in their spheres till they return.\nWhat if her eyes were there, they in her head?" -- "The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,\nAs daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven\nWould through the airy region stream so bright" -- "That birds would sing and think it were not night.\nSee how she leans her cheek upon her hand.\nO that I were a glove upon that hand," -- "That I might touch that cheek.\n\nJULIET.\nAy me." +- "Having some business, do entreat her eyes\nTo twinkle in their spheres till they return." +- "What if her eyes were there, they in her head?\nThe brightness of her cheek would shame those stars," +- "As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven\nWould through the airy region stream so bright" +- "That birds would sing and think it were not night.\nSee how she leans her cheek upon her hand." +- "O that I were a glove upon that hand,\nThat I might touch that cheek.\n\nJULIET.\nAy me." - "ROMEO.\nShe speaks.\nO speak again bright angel, for thou art\nAs glorious to this night, being o’er my head," - "As is a winged messenger of heaven\nUnto the white-upturned wondering eyes\nOf mortals that fall back to gaze on him" - "When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds\nAnd sails upon the bosom of the air." @@ -513,7 +558,8 @@ expression: chunks - "JULIET.\nMy ears have yet not drunk a hundred words\nOf thy tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound." - "Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?\n\nROMEO.\nNeither, fair maid, if either thee dislike." - "JULIET.\nHow cam’st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?" -- "The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,\nAnd the place death, considering who thou art,\nIf any of my kinsmen find thee here." +- "The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,\nAnd the place death, considering who thou art," +- If any of my kinsmen find thee here. - "ROMEO.\nWith love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls,\nFor stony limits cannot hold love out," - "And what love can do, that dares love attempt:\nTherefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me." - "JULIET.\nIf they do see thee, they will murder thee." @@ -523,7 +569,8 @@ expression: chunks - "My life were better ended by their hate\nThan death prorogued, wanting of thy love." - "JULIET.\nBy whose direction found’st thou out this place?" - "ROMEO.\nBy love, that first did prompt me to enquire;\nHe lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes." -- "I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far\nAs that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea,\nI should adventure for such merchandise." +- "I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far\nAs that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea," +- I should adventure for such merchandise. - "JULIET.\nThou knowest the mask of night is on my face,\nElse would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek" - "For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.\nFain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny" - "What I have spoke; but farewell compliment.\nDost thou love me? I know thou wilt say Ay," @@ -545,19 +592,20 @@ expression: chunks - "Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night.\nThis bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath," - "May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.\nGood night, good night. As sweet repose and rest" - "Come to thy heart as that within my breast.\n\nROMEO.\nO wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" -- "JULIET.\nWhat satisfaction canst thou have tonight?\n\nROMEO.\nTh’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine." +- "JULIET.\nWhat satisfaction canst thou have tonight?" +- "ROMEO.\nTh’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine." - "JULIET.\nI gave thee mine before thou didst request it;\nAnd yet I would it were to give again." - "ROMEO.\nWould’st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?" - "JULIET.\nBut to be frank and give it thee again.\nAnd yet I wish but for the thing I have;" -- "My bounty is as boundless as the sea,\nMy love as deep; the more I give to thee,\nThe more I have, for both are infinite." -- "I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.\n[_Nurse calls within._]" +- "My bounty is as boundless as the sea,\nMy love as deep; the more I give to thee," +- "The more I have, for both are infinite.\nI hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.\n[_Nurse calls within._]" - "Anon, good Nurse!—Sweet Montague be true.\nStay but a little, I will come again.\n\n [_Exit._]" - "ROMEO.\nO blessed, blessed night. I am afeard,\nBeing in night, all this is but a dream," - "Too flattering sweet to be substantial.\n\n Enter Juliet above." - "JULIET.\nThree words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.\nIf that thy bent of love be honourable," - "Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,\nBy one that I’ll procure to come to thee," -- "Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,\nAnd all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay\nAnd follow thee my lord throughout the world." -- "NURSE.\n[_Within._] Madam." +- "Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,\nAnd all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay" +- "And follow thee my lord throughout the world.\n\nNURSE.\n[_Within._] Madam." - "JULIET.\nI come, anon.— But if thou meanest not well,\nI do beseech thee,—" - "NURSE.\n[_Within._] Madam." - "JULIET.\nBy and by I come—\nTo cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.\nTomorrow will I send." @@ -565,8 +613,8 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nA thousand times the worse, to want thy light.\nLove goes toward love as schoolboys from their books," - "But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.\n\n [_Retiring slowly._]\n\n Re-enter Juliet, above." - "JULIET.\nHist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer’s voice" -- "To lure this tassel-gentle back again.\nBondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,\nElse would I tear the cave where Echo lies," -- "And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine\nWith repetition of my Romeo’s name." +- "To lure this tassel-gentle back again.\nBondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud," +- "Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,\nAnd make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine\nWith repetition of my Romeo’s name." - "ROMEO.\nIt is my soul that calls upon my name.\nHow silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night," - "Like softest music to attending ears.\n\nJULIET.\nRomeo.\n\nROMEO.\nMy nyas?" - "JULIET.\nWhat o’clock tomorrow\nShall I send to thee?\n\nROMEO.\nBy the hour of nine." @@ -576,23 +624,25 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nAnd I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,\nForgetting any other home but this." - "JULIET.\n’Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone,\nAnd yet no farther than a wanton’s bird," - "That lets it hop a little from her hand,\nLike a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves," -- "And with a silk thread plucks it back again,\nSo loving-jealous of his liberty.\n\nROMEO.\nI would I were thy bird." +- "And with a silk thread plucks it back again,\nSo loving-jealous of his liberty." +- "ROMEO.\nI would I were thy bird." - "JULIET.\nSweet, so would I:\nYet I should kill thee with much cherishing." -- "Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow\nThat I shall say good night till it be morrow.\n\n [_Exit._]" +- "Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow\nThat I shall say good night till it be morrow." +- "[_Exit._]" - "ROMEO.\nSleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.\nWould I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest." - "The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night,\nChequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;" - "And darkness fleckled like a drunkard reels\nFrom forth day’s pathway, made by Titan’s wheels" -- "Hence will I to my ghostly Sire’s cell,\nHis help to crave and my dear hap to tell.\n\n [_Exit._]" -- "SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket." +- "Hence will I to my ghostly Sire’s cell,\nHis help to crave and my dear hap to tell." +- "[_Exit._]\n\nSCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nNow, ere the sun advance his burning eye," - "The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry,\nI must upfill this osier cage of ours" - "With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.\nThe earth that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb;" -- "What is her burying grave, that is her womb:\nAnd from her womb children of divers kind\nWe sucking on her natural bosom find." -- "Many for many virtues excellent,\nNone but for some, and yet all different.\nO, mickle is the powerful grace that lies" -- "In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.\nFor naught so vile that on the earth doth live" -- "But to the earth some special good doth give;\nNor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use," -- "Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.\nVirtue itself turns vice being misapplied," -- "And vice sometime’s by action dignified.\n\n Enter Romeo." +- "What is her burying grave, that is her womb:\nAnd from her womb children of divers kind" +- "We sucking on her natural bosom find.\nMany for many virtues excellent,\nNone but for some, and yet all different." +- "O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies\nIn plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities." +- "For naught so vile that on the earth doth live\nBut to the earth some special good doth give;" +- "Nor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use,\nRevolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse." +- "Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied,\nAnd vice sometime’s by action dignified.\n\n Enter Romeo." - "Within the infant rind of this weak flower\nPoison hath residence, and medicine power:" - "For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;\nBeing tasted, slays all senses with the heart." - "Two such opposed kings encamp them still\nIn man as well as herbs,—grace and rude will;\nAnd where the worser is predominant," @@ -608,8 +658,9 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nWith Rosaline, my ghostly father? No.\nI have forgot that name, and that name’s woe." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThat’s my good son. But where hast thou been then?" - "ROMEO.\nI’ll tell thee ere thou ask it me again.\nI have been feasting with mine enemy," -- "Where on a sudden one hath wounded me\nThat’s by me wounded. Both our remedies\nWithin thy help and holy physic lies." -- "I bear no hatred, blessed man; for lo,\nMy intercession likewise steads my foe." +- "Where on a sudden one hath wounded me\nThat’s by me wounded. Both our remedies" +- "Within thy help and holy physic lies.\nI bear no hatred, blessed man; for lo," +- My intercession likewise steads my foe. - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nBe plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;" - Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. - "ROMEO.\nThen plainly know my heart’s dear love is set\nOn the fair daughter of rich Capulet." @@ -618,14 +669,15 @@ expression: chunks - "I’ll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,\nThat thou consent to marry us today." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHoly Saint Francis! What a change is here!\nIs Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear," - "So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then lies\nNot truly in their hearts, but in their eyes." -- "Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine\nHath wash’d thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!\nHow much salt water thrown away in waste," -- "To season love, that of it doth not taste.\nThe sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears," -- "Thy old groans yet ring in mine ancient ears.\nLo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit" -- "Of an old tear that is not wash’d off yet.\nIf ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine," -- "Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline,\nAnd art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then," -- "Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men." +- "Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine\nHath wash’d thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!" +- "How much salt water thrown away in waste,\nTo season love, that of it doth not taste." +- "The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,\nThy old groans yet ring in mine ancient ears." +- "Lo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit\nOf an old tear that is not wash’d off yet." +- "If ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,\nThou and these woes were all for Rosaline," +- "And art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then,\nWomen may fall, when there’s no strength in men." - "ROMEO.\nThou chidd’st me oft for loving Rosaline." -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nFor doting, not for loving, pupil mine.\n\nROMEO.\nAnd bad’st me bury love." +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nFor doting, not for loving, pupil mine." +- "ROMEO.\nAnd bad’st me bury love." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nNot in a grave\nTo lay one in, another out to have." - "ROMEO.\nI pray thee chide me not, her I love now\nDoth grace for grace and love for love allow." - The other did not so. @@ -636,7 +688,8 @@ expression: chunks - "SCENE IV. A Street.\n\n Enter Benvolio and Mercutio." - "MERCUTIO.\nWhere the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home tonight?" - "BENVOLIO.\nNot to his father’s; I spoke with his man." -- "MERCUTIO.\nWhy, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so\nthat he will sure run mad." +- "MERCUTIO.\nWhy, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so" +- that he will sure run mad. - "BENVOLIO.\nTybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father’s\nhouse." - "MERCUTIO.\nA challenge, on my life.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nRomeo will answer it." - "MERCUTIO.\nAny man that can write may answer a letter." @@ -649,8 +702,8 @@ expression: chunks - "compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance," - "and proportion. He rests his minim rest, one, two, and the third in" - "your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist;" -- "a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause. Ah,\nthe immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hay." -- "BENVOLIO.\nThe what?" +- "a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause. Ah," +- "the immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hay.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nThe what?" - "MERCUTIO.\nThe pox of such antic lisping, affecting phantasies; these new tuners" - "of accent. By Jesu, a very good blade, a very tall man, a very good" - "whore. Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should" @@ -663,14 +716,16 @@ expression: chunks - "his lady, was but a kitchen wench,—marry, she had a better love to" - "berhyme her: Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gypsy; Helen and Hero hildings" - "and harlots; Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior" -- "Romeo, bonjour! There’s a French salutation to your French slop. You\ngave us the counterfeit fairly last night." -- "ROMEO.\nGood morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?" +- "Romeo, bonjour! There’s a French salutation to your French slop. You" +- "gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.\n\nROMEO.\nGood morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?" - "MERCUTIO.\nThe slip sir, the slip; can you not conceive?" -- "ROMEO.\nPardon, good Mercutio, my business was great, and in such a case as\nmine a man may strain courtesy." -- "MERCUTIO.\nThat’s as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow\nin the hams." -- "ROMEO.\nMeaning, to curtsy.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThou hast most kindly hit it." -- "ROMEO.\nA most courteous exposition.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nNay, I am the very pink of courtesy." -- "ROMEO.\nPink for flower.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nRight.\n\nROMEO.\nWhy, then is my pump well flowered." +- "ROMEO.\nPardon, good Mercutio, my business was great, and in such a case as" +- mine a man may strain courtesy. +- "MERCUTIO.\nThat’s as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow" +- "in the hams.\n\nROMEO.\nMeaning, to curtsy." +- "MERCUTIO.\nThou hast most kindly hit it.\n\nROMEO.\nA most courteous exposition." +- "MERCUTIO.\nNay, I am the very pink of courtesy.\n\nROMEO.\nPink for flower." +- "MERCUTIO.\nRight.\n\nROMEO.\nWhy, then is my pump well flowered." - "MERCUTIO.\nSure wit, follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump," - "that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the\nwearing, solely singular." - "ROMEO.\nO single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness!" @@ -695,7 +750,8 @@ expression: chunks - "whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to occupy the argument no\nlonger.\n\n Enter Nurse and Peter." - "ROMEO.\nHere’s goodly gear!\nA sail, a sail!" - "MERCUTIO.\nTwo, two; a shirt and a smock.\n\nNURSE.\nPeter!\n\nPETER.\nAnon." -- "NURSE.\nMy fan, Peter.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nGood Peter, to hide her face; for her fan’s the fairer face." +- "NURSE.\nMy fan, Peter." +- "MERCUTIO.\nGood Peter, to hide her face; for her fan’s the fairer face." - "NURSE.\nGod ye good morrow, gentlemen.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nGod ye good-den, fair gentlewoman." - "NURSE.\nIs it good-den?" - "MERCUTIO.\n’Tis no less, I tell ye; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the" @@ -717,7 +773,8 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nI will follow you.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nFarewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady." - "[_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._]" - "NURSE.\nI pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his\nropery?" -- "ROMEO.\nA gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak\nmore in a minute than he will stand to in a month." +- "ROMEO.\nA gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak" +- more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. - "NURSE.\nAnd a speak anything against me, I’ll take him down, and a were lustier" - "than he is, and twenty such Jacks. And if I cannot, I’ll find those" - that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of @@ -729,7 +786,8 @@ expression: chunks - "knave. Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me" - "enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself. But first" - "let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool’s paradise, as they" -- "say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say; for the\ngentlewoman is young. And therefore, if you should deal double with" +- "say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say; for the" +- "gentlewoman is young. And therefore, if you should deal double with" - "her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and\nvery weak dealing." - "ROMEO. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto\nthee,—" - "NURSE.\nGood heart, and i’faith I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will\nbe a joyful woman." @@ -756,15 +814,18 @@ expression: chunks - "with some other letter, and she hath the prettiest sententious of it," - "of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it.\n\nROMEO.\nCommend me to thy lady." - "NURSE.\nAy, a thousand times. Peter!\n\n [_Exit Romeo._]\n\nPETER.\nAnon." -- "NURSE.\nBefore and apace.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE V. Capulet’s Garden.\n\n Enter Juliet." +- "NURSE.\nBefore and apace.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE V. Capulet’s Garden." +- Enter Juliet. - "JULIET.\nThe clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse,\nIn half an hour she promised to return." - "Perchance she cannot meet him. That’s not so.\nO, she is lame. Love’s heralds should be thoughts," - "Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams,\nDriving back shadows over lowering hills:" - "Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw love,\nAnd therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings." -- "Now is the sun upon the highmost hill\nOf this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve\nIs three long hours, yet she is not come." -- "Had she affections and warm youthful blood,\nShe’d be as swift in motion as a ball;\nMy words would bandy her to my sweet love," -- "And his to me.\nBut old folks, many feign as they were dead;\nUnwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead." -- "Enter Nurse and Peter.\n\nO God, she comes. O honey Nurse, what news?\nHast thou met with him? Send thy man away." +- "Now is the sun upon the highmost hill\nOf this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve" +- "Is three long hours, yet she is not come.\nHad she affections and warm youthful blood," +- "She’d be as swift in motion as a ball;\nMy words would bandy her to my sweet love,\nAnd his to me." +- "But old folks, many feign as they were dead;\nUnwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead." +- Enter Nurse and Peter. +- "O God, she comes. O honey Nurse, what news?\nHast thou met with him? Send thy man away." - "NURSE.\nPeter, stay at the gate.\n\n [_Exit Peter._]" - "JULIET.\nNow, good sweet Nurse,—O Lord, why look’st thou sad?" - "Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;\nIf good, thou sham’st the music of sweet news" @@ -774,8 +835,9 @@ expression: chunks - "Nay come, I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, speak." - "NURSE.\nJesu, what haste? Can you not stay a while? Do you not see that I am\nout of breath?" - "JULIET.\nHow art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath\nTo say to me that thou art out of breath?" -- "The excuse that thou dost make in this delay\nIs longer than the tale thou dost excuse.\nIs thy news good or bad? Answer to that;" -- "Say either, and I’ll stay the circumstance.\nLet me be satisfied, is’t good or bad?" +- "The excuse that thou dost make in this delay\nIs longer than the tale thou dost excuse." +- "Is thy news good or bad? Answer to that;\nSay either, and I’ll stay the circumstance." +- "Let me be satisfied, is’t good or bad?" - "NURSE.\nWell, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man." - "Romeo? No, not he. Though his face be better than any man’s, yet his" - "leg excels all men’s, and for a hand and a foot, and a body, though" @@ -805,8 +867,8 @@ expression: chunks - "SCENE VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSo smile the heavens upon this holy act\nThat after-hours with sorrow chide us not." - "ROMEO.\nAmen, amen, but come what sorrow can,\nIt cannot countervail the exchange of joy" -- "That one short minute gives me in her sight.\nDo thou but close our hands with holy words,\nThen love-devouring death do what he dare," -- It is enough I may but call her mine. +- "That one short minute gives me in her sight.\nDo thou but close our hands with holy words," +- "Then love-devouring death do what he dare,\nIt is enough I may but call her mine." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThese violent delights have violent ends,\nAnd in their triumph die; like fire and powder," - "Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey\nIs loathsome in his own deliciousness,\nAnd in the taste confounds the appetite." - "Therefore love moderately: long love doth so;\nToo swift arrives as tardy as too slow.\n\n Enter Juliet." @@ -819,12 +881,14 @@ expression: chunks - "To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath\nThis neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue" - "Unfold the imagin’d happiness that both\nReceive in either by this dear encounter." - "JULIET.\nConceit more rich in matter than in words,\nBrags of his substance, not of ornament." -- "They are but beggars that can count their worth;\nBut my true love is grown to such excess,\nI cannot sum up sum of half my wealth." -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nCome, come with me, and we will make short work,\nFor, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone" -- "Till holy church incorporate two in one.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" +- "They are but beggars that can count their worth;\nBut my true love is grown to such excess," +- I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth. +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nCome, come with me, and we will make short work," +- "For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone\nTill holy church incorporate two in one.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" - "ACT III\n\nSCENE I. A public Place.\n\n Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants." -- "BENVOLIO.\nI pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:\nThe day is hot, the Capulets abroad," -- "And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,\nFor now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring." +- "BENVOLIO.\nI pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:" +- "The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,\nAnd if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl," +- "For now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring." - "MERCUTIO.\nThou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of" - "a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says ‘God send me no" - "need of thee!’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the\ndrawer, when indeed there is no need." @@ -840,8 +904,8 @@ expression: chunks - head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast - "quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath" - wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall -- "out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with\nanother for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt" -- tutor me from quarrelling! +- out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with +- "another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt\ntutor me from quarrelling!" - "BENVOLIO.\nAnd I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee" - "simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThe fee simple! O simple!\n\n Enter Tybalt and others." - "BENVOLIO.\nBy my head, here comes the Capulets.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nBy my heel, I care not." @@ -850,7 +914,8 @@ expression: chunks - "TYBALT.\nYou shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me\noccasion." - "MERCUTIO.\nCould you not take some occasion without giving?\n\nTYBALT.\nMercutio, thou consortest with Romeo." - "MERCUTIO.\nConsort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of" -- "us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s\nthat shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!" +- "us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s" +- "that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!" - "BENVOLIO.\nWe talk here in the public haunt of men.\nEither withdraw unto some private place," - "And reason coldly of your grievances,\nOr else depart; here all eyes gaze on us." - "MERCUTIO.\nMen’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze." @@ -863,7 +928,8 @@ expression: chunks - "To such a greeting. Villain am I none;\nTherefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not." - "TYBALT.\nBoy, this shall not excuse the injuries\nThat thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw." - "ROMEO.\nI do protest I never injur’d thee,\nBut love thee better than thou canst devise" -- "Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.\nAnd so good Capulet, which name I tender\nAs dearly as mine own, be satisfied." +- "Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.\nAnd so good Capulet, which name I tender" +- "As dearly as mine own, be satisfied." - "MERCUTIO.\nO calm, dishonourable, vile submission!" - "[_Draws._] Alla stoccata carries it away.\nTybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?" - "TYBALT.\nWhat wouldst thou have with me?" @@ -907,8 +973,8 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nThis shall determine that.\n\n [_They fight; Tybalt falls._]" - "BENVOLIO.\nRomeo, away, be gone!\nThe citizens are up, and Tybalt slain." - "Stand not amaz’d. The Prince will doom thee death\nIf thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!" -- "ROMEO.\nO, I am fortune’s fool!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWhy dost thou stay?\n\n [_Exit Romeo._]" -- Enter Citizens. +- "ROMEO.\nO, I am fortune’s fool!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWhy dost thou stay?" +- "[_Exit Romeo._]\n\n Enter Citizens." - "FIRST CITIZEN.\nWhich way ran he that kill’d Mercutio?" - "Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?\n\nBENVOLIO.\nThere lies that Tybalt." - "FIRST CITIZEN.\nUp, sir, go with me.\nI charge thee in the Prince’s name obey." @@ -924,19 +990,21 @@ expression: chunks - "Your high displeasure. All this uttered\nWith gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow’d" - "Could not take truce with the unruly spleen\nOf Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts" - "With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,\nWho, all as hot, turns deadly point to point," -- "And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats\nCold death aside, and with the other sends\nIt back to Tybalt, whose dexterity" -- "Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,\n‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue," -- "His agile arm beats down their fatal points,\nAnd ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm" -- "An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life\nOf stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled." -- "But by and by comes back to Romeo,\nWho had but newly entertain’d revenge,\nAnd to’t they go like lightning; for, ere I" +- "And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats\nCold death aside, and with the other sends" +- "It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity\nRetorts it. Romeo he cries aloud," +- "‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue,\nHis agile arm beats down their fatal points," +- "And ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm\nAn envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life" +- "Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.\nBut by and by comes back to Romeo," +- "Who had but newly entertain’d revenge,\nAnd to’t they go like lightning; for, ere I" - "Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain;\nAnd as he fell did Romeo turn and fly." - "This is the truth, or let Benvolio die." -- "LADY CAPULET.\nHe is a kinsman to the Montague.\nAffection makes him false, he speaks not true." -- "Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,\nAnd all those twenty could but kill one life." -- "I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give;\nRomeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live." +- "LADY CAPULET.\nHe is a kinsman to the Montague." +- "Affection makes him false, he speaks not true.\nSome twenty of them fought in this black strife," +- "And all those twenty could but kill one life.\nI beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give;" +- "Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live." - "PRINCE.\nRomeo slew him, he slew Mercutio.\nWho now the price of his dear blood doth owe?" -- "MONTAGUE.\nNot Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio’s friend;\nHis fault concludes but what the law should end," -- The life of Tybalt. +- "MONTAGUE.\nNot Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio’s friend;" +- "His fault concludes but what the law should end,\nThe life of Tybalt." - "PRINCE.\nAnd for that offence\nImmediately we do exile him hence.\nI have an interest in your hate’s proceeding," - "My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.\nBut I’ll amerce you with so strong a fine" - "That you shall all repent the loss of mine.\nI will be deaf to pleading and excuses;\nNor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses." @@ -944,16 +1012,17 @@ expression: chunks - "Bear hence this body, and attend our will.\nMercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" - "SCENE II. A Room in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Juliet." - "JULIET.\nGallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds," -- "Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner\nAs Phaeton would whip you to the west\nAnd bring in cloudy night immediately." -- "Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,\nThat runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo" -- "Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen.\nLovers can see to do their amorous rites" -- "By their own beauties: or, if love be blind,\nIt best agrees with night. Come, civil night," -- "Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,\nAnd learn me how to lose a winning match," -- "Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.\nHood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks," -- "With thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold,\nThink true love acted simple modesty." -- "Come, night, come Romeo; come, thou day in night;\nFor thou wilt lie upon the wings of night" -- "Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.\nCome gentle night, come loving black-brow’d night," -- "Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die,\nTake him and cut him out in little stars,\nAnd he will make the face of heaven so fine" +- "Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner\nAs Phaeton would whip you to the west" +- "And bring in cloudy night immediately.\nSpread thy close curtain, love-performing night," +- "That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo\nLeap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen." +- "Lovers can see to do their amorous rites\nBy their own beauties: or, if love be blind," +- "It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,\nThou sober-suited matron, all in black," +- "And learn me how to lose a winning match,\nPlay’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods." +- "Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,\nWith thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold," +- "Think true love acted simple modesty.\nCome, night, come Romeo; come, thou day in night;" +- "For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night\nWhiter than new snow upon a raven’s back." +- "Come gentle night, come loving black-brow’d night,\nGive me my Romeo, and when I shall die," +- "Take him and cut him out in little stars,\nAnd he will make the face of heaven so fine" - "That all the world will be in love with night,\nAnd pay no worship to the garish sun." - "O, I have bought the mansion of a love,\nBut not possess’d it; and though I am sold," - "Not yet enjoy’d. So tedious is this day\nAs is the night before some festival\nTo an impatient child that hath new robes" @@ -967,8 +1036,9 @@ expression: chunks - "Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead." - "JULIET.\nCan heaven be so envious?" - "NURSE.\nRomeo can,\nThough heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo.\nWho ever would have thought it? Romeo!" -- "JULIET.\nWhat devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?\nThis torture should be roar’d in dismal hell." -- "Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but Ay,\nAnd that bare vowel I shall poison more\nThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice." +- "JULIET.\nWhat devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?" +- "This torture should be roar’d in dismal hell.\nHath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but Ay," +- "And that bare vowel I shall poison more\nThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice." - "I am not I if there be such an I;\nOr those eyes shut that make thee answer Ay." - "If he be slain, say Ay; or if not, No.\nBrief sounds determine of my weal or woe." - "NURSE.\nI saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,\nGod save the mark!—here on his manly breast." @@ -987,12 +1057,13 @@ expression: chunks - "JULIET.\nO serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!\nDid ever dragon keep so fair a cave?" - "Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical,\nDove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb!" - "Despised substance of divinest show!\nJust opposite to what thou justly seem’st,\nA damned saint, an honourable villain!" -- "O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell\nWhen thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend\nIn mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?" -- "Was ever book containing such vile matter\nSo fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell\nIn such a gorgeous palace." +- "O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell\nWhen thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend" +- "In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?\nWas ever book containing such vile matter\nSo fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell" +- In such a gorgeous palace. - "NURSE.\nThere’s no trust,\nNo faith, no honesty in men. All perjur’d," - "All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers." -- "Ah, where’s my man? Give me some aqua vitae.\nThese griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old." -- Shame come to Romeo. +- "Ah, where’s my man? Give me some aqua vitae." +- "These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.\nShame come to Romeo." - "JULIET.\nBlister’d be thy tongue\nFor such a wish! He was not born to shame." - "Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit;\nFor ’tis a throne where honour may be crown’d" - "Sole monarch of the universal earth.\nO, what a beast was I to chide at him!" @@ -1012,11 +1083,13 @@ expression: chunks - "Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,\nAll slain, all dead. Romeo is banished," - "There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,\nIn that word’s death, no words can that woe sound." - "Where is my father and my mother, Nurse?" -- "NURSE.\nWeeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse.\nWill you go to them? I will bring you thither." -- "JULIET.\nWash they his wounds with tears. Mine shall be spent,\nWhen theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment." -- "Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil’d,\nBoth you and I; for Romeo is exil’d." -- "He made you for a highway to my bed,\nBut I, a maid, die maiden-widowed." -- "Come cords, come Nurse, I’ll to my wedding bed,\nAnd death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead." +- "NURSE.\nWeeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse." +- Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. +- "JULIET.\nWash they his wounds with tears. Mine shall be spent," +- "When theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.\nTake up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil’d," +- "Both you and I; for Romeo is exil’d.\nHe made you for a highway to my bed," +- "But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.\nCome cords, come Nurse, I’ll to my wedding bed," +- "And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead." - "NURSE.\nHie to your chamber. I’ll find Romeo\nTo comfort you. I wot well where he is." - "Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night.\nI’ll to him, he is hid at Lawrence’ cell." - "JULIET.\nO find him, give this ring to my true knight,\nAnd bid him come to take his last farewell." @@ -1025,8 +1098,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Affliction is enanmour’d of thy parts\nAnd thou art wedded to calamity.\n\n Enter Romeo." - "ROMEO.\nFather, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?\nWhat sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand," - That I yet know not? -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nToo familiar\nIs my dear son with such sour company.\nI bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom." -- "ROMEO.\nWhat less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom?" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nToo familiar\nIs my dear son with such sour company." +- "I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom.\n\nROMEO.\nWhat less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom?" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nA gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips," - "Not body’s death, but body’s banishment." - "ROMEO.\nHa, banishment? Be merciful, say death;\nFor exile hath more terror in his look," @@ -1036,9 +1109,9 @@ expression: chunks - "Hence banished is banish’d from the world,\nAnd world’s exile is death. Then banished" - "Is death misterm’d. Calling death banished,\nThou cutt’st my head off with a golden axe," - And smilest upon the stroke that murders me. -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nO deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness!\nThy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince," -- "Taking thy part, hath brush’d aside the law,\nAnd turn’d that black word death to banishment." -- "This is dear mercy, and thou see’st it not." +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nO deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness!" +- "Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince,\nTaking thy part, hath brush’d aside the law," +- "And turn’d that black word death to banishment.\nThis is dear mercy, and thou see’st it not." - "ROMEO.\n’Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here\nWhere Juliet lives, and every cat and dog," - "And little mouse, every unworthy thing,\nLive here in heaven and may look on her,\nBut Romeo may not. More validity," - "More honourable state, more courtship lives\nIn carrion flies than Romeo. They may seize\nOn the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand," @@ -1052,8 +1125,8 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nO, thou wilt speak again of banishment." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nI’ll give thee armour to keep off that word,\nAdversity’s sweet milk, philosophy," - "To comfort thee, though thou art banished." -- "ROMEO.\nYet banished? Hang up philosophy.\nUnless philosophy can make a Juliet,\nDisplant a town, reverse a Prince’s doom," -- "It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more." +- "ROMEO.\nYet banished? Hang up philosophy.\nUnless philosophy can make a Juliet," +- "Displant a town, reverse a Prince’s doom,\nIt helps not, it prevails not, talk no more." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nO, then I see that mad men have no ears." - "ROMEO.\nHow should they, when that wise men have no eyes?" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nLet me dispute with thee of thy estate." @@ -1066,11 +1139,13 @@ expression: chunks - "[_Knocking._]" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHark, how they knock!—Who’s there?—Romeo, arise," - "Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile.—Stand up.\n\n [_Knocking._]" -- "Run to my study.—By-and-by.—God’s will,\nWhat simpleness is this.—I come, I come." -- "[_Knocking._]\n\nWho knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will?" +- "Run to my study.—By-and-by.—God’s will," +- "What simpleness is this.—I come, I come.\n\n [_Knocking._]" +- "Who knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will?" - "NURSE.\n[_Within._] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand.\nI come from Lady Juliet." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nWelcome then.\n\n Enter Nurse." -- "NURSE.\nO holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar,\nWhere is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo?" +- "NURSE.\nO holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar," +- "Where is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo?" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThere on the ground, with his own tears made drunk." - "NURSE.\nO, he is even in my mistress’ case.\nJust in her case! O woeful sympathy!" - "Piteous predicament. Even so lies she,\nBlubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering." @@ -1086,37 +1161,39 @@ expression: chunks - "Murder’d her kinsman. O, tell me, Friar, tell me,\nIn what vile part of this anatomy" - "Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack\nThe hateful mansion.\n\n [_Drawing his sword._]" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHold thy desperate hand.\nArt thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art." -- "Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote\nThe unreasonable fury of a beast.\nUnseemly woman in a seeming man," -- "And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!\nThou hast amaz’d me. By my holy order," -- "I thought thy disposition better temper’d.\nHast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself?" -- "And slay thy lady, that in thy life lives,\nBy doing damned hate upon thyself?" -- "Why rail’st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?\nSince birth, and heaven and earth, all three do meet" -- In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. +- "Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote\nThe unreasonable fury of a beast." +- "Unseemly woman in a seeming man,\nAnd ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!" +- "Thou hast amaz’d me. By my holy order,\nI thought thy disposition better temper’d." +- "Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself?\nAnd slay thy lady, that in thy life lives," +- "By doing damned hate upon thyself?\nWhy rail’st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?" +- "Since birth, and heaven and earth, all three do meet\nIn thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose." - "Fie, fie, thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, thy wit," - "Which, like a usurer, abound’st in all,\nAnd usest none in that true use indeed" - "Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.\nThy noble shape is but a form of wax," - "Digressing from the valour of a man;\nThy dear love sworn but hollow perjury," - "Killing that love which thou hast vow’d to cherish;\nThy wit, that ornament to shape and love," -- "Misshapen in the conduct of them both,\nLike powder in a skilless soldier’s flask,\nIs set afire by thine own ignorance," -- "And thou dismember’d with thine own defence.\nWhat, rouse thee, man. Thy Juliet is alive," -- "For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead.\nThere art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee," -- "But thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou happy.\nThe law that threaten’d death becomes thy friend," -- "And turns it to exile; there art thou happy.\nA pack of blessings light upon thy back;\nHappiness courts thee in her best array;" -- "But like a misshaped and sullen wench,\nThou putt’st up thy Fortune and thy love." -- "Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.\nGo, get thee to thy love as was decreed," -- "Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.\nBut look thou stay not till the watch be set," -- "For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;\nWhere thou shalt live till we can find a time\nTo blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends," +- "Misshapen in the conduct of them both,\nLike powder in a skilless soldier’s flask," +- "Is set afire by thine own ignorance,\nAnd thou dismember’d with thine own defence." +- "What, rouse thee, man. Thy Juliet is alive,\nFor whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead." +- "There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,\nBut thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou happy." +- "The law that threaten’d death becomes thy friend,\nAnd turns it to exile; there art thou happy." +- "A pack of blessings light upon thy back;\nHappiness courts thee in her best array;\nBut like a misshaped and sullen wench," +- "Thou putt’st up thy Fortune and thy love.\nTake heed, take heed, for such die miserable." +- "Go, get thee to thy love as was decreed,\nAscend her chamber, hence and comfort her." +- "But look thou stay not till the watch be set,\nFor then thou canst not pass to Mantua;" +- "Where thou shalt live till we can find a time\nTo blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends," - "Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back\nWith twenty hundred thousand times more joy\nThan thou went’st forth in lamentation." - "Go before, Nurse. Commend me to thy lady,\nAnd bid her hasten all the house to bed," - "Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.\nRomeo is coming." - "NURSE.\nO Lord, I could have stay’d here all the night\nTo hear good counsel. O, what learning is!" - "My lord, I’ll tell my lady you will come.\n\nROMEO.\nDo so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide." -- "NURSE.\nHere sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir.\nHie you, make haste, for it grows very late." -- "[_Exit._]\n\nROMEO.\nHow well my comfort is reviv’d by this." +- "NURSE.\nHere sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir." +- "Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.\n\n [_Exit._]" +- "ROMEO.\nHow well my comfort is reviv’d by this." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nGo hence, good night, and here stands all your state:\nEither be gone before the watch be set," -- "Or by the break of day disguis’d from hence.\nSojourn in Mantua. I’ll find out your man," -- "And he shall signify from time to time\nEvery good hap to you that chances here." -- Give me thy hand; ’tis late; farewell; good night. +- Or by the break of day disguis’d from hence. +- "Sojourn in Mantua. I’ll find out your man,\nAnd he shall signify from time to time" +- "Every good hap to you that chances here.\nGive me thy hand; ’tis late; farewell; good night." - "ROMEO.\nBut that a joy past joy calls out on me,\nIt were a grief so brief to part with thee.\nFarewell." - "[_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE IV. A Room in Capulet’s House." - "Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and Paris." @@ -1127,32 +1204,37 @@ expression: chunks - "PARIS.\nThese times of woe afford no tune to woo.\nMadam, good night. Commend me to your daughter." - "LADY CAPULET.\nI will, and know her mind early tomorrow;" - Tonight she’s mew’d up to her heaviness. -- "CAPULET.\nSir Paris, I will make a desperate tender\nOf my child’s love. I think she will be rul’d" +- "CAPULET.\nSir Paris, I will make a desperate tender" +- Of my child’s love. I think she will be rul’d - "In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.\nWife, go you to her ere you go to bed," - "Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love,\nAnd bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next," - "But, soft, what day is this?\n\nPARIS.\nMonday, my lord." -- "CAPULET.\nMonday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,\nA Thursday let it be; a Thursday, tell her," -- "She shall be married to this noble earl.\nWill you be ready? Do you like this haste?" -- "We’ll keep no great ado,—a friend or two,\nFor, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late," -- "It may be thought we held him carelessly,\nBeing our kinsman, if we revel much.\nTherefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends," +- "CAPULET.\nMonday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon," +- "A Thursday let it be; a Thursday, tell her,\nShe shall be married to this noble earl." +- "Will you be ready? Do you like this haste?\nWe’ll keep no great ado,—a friend or two," +- "For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,\nIt may be thought we held him carelessly," +- "Being our kinsman, if we revel much.\nTherefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends," - "And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?\n\nPARIS.\nMy lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow." - "CAPULET.\nWell, get you gone. A Thursday be it then.\nGo you to Juliet ere you go to bed," - "Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day.\nFarewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho!" -- "Afore me, it is so very very late that we\nMay call it early by and by. Good night.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" -- "SCENE V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.\n\n Enter Romeo and Juliet." -- "JULIET.\nWilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.\nIt was the nightingale, and not the lark," -- "That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear;\nNightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree." -- "Believe me, love, it was the nightingale." -- "ROMEO.\nIt was the lark, the herald of the morn,\nNo nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks" -- "Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.\nNight’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day" -- "Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.\nI must be gone and live, or stay and die." +- "Afore me, it is so very very late that we\nMay call it early by and by. Good night." +- "[_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden." +- Enter Romeo and Juliet. +- "JULIET.\nWilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day." +- "It was the nightingale, and not the lark,\nThat pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear;" +- "Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.\nBelieve me, love, it was the nightingale." +- "ROMEO.\nIt was the lark, the herald of the morn," +- "No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks\nDo lace the severing clouds in yonder east." +- "Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day\nStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops." +- "I must be gone and live, or stay and die." - "JULIET.\nYond light is not daylight, I know it, I.\nIt is some meteor that the sun exhales" - "To be to thee this night a torchbearer\nAnd light thee on thy way to Mantua." - "Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone." - "ROMEO.\nLet me be ta’en, let me be put to death,\nI am content, so thou wilt have it so." - "I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye,\n’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow." -- "Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat\nThe vaulty heaven so high above our heads.\nI have more care to stay than will to go." -- "Come, death, and welcome. Juliet wills it so.\nHow is’t, my soul? Let’s talk. It is not day." +- "Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat\nThe vaulty heaven so high above our heads." +- "I have more care to stay than will to go.\nCome, death, and welcome. Juliet wills it so." +- "How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk. It is not day." - "JULIET.\nIt is, it is! Hie hence, be gone, away." - "It is the lark that sings so out of tune,\nStraining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps." - "Some say the lark makes sweet division;\nThis doth not so, for she divideth us." @@ -1163,24 +1245,28 @@ expression: chunks - "NURSE.\nYour lady mother is coming to your chamber.\nThe day is broke, be wary, look about.\n\n [_Exit._]" - "JULIET.\nThen, window, let day in, and let life out." - "ROMEO.\nFarewell, farewell, one kiss, and I’ll descend.\n\n [_Descends._]" -- "JULIET.\nArt thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend,\nI must hear from thee every day in the hour," -- "For in a minute there are many days.\nO, by this count I shall be much in years\nEre I again behold my Romeo." +- "JULIET.\nArt thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend," +- "I must hear from thee every day in the hour,\nFor in a minute there are many days." +- "O, by this count I shall be much in years\nEre I again behold my Romeo." - "ROMEO.\nFarewell!\nI will omit no opportunity\nThat may convey my greetings, love, to thee." - "JULIET.\nO thinkest thou we shall ever meet again?" - "ROMEO.\nI doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve\nFor sweet discourses in our time to come." -- "JULIET.\nO God! I have an ill-divining soul!\nMethinks I see thee, now thou art so low," -- "As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.\nEither my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale." +- "JULIET.\nO God! I have an ill-divining soul!" +- "Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,\nAs one dead in the bottom of a tomb." +- "Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale." - "ROMEO.\nAnd trust me, love, in my eye so do you.\nDry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu." - "[_Exit below._]" - "JULIET.\nO Fortune, Fortune! All men call thee fickle,\nIf thou art fickle, what dost thou with him" - "That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, Fortune;\nFor then, I hope thou wilt not keep him long" - "But send him back.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\n[_Within._] Ho, daughter, are you up?" -- "JULIET.\nWho is’t that calls? Is it my lady mother?\nIs she not down so late, or up so early?" -- "What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?\n\n Enter Lady Capulet." -- "LADY CAPULET.\nWhy, how now, Juliet?\n\nJULIET.\nMadam, I am not well." -- "LADY CAPULET.\nEvermore weeping for your cousin’s death?\nWhat, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?" -- "And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.\nTherefore have done: some grief shows much of love," -- "But much of grief shows still some want of wit.\n\nJULIET.\nYet let me weep for such a feeling loss." +- "JULIET.\nWho is’t that calls? Is it my lady mother?" +- "Is she not down so late, or up so early?\nWhat unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?" +- "Enter Lady Capulet.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nWhy, how now, Juliet?" +- "JULIET.\nMadam, I am not well." +- "LADY CAPULET.\nEvermore weeping for your cousin’s death?" +- "What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?\nAnd if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live." +- "Therefore have done: some grief shows much of love,\nBut much of grief shows still some want of wit." +- "JULIET.\nYet let me weep for such a feeling loss." - "LADY CAPULET.\nSo shall you feel the loss, but not the friend\nWhich you weep for." - "JULIET.\nFeeling so the loss,\nI cannot choose but ever weep the friend." - "LADY CAPULET.\nWell, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death" @@ -1188,21 +1274,24 @@ expression: chunks - "LADY CAPULET.\nThat same villain Romeo." - "JULIET.\nVillain and he be many miles asunder.\nGod pardon him. I do, with all my heart." - "And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nThat is because the traitor murderer lives." -- "JULIET.\nAy madam, from the reach of these my hands.\nWould none but I might venge my cousin’s death." +- "JULIET.\nAy madam, from the reach of these my hands." +- Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death. - "LADY CAPULET.\nWe will have vengeance for it, fear thou not." -- "Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,\nWhere that same banish’d runagate doth live," -- "Shall give him such an unaccustom’d dram\nThat he shall soon keep Tybalt company:\nAnd then I hope thou wilt be satisfied." +- "Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua," +- "Where that same banish’d runagate doth live,\nShall give him such an unaccustom’d dram" +- "That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:\nAnd then I hope thou wilt be satisfied." - "JULIET.\nIndeed I never shall be satisfied\nWith Romeo till I behold him—dead—" - "Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex’d.\nMadam, if you could find out but a man" -- "To bear a poison, I would temper it,\nThat Romeo should upon receipt thereof,\nSoon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors" -- "To hear him nam’d, and cannot come to him,\nTo wreak the love I bore my cousin" -- Upon his body that hath slaughter’d him. +- "To bear a poison, I would temper it,\nThat Romeo should upon receipt thereof," +- "Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors\nTo hear him nam’d, and cannot come to him," +- "To wreak the love I bore my cousin\nUpon his body that hath slaughter’d him." - "LADY CAPULET.\nFind thou the means, and I’ll find such a man." - "But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl." - "JULIET.\nAnd joy comes well in such a needy time.\nWhat are they, I beseech your ladyship?" - "LADY CAPULET.\nWell, well, thou hast a careful father, child;" - "One who to put thee from thy heaviness,\nHath sorted out a sudden day of joy," -- "That thou expects not, nor I look’d not for.\n\nJULIET.\nMadam, in happy time, what day is that?" +- "That thou expects not, nor I look’d not for." +- "JULIET.\nMadam, in happy time, what day is that?" - "LADY CAPULET.\nMarry, my child, early next Thursday morn\nThe gallant, young, and noble gentleman," - "The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,\nShall happily make thee there a joyful bride." - "JULIET.\nNow by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,\nHe shall not make me there a joyful bride." @@ -1211,8 +1300,9 @@ expression: chunks - "It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,\nRather than Paris. These are news indeed." - "LADY CAPULET.\nHere comes your father, tell him so yourself,\nAnd see how he will take it at your hands." - Enter Capulet and Nurse. -- "CAPULET.\nWhen the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;\nBut for the sunset of my brother’s son" -- "It rains downright.\nHow now? A conduit, girl? What, still in tears?\nEvermore showering? In one little body" +- "CAPULET.\nWhen the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;" +- "But for the sunset of my brother’s son\nIt rains downright." +- "How now? A conduit, girl? What, still in tears?\nEvermore showering? In one little body" - "Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind.\nFor still thy eyes, which I may call the sea," - "Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,\nSailing in this salt flood, the winds, thy sighs," - "Who raging with thy tears and they with them,\nWithout a sudden calm will overset\nThy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife?" @@ -1231,13 +1321,15 @@ expression: chunks - "Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!\nYou tallow-face!" - "LADY CAPULET.\nFie, fie! What, are you mad?" - "JULIET.\nGood father, I beseech you on my knees,\nHear me with patience but to speak a word." -- "CAPULET.\nHang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch!\nI tell thee what,—get thee to church a Thursday," -- "Or never after look me in the face.\nSpeak not, reply not, do not answer me." -- "My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest\nThat God had lent us but this only child;" -- "But now I see this one is one too much,\nAnd that we have a curse in having her.\nOut on her, hilding." +- "CAPULET.\nHang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch!" +- "I tell thee what,—get thee to church a Thursday,\nOr never after look me in the face." +- "Speak not, reply not, do not answer me.\nMy fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest" +- "That God had lent us but this only child;\nBut now I see this one is one too much," +- "And that we have a curse in having her.\nOut on her, hilding." - "NURSE.\nGod in heaven bless her.\nYou are to blame, my lord, to rate her so." -- "CAPULET.\nAnd why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue,\nGood prudence; smatter with your gossips, go." -- "NURSE.\nI speak no treason.\n\nCAPULET.\nO God ye good-en!\n\nNURSE.\nMay not one speak?" +- "CAPULET.\nAnd why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue," +- "Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.\n\nNURSE.\nI speak no treason." +- "CAPULET.\nO God ye good-en!\n\nNURSE.\nMay not one speak?" - "CAPULET.\nPeace, you mumbling fool!\nUtter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl," - "For here we need it not.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nYou are too hot." - "CAPULET.\nGod’s bread, it makes me mad!\nDay, night, hour, ride, time, work, play," @@ -1246,11 +1338,12 @@ expression: chunks - "Proportion’d as one’s thought would wish a man,\nAnd then to have a wretched puling fool," - "A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,\nTo answer, ‘I’ll not wed, I cannot love," - "I am too young, I pray you pardon me.’\nBut, and you will not wed, I’ll pardon you." -- "Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.\nLook to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest." -- "Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise.\nAnd you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;" -- "And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,\nFor by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee," -- "Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.\nTrust to’t, bethink you, I’ll not be forsworn." -- "[_Exit._]" +- "Graze where you will, you shall not house with me." +- "Look to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest.\nThursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise." +- "And you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;" +- "And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets," +- "For by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,\nNor what is mine shall never do thee good." +- "Trust to’t, bethink you, I’ll not be forsworn.\n\n [_Exit._]" - "JULIET.\nIs there no pity sitting in the clouds,\nThat sees into the bottom of my grief?" - "O sweet my mother, cast me not away,\nDelay this marriage for a month, a week," - "Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed\nIn that dim monument where Tybalt lies." @@ -1262,16 +1355,18 @@ expression: chunks - "What say’st thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?\nSome comfort, Nurse." - "NURSE.\nFaith, here it is.\nRomeo is banished; and all the world to nothing" - "That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you.\nOr if he do, it needs must be by stealth." -- "Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,\nI think it best you married with the County.\nO, he’s a lovely gentleman." -- "Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,\nHath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye" -- "As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,\nI think you are happy in this second match," -- "For it excels your first: or if it did not,\nYour first is dead, or ’twere as good he were," -- "As living here and you no use of him.\n\nJULIET.\nSpeakest thou from thy heart?" +- "Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,\nI think it best you married with the County." +- "O, he’s a lovely gentleman.\nRomeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam," +- "Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye\nAs Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart," +- "I think you are happy in this second match,\nFor it excels your first: or if it did not," +- "Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were,\nAs living here and you no use of him." +- "JULIET.\nSpeakest thou from thy heart?" - "NURSE.\nAnd from my soul too,\nOr else beshrew them both.\n\nJULIET.\nAmen." - "NURSE.\nWhat?" -- "JULIET.\nWell, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.\nGo in, and tell my lady I am gone," -- "Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell,\nTo make confession and to be absolv’d." -- "NURSE.\nMarry, I will; and this is wisely done.\n\n [_Exit._]" +- "JULIET.\nWell, thou hast comforted me marvellous much." +- "Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,\nHaving displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell," +- "To make confession and to be absolv’d.\n\nNURSE.\nMarry, I will; and this is wisely done." +- "[_Exit._]" - "JULIET.\nAncient damnation! O most wicked fiend!\nIs it more sin to wish me thus forsworn," - "Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue\nWhich she hath prais’d him with above compare" - "So many thousand times? Go, counsellor.\nThou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain." @@ -1279,13 +1374,15 @@ expression: chunks - "ACT IV\n\nSCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nOn Thursday, sir? The time is very short." - "PARIS.\nMy father Capulet will have it so;\nAnd I am nothing slow to slack his haste." -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nYou say you do not know the lady’s mind.\nUneven is the course; I like it not." -- "PARIS.\nImmoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,\nAnd therefore have I little talk’d of love;" -- "For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.\nNow, sir, her father counts it dangerous\nThat she do give her sorrow so much sway;" -- "And in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,\nTo stop the inundation of her tears,\nWhich, too much minded by herself alone," -- "May be put from her by society.\nNow do you know the reason of this haste." +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nYou say you do not know the lady’s mind." +- Uneven is the course; I like it not. +- "PARIS.\nImmoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death," +- "And therefore have I little talk’d of love;\nFor Venus smiles not in a house of tears.\nNow, sir, her father counts it dangerous" +- "That she do give her sorrow so much sway;\nAnd in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,\nTo stop the inundation of her tears," +- "Which, too much minded by herself alone,\nMay be put from her by society.\nNow do you know the reason of this haste." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n[_Aside._] I would I knew not why it should be slow’d.—" -- "Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\nPARIS.\nHappily met, my lady and my wife!" +- "Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.\n\n Enter Juliet." +- "PARIS.\nHappily met, my lady and my wife!" - "JULIET.\nThat may be, sir, when I may be a wife." - "PARIS.\nThat may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.\n\nJULIET.\nWhat must be shall be." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThat’s a certain text.\n\nPARIS.\nCome you to make confession to this father?" @@ -1301,25 +1398,28 @@ expression: chunks - "PARIS.\nThy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it." - "JULIET.\nIt may be so, for it is not mine own.\nAre you at leisure, holy father, now," - Or shall I come to you at evening mass? -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nMy leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—\nMy lord, we must entreat the time alone." +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nMy leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—" +- "My lord, we must entreat the time alone." - "PARIS.\nGod shield I should disturb devotion!—\nJuliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye," - "Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.\n\n [_Exit._]" - "JULIET.\nO shut the door, and when thou hast done so," - "Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help!" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nO Juliet, I already know thy grief;\nIt strains me past the compass of my wits." - "I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,\nOn Thursday next be married to this County." -- "JULIET.\nTell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st of this,\nUnless thou tell me how I may prevent it." -- "If in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,\nDo thou but call my resolution wise,\nAnd with this knife I’ll help it presently." -- "God join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands;\nAnd ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d," -- "Shall be the label to another deed,\nOr my true heart with treacherous revolt\nTurn to another, this shall slay them both." +- "JULIET.\nTell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st of this," +- "Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.\nIf in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,\nDo thou but call my resolution wise," +- "And with this knife I’ll help it presently.\nGod join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands;" +- "And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d,\nShall be the label to another deed," +- "Or my true heart with treacherous revolt\nTurn to another, this shall slay them both." - "Therefore, out of thy long-experienc’d time,\nGive me some present counsel, or behold" -- "’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife\nShall play the empire, arbitrating that\nWhich the commission of thy years and art" -- "Could to no issue of true honour bring.\nBe not so long to speak. I long to die," +- "’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife\nShall play the empire, arbitrating that" +- "Which the commission of thy years and art\nCould to no issue of true honour bring.\nBe not so long to speak. I long to die," - If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy. - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope,\nWhich craves as desperate an execution" -- "As that is desperate which we would prevent.\nIf, rather than to marry County Paris\nThou hast the strength of will to slay thyself," -- "Then is it likely thou wilt undertake\nA thing like death to chide away this shame," -- "That cop’st with death himself to scape from it.\nAnd if thou dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy." +- "As that is desperate which we would prevent.\nIf, rather than to marry County Paris" +- "Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,\nThen is it likely thou wilt undertake" +- "A thing like death to chide away this shame,\nThat cop’st with death himself to scape from it." +- "And if thou dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy." - "JULIET.\nO, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,\nFrom off the battlements of yonder tower," - "Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk\nWhere serpents are. Chain me with roaring bears;" - "Or hide me nightly in a charnel-house,\nO’er-cover’d quite with dead men’s rattling bones," @@ -1329,26 +1429,29 @@ expression: chunks - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHold then. Go home, be merry, give consent\nTo marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow;" - "Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone,\nLet not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.\nTake thou this vial, being then in bed," - "And this distilled liquor drink thou off,\nWhen presently through all thy veins shall run\nA cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse" -- "Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.\nNo warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest,\nThe roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade" -- "To paly ashes; thy eyes’ windows fall,\nLike death when he shuts up the day of life." -- "Each part depriv’d of supple government,\nShall stiff and stark and cold appear like death." -- "And in this borrow’d likeness of shrunk death\nThou shalt continue two and forty hours,\nAnd then awake as from a pleasant sleep." -- "Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes\nTo rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.\nThen as the manner of our country is," +- "Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.\nNo warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest," +- "The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade\nTo paly ashes; thy eyes’ windows fall," +- "Like death when he shuts up the day of life.\nEach part depriv’d of supple government," +- "Shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death.\nAnd in this borrow’d likeness of shrunk death" +- "Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,\nAnd then awake as from a pleasant sleep.\nNow when the bridegroom in the morning comes" +- "To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.\nThen as the manner of our country is," - "In thy best robes, uncover’d, on the bier,\nThou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault" -- "Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.\nIn the meantime, against thou shalt awake,\nShall Romeo by my letters know our drift," -- "And hither shall he come, and he and I\nWill watch thy waking, and that very night\nShall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua." -- "And this shall free thee from this present shame,\nIf no inconstant toy nor womanish fear\nAbate thy valour in the acting it." -- "JULIET.\nGive me, give me! O tell not me of fear!" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous\nIn this resolve. I’ll send a friar with speed" -- "To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord." -- "JULIET.\nLove give me strength, and strength shall help afford.\nFarewell, dear father.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" -- "SCENE II. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Servants." +- "Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.\nIn the meantime, against thou shalt awake," +- "Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,\nAnd hither shall he come, and he and I\nWill watch thy waking, and that very night" +- "Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.\nAnd this shall free thee from this present shame,\nIf no inconstant toy nor womanish fear" +- "Abate thy valour in the acting it.\n\nJULIET.\nGive me, give me! O tell not me of fear!" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous" +- "In this resolve. I’ll send a friar with speed\nTo Mantua, with my letters to thy lord." +- "JULIET.\nLove give me strength, and strength shall help afford.\nFarewell, dear father." +- "[_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. Hall in Capulet’s House." +- "Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Servants." - "CAPULET.\nSo many guests invite as here are writ.\n\n [_Exit first Servant._]" - "Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks." - "SECOND SERVANT.\nYou shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their\nfingers." - "CAPULET.\nHow canst thou try them so?" - "SECOND SERVANT.\nMarry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers;" -- "therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.\n\nCAPULET.\nGo, begone.\n\n [_Exit second Servant._]" +- "therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.\n\nCAPULET.\nGo, begone." +- "[_Exit second Servant._]" - "We shall be much unfurnish’d for this time.\nWhat, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?" - "NURSE.\nAy, forsooth." - "CAPULET.\nWell, he may chance to do some good on her." @@ -1366,55 +1469,61 @@ expression: chunks - "Now afore God, this reverend holy Friar,\nAll our whole city is much bound to him." - "JULIET.\nNurse, will you go with me into my closet,\nTo help me sort such needful ornaments" - "As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nNo, not till Thursday. There is time enough." -- "CAPULET.\nGo, Nurse, go with her. We’ll to church tomorrow.\n\n [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._]" +- "CAPULET.\nGo, Nurse, go with her. We’ll to church tomorrow." +- "[_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._]" - "LADY CAPULET.\nWe shall be short in our provision,\n’Tis now near night." - "CAPULET.\nTush, I will stir about,\nAnd all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife." - "Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her.\nI’ll not to bed tonight, let me alone." - "I’ll play the housewife for this once.—What, ho!—\nThey are all forth: well, I will walk myself" -- "To County Paris, to prepare him up\nAgainst tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light\nSince this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d." -- "[_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE III. Juliet’s Chamber.\n\n Enter Juliet and Nurse." +- "To County Paris, to prepare him up\nAgainst tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light" +- "Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" +- "SCENE III. Juliet’s Chamber.\n\n Enter Juliet and Nurse." - "JULIET.\nAy, those attires are best. But, gentle Nurse,\nI pray thee leave me to myself tonight;" - "For I have need of many orisons\nTo move the heavens to smile upon my state," - "Which, well thou know’st, is cross and full of sin.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet." - "LADY CAPULET.\nWhat, are you busy, ho? Need you my help?" -- "JULIET.\nNo, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries\nAs are behoveful for our state tomorrow." -- "So please you, let me now be left alone,\nAnd let the nurse this night sit up with you,\nFor I am sure you have your hands full all" -- "In this so sudden business.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nGood night.\nGet thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need." +- "JULIET.\nNo, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries" +- "As are behoveful for our state tomorrow.\nSo please you, let me now be left alone," +- "And let the nurse this night sit up with you,\nFor I am sure you have your hands full all\nIn this so sudden business." +- "LADY CAPULET.\nGood night.\nGet thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need." - "[_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._]" - "JULIET.\nFarewell. God knows when we shall meet again.\nI have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins" - "That almost freezes up the heat of life.\nI’ll call them back again to comfort me.\nNurse!—What should she do here?" - "My dismal scene I needs must act alone.\nCome, vial.\nWhat if this mixture do not work at all?" -- "Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?\nNo, No! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.\n\n [_Laying down her dagger._]" +- "Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?\nNo, No! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there." +- "[_Laying down her dagger._]" - "What if it be a poison, which the Friar\nSubtly hath minister’d to have me dead," - "Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d,\nBecause he married me before to Romeo?" - "I fear it is. And yet methinks it should not,\nFor he hath still been tried a holy man." -- "How if, when I am laid into the tomb,\nI wake before the time that Romeo\nCome to redeem me? There’s a fearful point!" -- "Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,\nTo whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in," -- "And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?\nOr, if I live, is it not very like,\nThe horrible conceit of death and night," -- "Together with the terror of the place,\nAs in a vault, an ancient receptacle,\nWhere for this many hundred years the bones" -- "Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d,\nWhere bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth," -- "Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,\nAt some hours in the night spirits resort—" -- "Alack, alack, is it not like that I,\nSo early waking, what with loathsome smells," -- "And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,\nThat living mortals, hearing them, run mad." -- "O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,\nEnvironed with all these hideous fears," -- "And madly play with my forefathers’ joints?\nAnd pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?" -- "And, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone,\nAs with a club, dash out my desperate brains?" -- "O look, methinks I see my cousin’s ghost\nSeeking out Romeo that did spit his body" -- "Upon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!\nRomeo, Romeo, Romeo, here’s drink! I drink to thee." -- "[_Throws herself on the bed._]\n\nSCENE IV. Hall in Capulet’s House." -- "Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nHold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse." +- "How if, when I am laid into the tomb,\nI wake before the time that Romeo" +- "Come to redeem me? There’s a fearful point!\nShall I not then be stifled in the vault," +- "To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,\nAnd there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?" +- "Or, if I live, is it not very like,\nThe horrible conceit of death and night,\nTogether with the terror of the place," +- "As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,\nWhere for this many hundred years the bones\nOf all my buried ancestors are pack’d," +- "Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,\nLies festering in his shroud; where, as they say," +- "At some hours in the night spirits resort—\nAlack, alack, is it not like that I," +- "So early waking, what with loathsome smells,\nAnd shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth," +- "That living mortals, hearing them, run mad.\nO, if I wake, shall I not be distraught," +- "Environed with all these hideous fears,\nAnd madly play with my forefathers’ joints?" +- "And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?\nAnd, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone," +- "As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?\nO look, methinks I see my cousin’s ghost" +- "Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body\nUpon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!" +- "Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, here’s drink! I drink to thee.\n\n [_Throws herself on the bed._]" +- "SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse." +- "LADY CAPULET.\nHold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse." - "NURSE.\nThey call for dates and quinces in the pastry.\n\n Enter Capulet." - "CAPULET.\nCome, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow’d," -- "The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock.\nLook to the bak’d meats, good Angelica;" -- Spare not for cost. +- "The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock." +- "Look to the bak’d meats, good Angelica;\nSpare not for cost." - "NURSE.\nGo, you cot-quean, go,\nGet you to bed; faith, you’ll be sick tomorrow" - For this night’s watching. - "CAPULET.\nNo, not a whit. What! I have watch’d ere now" - "All night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick." - "LADY CAPULET.\nAy, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;" - "But I will watch you from such watching now.\n\n [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._]" -- "CAPULET.\nA jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!\n\n Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets." -- "Now, fellow, what’s there?\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nThings for the cook, sir; but I know not what." +- "CAPULET.\nA jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!" +- "Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets.\n\nNow, fellow, what’s there?" +- "FIRST SERVANT.\nThings for the cook, sir; but I know not what." - "CAPULET.\nMake haste, make haste.\n\n [_Exit First Servant._]" - "—Sirrah, fetch drier logs.\nCall Peter, he will show thee where they are." - "SECOND SERVANT.\nI have a head, sir, that will find out logs\nAnd never trouble Peter for the matter." @@ -1428,23 +1537,25 @@ expression: chunks - "SCENE V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.\n\n Enter Nurse." - "NURSE.\nMistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she." - "Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed!" -- "Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!\nWhat, not a word? You take your pennyworths now." -- "Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,\nThe County Paris hath set up his rest" -- "That you shall rest but little. God forgive me!\nMarry and amen. How sound is she asleep!" -- "I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam!\nAy, let the County take you in your bed," -- "He’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be?\nWhat, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again?" -- "I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady!\nAlas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!" -- "O, well-a-day that ever I was born.\nSome aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady!" -- "Enter Lady Capulet.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nWhat noise is here?\n\nNURSE.\nO lamentable day!" +- "Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!" +- "What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.\nSleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant," +- "The County Paris hath set up his rest\nThat you shall rest but little. God forgive me!" +- "Marry and amen. How sound is she asleep!\nI needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam!" +- "Ay, let the County take you in your bed,\nHe’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be?" +- "What, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again?\nI must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady!" +- "Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!\nO, well-a-day that ever I was born." +- "Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady!\n\n Enter Lady Capulet." +- "LADY CAPULET.\nWhat noise is here?\n\nNURSE.\nO lamentable day!" - "LADY CAPULET.\nWhat is the matter?\n\nNURSE.\nLook, look! O heavy day!" - "LADY CAPULET.\nO me, O me! My child, my only life." - "Revive, look up, or I will die with thee.\nHelp, help! Call help.\n\n Enter Capulet." - "CAPULET.\nFor shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come." - "NURSE.\nShe’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day!" - "LADY CAPULET.\nAlack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead!" -- "CAPULET.\nHa! Let me see her. Out alas! She’s cold,\nHer blood is settled and her joints are stiff." -- "Life and these lips have long been separated.\nDeath lies on her like an untimely frost\nUpon the sweetest flower of all the field." -- "NURSE.\nO lamentable day!\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nO woful time!" +- "CAPULET.\nHa! Let me see her. Out alas! She’s cold," +- "Her blood is settled and her joints are stiff.\nLife and these lips have long been separated.\nDeath lies on her like an untimely frost" +- "Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.\n\nNURSE.\nO lamentable day!" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nO woful time!" - "CAPULET.\nDeath, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail," - "Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nCome, is the bride ready to go to church?" @@ -1479,9 +1590,9 @@ expression: chunks - "CAPULET.\nAll things that we ordained festival\nTurn from their office to black funeral:\nOur instruments to melancholy bells," - "Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;\nOur solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;\nOur bridal flowers serve for a buried corse," - And all things change them to the contrary. -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSir, go you in, and, madam, go with him,\nAnd go, Sir Paris, everyone prepare" -- "To follow this fair corse unto her grave.\nThe heavens do lower upon you for some ill;\nMove them no more by crossing their high will." -- "[_Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar._]" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSir, go you in, and, madam, go with him," +- "And go, Sir Paris, everyone prepare\nTo follow this fair corse unto her grave.\nThe heavens do lower upon you for some ill;" +- "Move them no more by crossing their high will.\n\n [_Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar._]" - "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nFaith, we may put up our pipes and be gone." - "NURSE.\nHonest good fellows, ah, put up, put up,\nFor well you know this is a pitiful case." - "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nAy, by my troth, the case may be amended.\n\n [_Exit Nurse._]" @@ -1489,9 +1600,9 @@ expression: chunks - "PETER.\nMusicians, O, musicians, ‘Heart’s ease,’ ‘Heart’s ease’, O, and you" - "will have me live, play ‘Heart’s ease.’\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhy ‘Heart’s ease’?" - "PETER.\nO musicians, because my heart itself plays ‘My heart is full’. O play\nme some merry dump to comfort me." -- "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nNot a dump we, ’tis no time to play now.\n\nPETER.\nYou will not then?" -- "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nNo.\n\nPETER.\nI will then give it you soundly." -- "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhat will you give us?" +- "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nNot a dump we, ’tis no time to play now." +- "PETER.\nYou will not then?\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nNo." +- "PETER.\nI will then give it you soundly.\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhat will you give us?" - "PETER.\nNo money, on my faith, but the gleek! I will give you the minstrel." - "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nThen will I give you the serving-creature." - "PETER.\nThen will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will" @@ -1511,8 +1622,9 @@ expression: chunks - "‘music with her silver sound’ because musicians have no gold for\nsounding.\n ‘Then music with her silver sound" - "With speedy help doth lend redress.’\n\n [_Exit._]" - "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhat a pestilent knave is this same!" -- "SECOND MUSICIAN.\nHang him, Jack. Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay" -- "dinner.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" +- SECOND MUSICIAN. +- "Hang him, Jack. Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay\ndinner." +- "[_Exeunt._]" - "ACT V\n\nSCENE I. Mantua. A Street.\n\n Enter Romeo." - "ROMEO.\nIf I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,\nMy dreams presage some joyful news at hand." - "My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne;\nAnd all this day an unaccustom’d spirit" @@ -1521,7 +1633,8 @@ expression: chunks - "That I reviv’d, and was an emperor.\nAh me, how sweet is love itself possess’d," - "When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy.\n\n Enter Balthasar." - "News from Verona! How now, Balthasar?\nDost thou not bring me letters from the Friar?" -- "How doth my lady? Is my father well?\nHow fares my Juliet? That I ask again;\nFor nothing can be ill if she be well." +- "How doth my lady? Is my father well?\nHow fares my Juliet? That I ask again;" +- For nothing can be ill if she be well. - "BALTHASAR.\nThen she is well, and nothing can be ill.\nHer body sleeps in Capel’s monument," - "And her immortal part with angels lives.\nI saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault,\nAnd presently took post to tell it you." - "O pardon me for bringing these ill news,\nSince you did leave it for my office, sir." @@ -1537,22 +1650,25 @@ expression: chunks - "To enter in the thoughts of desperate men.\nI do remember an apothecary,—" - "And hereabouts he dwells,—which late I noted\nIn tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows," - "Culling of simples, meagre were his looks,\nSharp misery had worn him to the bones;" -- "And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,\nAn alligator stuff’d, and other skins\nOf ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves" -- "A beggarly account of empty boxes,\nGreen earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds," -- "Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses\nWere thinly scatter’d, to make up a show." -- "Noting this penury, to myself I said,\nAnd if a man did need a poison now,\nWhose sale is present death in Mantua," +- "And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,\nAn alligator stuff’d, and other skins" +- "Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves\nA beggarly account of empty boxes," +- "Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,\nRemnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses" +- "Were thinly scatter’d, to make up a show.\nNoting this penury, to myself I said," +- "And if a man did need a poison now,\nWhose sale is present death in Mantua," - "Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.\nO, this same thought did but forerun my need," -- "And this same needy man must sell it me.\nAs I remember, this should be the house.\nBeing holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut." -- "What, ho! Apothecary!\n\n Enter Apothecary.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nWho calls so loud?" +- "And this same needy man must sell it me.\nAs I remember, this should be the house." +- "Being holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.\nWhat, ho! Apothecary!\n\n Enter Apothecary." +- "APOTHECARY.\nWho calls so loud?" - "ROMEO.\nCome hither, man. I see that thou art poor.\nHold, there is forty ducats. Let me have" - "A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear\nAs will disperse itself through all the veins," - "That the life-weary taker may fall dead,\nAnd that the trunk may be discharg’d of breath" - "As violently as hasty powder fir’d\nDoth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb." - "APOTHECARY.\nSuch mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law\nIs death to any he that utters them." -- "ROMEO.\nArt thou so bare and full of wretchedness,\nAnd fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks," -- "Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,\nContempt and beggary hangs upon thy back." -- "The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law;\nThe world affords no law to make thee rich;" -- "Then be not poor, but break it and take this.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nMy poverty, but not my will consents." +- "ROMEO.\nArt thou so bare and full of wretchedness," +- "And fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,\nNeed and oppression starveth in thine eyes," +- "Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.\nThe world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law;" +- "The world affords no law to make thee rich;\nThen be not poor, but break it and take this." +- "APOTHECARY.\nMy poverty, but not my will consents." - "ROMEO.\nI pay thy poverty, and not thy will." - "APOTHECARY.\nPut this in any liquid thing you will\nAnd drink it off; and, if you had the strength" - "Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight." @@ -1600,14 +1716,14 @@ expression: chunks - "The time and my intents are savage-wild;\nMore fierce and more inexorable far\nThan empty tigers or the roaring sea." - "BALTHASAR.\nI will be gone, sir, and not trouble you." - "ROMEO.\nSo shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that.\nLive, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow." -- "BALTHASAR.\nFor all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout.\nHis looks I fear, and his intents I doubt." -- "[_Retires_]" +- "BALTHASAR.\nFor all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout." +- "His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.\n\n [_Retires_]" - "ROMEO.\nThou detestable maw, thou womb of death," - "Gorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth,\nThus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open," - "[_Breaking open the door of the monument._]\n\nAnd in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food." - "PARIS.\nThis is that banish’d haughty Montague\nThat murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief," -- "It is supposed, the fair creature died,—\nAnd here is come to do some villanous shame\nTo the dead bodies. I will apprehend him." -- "[_Advances._]" +- "It is supposed, the fair creature died,—\nAnd here is come to do some villanous shame" +- "To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.\n\n [_Advances._]" - "Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague.\nCan vengeance be pursu’d further than death?" - "Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee.\nObey, and go with me, for thou must die." - "ROMEO.\nI must indeed; and therefore came I hither.\nGood gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man." @@ -1618,8 +1734,8 @@ expression: chunks - "PARIS.\nI do defy thy conjuration,\nAnd apprehend thee for a felon here." - "ROMEO.\nWilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!\n\n [_They fight._]" - "PAGE.\nO lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.\n\n [_Exit._]" -- "PARIS.\nO, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou be merciful,\nOpen the tomb, lay me with Juliet." -- "[_Dies._]" +- "PARIS.\nO, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou be merciful," +- "Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.\n\n [_Dies._]" - "ROMEO.\nIn faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.\nMercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris!" - "What said my man, when my betossed soul\nDid not attend him as we rode? I think\nHe told me Paris should have married Juliet." - "Said he not so? Or did I dream it so?\nOr am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet," @@ -1627,14 +1743,15 @@ expression: chunks - "I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.\nA grave? O no, a lantern, slaught’red youth," - "For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes\nThis vault a feasting presence full of light." - "Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d.\n\n [_Laying Paris in the monument._]" -- "How oft when men are at the point of death\nHave they been merry! Which their keepers call\nA lightning before death. O, how may I" -- "Call this a lightning? O my love, my wife,\nDeath that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath," -- "Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.\nThou art not conquer’d. Beauty’s ensign yet" -- "Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,\nAnd death’s pale flag is not advanced there." -- "Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?\nO, what more favour can I do to thee" -- "Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain\nTo sunder his that was thine enemy?" -- "Forgive me, cousin. Ah, dear Juliet,\nWhy art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe" -- "That unsubstantial death is amorous;\nAnd that the lean abhorred monster keeps\nThee here in dark to be his paramour?" +- "How oft when men are at the point of death\nHave they been merry! Which their keepers call" +- "A lightning before death. O, how may I\nCall this a lightning? O my love, my wife," +- "Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath,\nHath had no power yet upon thy beauty." +- "Thou art not conquer’d. Beauty’s ensign yet\nIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks," +- "And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.\nTybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?" +- "O, what more favour can I do to thee\nThan with that hand that cut thy youth in twain" +- "To sunder his that was thine enemy?\nForgive me, cousin. Ah, dear Juliet," +- "Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe\nThat unsubstantial death is amorous;" +- "And that the lean abhorred monster keeps\nThee here in dark to be his paramour?" - "For fear of that I still will stay with thee,\nAnd never from this palace of dim night\nDepart again. Here, here will I remain" - "With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here\nWill I set up my everlasting rest;" - "And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars\nFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last." @@ -1644,17 +1761,18 @@ expression: chunks - "Here’s to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary!" - "Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.\n\n [_Dies._]" - "Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar Lawrence, with a\n lantern, crow, and spade." -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSaint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight\nHave my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there?" -- "Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSaint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight" +- "Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there?\nWho is it that consorts, so late, the dead?" - "BALTHASAR.\nHere’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well." -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nBliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend,\nWhat torch is yond that vainly lends his light" -- "To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern,\nIt burneth in the Capels’ monument." +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nBliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend," +- "What torch is yond that vainly lends his light\nTo grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern," +- It burneth in the Capels’ monument. - "BALTHASAR.\nIt doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master,\nOne that you love." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nWho is it?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nRomeo." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHow long hath he been there?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nFull half an hour." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nGo with me to the vault." -- "BALTHASAR.\nI dare not, sir;\nMy master knows not but I am gone hence,\nAnd fearfully did menace me with death" -- If I did stay to look on his intents. +- "BALTHASAR.\nI dare not, sir;\nMy master knows not but I am gone hence," +- "And fearfully did menace me with death\nIf I did stay to look on his intents." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nStay then, I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me." - "O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing." - "BALTHASAR.\nAs I did sleep under this yew tree here,\nI dreamt my master and another fought," @@ -1669,7 +1787,8 @@ expression: chunks - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nI hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest\nOf death, contagion, and unnatural sleep." - "A greater power than we can contradict\nHath thwarted our intents. Come, come away." - "Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;\nAnd Paris too. Come, I’ll dispose of thee" -- "Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.\nStay not to question, for the watch is coming.\nCome, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay." +- "Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.\nStay not to question, for the watch is coming." +- "Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay." - "JULIET.\nGo, get thee hence, for I will not away.\n\n [_Exit Friar Lawrence._]" - What’s here? A cup clos’d in my true love’s hand? - "Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.\nO churl. Drink all, and left no friendly drop" @@ -1677,14 +1796,15 @@ expression: chunks - "To make me die with a restorative.\n\n [_Kisses him._]\n\nThy lips are warm!" - "FIRST WATCH.\n[_Within._] Lead, boy. Which way?" - "JULIET.\nYea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger." -- "[_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._]\n\nThis is thy sheath. [_stabs herself_] There rest, and let me die." +- "[_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._]" +- "This is thy sheath. [_stabs herself_] There rest, and let me die." - "[_Falls on Romeo’s body and dies._]\n\n Enter Watch with the Page of Paris." - "PAGE.\nThis is the place. There, where the torch doth burn." -- "FIRST WATCH.\nThe ground is bloody. Search about the churchyard.\nGo, some of you, whoe’er you find attach." -- "[_Exeunt some of the Watch._]" -- "Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain,\nAnd Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,\nWho here hath lain this two days buried." -- "Go tell the Prince; run to the Capulets.\nRaise up the Montagues, some others search." -- "[_Exeunt others of the Watch._]" +- "FIRST WATCH.\nThe ground is bloody. Search about the churchyard." +- "Go, some of you, whoe’er you find attach.\n\n [_Exeunt some of the Watch._]" +- "Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain,\nAnd Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead," +- "Who here hath lain this two days buried.\nGo tell the Prince; run to the Capulets." +- "Raise up the Montagues, some others search.\n\n [_Exeunt others of the Watch._]" - "We see the ground whereon these woes do lie,\nBut the true ground of all these piteous woes" - "We cannot without circumstance descry.\n\n Re-enter some of the Watch with Balthasar." - "SECOND WATCH.\nHere’s Romeo’s man. We found him in the churchyard." @@ -1722,15 +1842,17 @@ expression: chunks - "Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from this city;\nFor whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin’d." - "You, to remove that siege of grief from her,\nBetroth’d, and would have married her perforce" - "To County Paris. Then comes she to me,\nAnd with wild looks, bid me devise some means\nTo rid her from this second marriage," -- "Or in my cell there would she kill herself.\nThen gave I her, so tutored by my art,\nA sleeping potion, which so took effect" -- "As I intended, for it wrought on her\nThe form of death. Meantime I writ to Romeo\nThat he should hither come as this dire night" -- "To help to take her from her borrow’d grave,\nBeing the time the potion’s force should cease." -- "But he which bore my letter, Friar John,\nWas stay’d by accident; and yesternight\nReturn’d my letter back. Then all alone" -- "At the prefixed hour of her waking\nCame I to take her from her kindred’s vault,\nMeaning to keep her closely at my cell" -- "Till I conveniently could send to Romeo.\nBut when I came, some minute ere the time\nOf her awaking, here untimely lay" -- "The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.\nShe wakes; and I entreated her come forth\nAnd bear this work of heaven with patience." -- "But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;\nAnd she, too desperate, would not go with me," -- "But, as it seems, did violence on herself.\nAll this I know; and to the marriage\nHer Nurse is privy. And if ought in this" +- "Or in my cell there would she kill herself.\nThen gave I her, so tutored by my art," +- "A sleeping potion, which so took effect\nAs I intended, for it wrought on her\nThe form of death. Meantime I writ to Romeo" +- "That he should hither come as this dire night\nTo help to take her from her borrow’d grave," +- "Being the time the potion’s force should cease.\nBut he which bore my letter, Friar John," +- "Was stay’d by accident; and yesternight\nReturn’d my letter back. Then all alone\nAt the prefixed hour of her waking" +- "Came I to take her from her kindred’s vault,\nMeaning to keep her closely at my cell" +- "Till I conveniently could send to Romeo.\nBut when I came, some minute ere the time" +- "Of her awaking, here untimely lay\nThe noble Paris and true Romeo dead.\nShe wakes; and I entreated her come forth" +- "And bear this work of heaven with patience.\nBut then a noise did scare me from the tomb;" +- "And she, too desperate, would not go with me,\nBut, as it seems, did violence on herself." +- "All this I know; and to the marriage\nHer Nurse is privy. And if ought in this" - "Miscarried by my fault, let my old life\nBe sacrific’d, some hour before his time," - Unto the rigour of severest law. - "PRINCE.\nWe still have known thee for a holy man.\nWhere’s Romeo’s man? What can he say to this?" @@ -1740,51 +1862,58 @@ expression: chunks - "PRINCE.\nGive me the letter, I will look on it.\nWhere is the County’s Page that rais’d the watch?" - "Sirrah, what made your master in this place?" - "PAGE.\nHe came with flowers to strew his lady’s grave,\nAnd bid me stand aloof, and so I did." -- "Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb,\nAnd by and by my master drew on him,\nAnd then I ran away to call the watch." +- "Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb,\nAnd by and by my master drew on him," +- And then I ran away to call the watch. - "PRINCE.\nThis letter doth make good the Friar’s words,\nTheir course of love, the tidings of her death." - "And here he writes that he did buy a poison\nOf a poor ’pothecary, and therewithal" - "Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.\nWhere be these enemies? Capulet, Montague," - "See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,\nThat heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!" - "And I, for winking at your discords too,\nHave lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punish’d." -- "CAPULET.\nO brother Montague, give me thy hand.\nThis is my daughter’s jointure, for no more\nCan I demand." +- "CAPULET.\nO brother Montague, give me thy hand.\nThis is my daughter’s jointure, for no more" +- Can I demand. - "MONTAGUE.\nBut I can give thee more,\nFor I will raise her statue in pure gold," - "That whiles Verona by that name is known,\nThere shall no figure at such rate be set\nAs that of true and faithful Juliet." - "CAPULET.\nAs rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie,\nPoor sacrifices of our enmity." - "PRINCE.\nA glooming peace this morning with it brings;\nThe sun for sorrow will not show his head." -- "Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.\nSome shall be pardon’d, and some punished,\nFor never was a story of more woe" -- "Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" -- "*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET **" -- "*\n\nUpdated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will\nbe renamed." +- "Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.\nSome shall be pardon’d, and some punished," +- "For never was a story of more woe\nThan this of Juliet and her Romeo.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" +- "*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET" +- "***\n\nUpdated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will\nbe renamed." - "Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright\nlaw means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works," - "so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the\nUnited States without permission and without paying copyright" - "royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms\nof the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at\nwww.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you\nwill have to check the laws of the country where you are located before\nusing this eBook.\n\nTitle: Romeo and Juliet\n\nAuthor: William Shakespeare\n\nRelease Date: November, 1998 [eBook #1513]\n[Most recently updated: May 11, 2022]\n\nLanguage: English\n\n\nProduced by: the PG Shakespeare Team, a team of about twenty Project Gutenberg volunteers.\n\n*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET ***\n\n\n\n\nTHE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET\n\n\n\nby William Shakespeare\n\n\nContents\n\nTHE PROLOGUE.\n\nACT I\nScene I. A public place.\nScene II. A Street.\nScene III. Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene IV. A Street.\nScene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n\nACT II\nCHORUS.\nScene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.\nScene II. Capulet’s Garden.\nScene III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene IV. A Street.\nScene V. Capulet’s Garden.\nScene VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n\nACT III\nScene I. A public Place.\nScene II. A Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.\nScene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.\n\n\nACT IV\nScene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene II. Hall in Capulet’s House.\nScene III. Juliet’s Chamber.\nScene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.\nScene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.\n\n\nACT V\nScene I. Mantua. A Street.\nScene II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets." - "Dramatis Personæ\n\nESCALUS, Prince of Verona.\nMERCUTIO, kinsman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo.\nPARIS, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince.\nPage to Paris.\n\nMONTAGUE, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Capulets.\nLADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague.\nROMEO, son to Montague.\nBENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo.\nABRAM, servant to Montague.\nBALTHASAR, servant to Romeo.\n\nCAPULET, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Montagues.\nLADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.\nJULIET, daughter to Capulet.\nTYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.\nCAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man.\nNURSE to Juliet.\nPETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse.\nSAMPSON, servant to Capulet.\nGREGORY, servant to Capulet.\nServants.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan.\nFRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.\nAn Apothecary.\nCHORUS.\nThree Musicians.\nAn Officer.\nCitizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses;\nMaskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants.\n\nSCENE. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in the\nFifth Act, at Mantua." @@ -14,16 +15,16 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nShe hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;\nFor beauty starv’d with her severity,\nCuts beauty off from all posterity.\nShe is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,\nTo merit bliss by making me despair.\nShe hath forsworn to love, and in that vow\nDo I live dead, that live to tell it now.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nBe rul’d by me, forget to think of her.\n\nROMEO.\nO teach me how I should forget to think.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nBy giving liberty unto thine eyes;\nExamine other beauties.\n\nROMEO.\n’Tis the way\nTo call hers, exquisite, in question more.\nThese happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows,\nBeing black, puts us in mind they hide the fair;\nHe that is strucken blind cannot forget\nThe precious treasure of his eyesight lost.\nShow me a mistress that is passing fair,\nWhat doth her beauty serve but as a note\nWhere I may read who pass’d that passing fair?\nFarewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nI’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. A Street.\n\n Enter Capulet, Paris and Servant.\n\nCAPULET.\nBut Montague is bound as well as I,\nIn penalty alike; and ’tis not hard, I think,\nFor men so old as we to keep the peace.\n\nPARIS.\nOf honourable reckoning are you both,\nAnd pity ’tis you liv’d at odds so long.\nBut now my lord, what say you to my suit?\n\nCAPULET.\nBut saying o’er what I have said before.\nMy child is yet a stranger in the world,\nShe hath not seen the change of fourteen years;\nLet two more summers wither in their pride\nEre we may think her ripe to be a bride.\n\nPARIS.\nYounger than she are happy mothers made." - "CAPULET.\nAnd too soon marr’d are those so early made.\nThe earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,\nShe is the hopeful lady of my earth:\nBut woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,\nMy will to her consent is but a part;\nAnd she agree, within her scope of choice\nLies my consent and fair according voice.\nThis night I hold an old accustom’d feast,\nWhereto I have invited many a guest,\nSuch as I love, and you among the store,\nOne more, most welcome, makes my number more.\nAt my poor house look to behold this night\nEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:\nSuch comfort as do lusty young men feel\nWhen well apparell’d April on the heel\nOf limping winter treads, even such delight\nAmong fresh female buds shall you this night\nInherit at my house. Hear all, all see,\nAnd like her most whose merit most shall be:\nWhich, on more view of many, mine, being one,\nMay stand in number, though in reckoning none.\nCome, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about\nThrough fair Verona; find those persons out\nWhose names are written there, [_gives a paper_] and to them say,\nMy house and welcome on their pleasure stay.\n\n [_Exeunt Capulet and Paris._]\n\nSERVANT.\nFind them out whose names are written here! It is written that the\nshoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the\nfisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to\nfind those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what\nnames the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good\ntime!\n\n Enter Benvolio and Romeo.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nTut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning,\nOne pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish;\nTurn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;\nOne desperate grief cures with another’s languish:\nTake thou some new infection to thy eye,\nAnd the rank poison of the old will die.\n\nROMEO.\nYour plantain leaf is excellent for that.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nFor what, I pray thee?\n\nROMEO.\nFor your broken shin." - "BENVOLIO.\nWhy, Romeo, art thou mad?\n\nROMEO.\nNot mad, but bound more than a madman is:\nShut up in prison, kept without my food,\nWhipp’d and tormented and—God-den, good fellow.\n\nSERVANT.\nGod gi’ go-den. I pray, sir, can you read?\n\nROMEO.\nAy, mine own fortune in my misery.\n\nSERVANT.\nPerhaps you have learned it without book.\nBut I pray, can you read anything you see?\n\nROMEO.\nAy, If I know the letters and the language.\n\nSERVANT.\nYe say honestly, rest you merry!\n\nROMEO.\nStay, fellow; I can read.\n\n [_He reads the letter._]\n\n_Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;\nCounty Anselmo and his beauteous sisters;\nThe lady widow of Utruvio;\nSignior Placentio and his lovely nieces;\nMercutio and his brother Valentine;\nMine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters;\nMy fair niece Rosaline and Livia;\nSignior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;\nLucio and the lively Helena. _" -- "A fair assembly. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come?\n\nSERVANT.\nUp.\n\nROMEO.\nWhither to supper?\n\nSERVANT.\nTo our house.\n\nROMEO.\nWhose house?\n\nSERVANT.\nMy master’s.\n\nROMEO.\nIndeed I should have ask’d you that before.\n\nSERVANT.\nNow I’ll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet,\nand if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a\ncup of wine. Rest you merry.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAt this same ancient feast of Capulet’s\nSups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st;\nWith all the admired beauties of Verona.\nGo thither and with unattainted eye,\nCompare her face with some that I shall show,\nAnd I will make thee think thy swan a crow.\n\nROMEO.\nWhen the devout religion of mine eye\nMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire;\nAnd these who, often drown’d, could never die,\nTransparent heretics, be burnt for liars.\nOne fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun\nNe’er saw her match since first the world begun.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nTut, you saw her fair, none else being by,\nHerself pois’d with herself in either eye:\nBut in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d\nYour lady’s love against some other maid\nThat I will show you shining at this feast,\nAnd she shall scant show well that now shows best.\n\nROMEO.\nI’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,\nBut to rejoice in splendour of my own.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nNurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.\n\nNURSE.\nNow, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,\nI bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird!\nGod forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\nJULIET.\nHow now, who calls?\n\nNURSE.\nYour mother." -- "JULIET.\nMadam, I am here. What is your will?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nThis is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,\nWe must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,\nI have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.\nThou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.\n\nNURSE.\nFaith, I can tell her age unto an hour.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nShe’s not fourteen.\n\nNURSE.\nI’ll lay fourteen of my teeth,\nAnd yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,\nShe is not fourteen. How long is it now\nTo Lammas-tide?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nA fortnight and odd days." +- "A fair assembly. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come?\n\nSERVANT.\nUp.\n\nROMEO.\nWhither to supper?\n\nSERVANT.\nTo our house.\n\nROMEO.\nWhose house?\n\nSERVANT.\nMy master’s.\n\nROMEO.\nIndeed I should have ask’d you that before.\n\nSERVANT.\nNow I’ll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet,\nand if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a\ncup of wine. Rest you merry.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAt this same ancient feast of Capulet’s\nSups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st;\nWith all the admired beauties of Verona.\nGo thither and with unattainted eye,\nCompare her face with some that I shall show,\nAnd I will make thee think thy swan a crow.\n\nROMEO.\nWhen the devout religion of mine eye\nMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire;\nAnd these who, often drown’d, could never die,\nTransparent heretics, be burnt for liars.\nOne fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun\nNe’er saw her match since first the world begun.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nTut, you saw her fair, none else being by,\nHerself pois’d with herself in either eye:\nBut in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d\nYour lady’s love against some other maid\nThat I will show you shining at this feast,\nAnd she shall scant show well that now shows best.\n\nROMEO.\nI’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,\nBut to rejoice in splendour of my own.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nNurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.\n\nNURSE.\nNow, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,\nI bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird!\nGod forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\nJULIET.\nHow now, who calls?" +- "NURSE.\nYour mother.\n\nJULIET.\nMadam, I am here. What is your will?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nThis is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,\nWe must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,\nI have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.\nThou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.\n\nNURSE.\nFaith, I can tell her age unto an hour.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nShe’s not fourteen.\n\nNURSE.\nI’ll lay fourteen of my teeth,\nAnd yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,\nShe is not fourteen. How long is it now\nTo Lammas-tide?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nA fortnight and odd days." - "NURSE.\nEven or odd, of all days in the year,\nCome Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.\nSusan and she,—God rest all Christian souls!—\nWere of an age. Well, Susan is with God;\nShe was too good for me. But as I said,\nOn Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen;\nThat shall she, marry; I remember it well.\n’Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;\nAnd she was wean’d,—I never shall forget it—,\nOf all the days of the year, upon that day:\nFor I had then laid wormwood to my dug,\nSitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall;\nMy lord and you were then at Mantua:\nNay, I do bear a brain. But as I said,\nWhen it did taste the wormwood on the nipple\nOf my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,\nTo see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug!\nShake, quoth the dovehouse: ’twas no need, I trow,\nTo bid me trudge.\nAnd since that time it is eleven years;\nFor then she could stand alone; nay, by th’rood\nShe could have run and waddled all about;\nFor even the day before she broke her brow,\nAnd then my husband,—God be with his soul!\nA was a merry man,—took up the child:\n‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?\nThou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;\nWilt thou not, Jule?’ and, by my holidame,\nThe pretty wretch left crying, and said ‘Ay’.\nTo see now how a jest shall come about.\nI warrant, and I should live a thousand years,\nI never should forget it. ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he;\nAnd, pretty fool, it stinted, and said ‘Ay.’\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nEnough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace." - "NURSE.\nYes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh,\nTo think it should leave crying, and say ‘Ay’;\nAnd yet I warrant it had upon it brow\nA bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone;\nA perilous knock, and it cried bitterly.\n‘Yea,’ quoth my husband, ‘fall’st upon thy face?\nThou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;\nWilt thou not, Jule?’ it stinted, and said ‘Ay’.\n\nJULIET.\nAnd stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.\n\nNURSE.\nPeace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace\nThou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nurs’d:\nAnd I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nMarry, that marry is the very theme\nI came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,\nHow stands your disposition to be married?\n\nJULIET.\nIt is an honour that I dream not of.\n\nNURSE.\nAn honour! Were not I thine only nurse,\nI would say thou hadst suck’d wisdom from thy teat.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nWell, think of marriage now: younger than you,\nHere in Verona, ladies of esteem,\nAre made already mothers. By my count\nI was your mother much upon these years\nThat you are now a maid. Thus, then, in brief;\nThe valiant Paris seeks you for his love.\n\nNURSE.\nA man, young lady! Lady, such a man\nAs all the world—why he’s a man of wax.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nVerona’s summer hath not such a flower.\n\nNURSE.\nNay, he’s a flower, in faith a very flower." - "LADY CAPULET.\nWhat say you, can you love the gentleman?\nThis night you shall behold him at our feast;\nRead o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,\nAnd find delight writ there with beauty’s pen.\nExamine every married lineament,\nAnd see how one another lends content;\nAnd what obscur’d in this fair volume lies,\nFind written in the margent of his eyes.\nThis precious book of love, this unbound lover,\nTo beautify him, only lacks a cover:\nThe fish lives in the sea; and ’tis much pride\nFor fair without the fair within to hide.\nThat book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,\nThat in gold clasps locks in the golden story;\nSo shall you share all that he doth possess,\nBy having him, making yourself no less.\n\nNURSE.\nNo less, nay bigger. Women grow by men.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nSpeak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?\n\nJULIET.\nI’ll look to like, if looking liking move:\nBut no more deep will I endart mine eye\nThan your consent gives strength to make it fly.\n\n Enter a Servant.\n\nSERVANT.\nMadam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady\nasked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity.\nI must hence to wait, I beseech you follow straight.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nWe follow thee.\n\n [_Exit Servant._]\n\nJuliet, the County stays.\n\nNURSE.\nGo, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE IV. A Street.\n\n Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers;\n Torch-bearers and others.\n\nROMEO.\nWhat, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?\nOr shall we on without apology?" - "BENVOLIO.\nThe date is out of such prolixity:\nWe’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf,\nBearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,\nScaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;\nNor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke\nAfter the prompter, for our entrance:\nBut let them measure us by what they will,\nWe’ll measure them a measure, and be gone.\n\nROMEO.\nGive me a torch, I am not for this ambling;\nBeing but heavy I will bear the light.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nNay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.\n\nROMEO.\nNot I, believe me, you have dancing shoes,\nWith nimble soles, I have a soul of lead\nSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nYou are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings,\nAnd soar with them above a common bound.\n\nROMEO.\nI am too sore enpierced with his shaft\nTo soar with his light feathers, and so bound,\nI cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.\nUnder love’s heavy burden do I sink.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAnd, to sink in it, should you burden love;\nToo great oppression for a tender thing.\n\nROMEO.\nIs love a tender thing? It is too rough,\nToo rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nIf love be rough with you, be rough with love;\nPrick love for pricking, and you beat love down.\nGive me a case to put my visage in: [_Putting on a mask._]\nA visor for a visor. What care I\nWhat curious eye doth quote deformities?\nHere are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nCome, knock and enter; and no sooner in\nBut every man betake him to his legs.\n\nROMEO.\nA torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,\nTickle the senseless rushes with their heels;\nFor I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase,\nI’ll be a candle-holder and look on,\nThe game was ne’er so fair, and I am done." - "MERCUTIO.\nTut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s own word:\nIf thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire\nOr save your reverence love, wherein thou stickest\nUp to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho.\n\nROMEO.\nNay, that’s not so.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nI mean sir, in delay\nWe waste our lights in vain, light lights by day.\nTake our good meaning, for our judgment sits\nFive times in that ere once in our five wits.\n\nROMEO.\nAnd we mean well in going to this mask;\nBut ’tis no wit to go.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nWhy, may one ask?\n\nROMEO.\nI dreamt a dream tonight.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAnd so did I.\n\nROMEO.\nWell what was yours?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThat dreamers often lie.\n\nROMEO.\nIn bed asleep, while they do dream things true." -- "MERCUTIO.\nO, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.\nShe is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes\nIn shape no bigger than an agate-stone\nOn the fore-finger of an alderman,\nDrawn with a team of little atomies\nOver men’s noses as they lie asleep:\nHer waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;\nThe cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;\nHer traces, of the smallest spider’s web;\nThe collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams;\nHer whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film;\nHer waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,\nNot half so big as a round little worm\nPrick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:\nHer chariot is an empty hazelnut,\nMade by the joiner squirrel or old grub,\nTime out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.\nAnd in this state she gallops night by night\nThrough lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;\nO’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;\nO’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;\nO’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,\nWhich oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,\nBecause their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:\nSometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,\nAnd then dreams he of smelling out a suit;\nAnd sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail,\nTickling a parson’s nose as a lies asleep,\nThen dreams he of another benefice:\nSometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,\nAnd then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,\nOf breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades,\nOf healths five fathom deep; and then anon\nDrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;\nAnd, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,\nAnd sleeps again. This is that very Mab\nThat plats the manes of horses in the night;\nAnd bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,\nWhich, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:\nThis is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,\nThat presses them, and learns them first to bear," -- "Making them women of good carriage:\nThis is she,—\n\nROMEO.\nPeace, peace, Mercutio, peace,\nThou talk’st of nothing.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nTrue, I talk of dreams,\nWhich are the children of an idle brain,\nBegot of nothing but vain fantasy,\nWhich is as thin of substance as the air,\nAnd more inconstant than the wind, who wooes\nEven now the frozen bosom of the north,\nAnd, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,\nTurning his side to the dew-dropping south.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nThis wind you talk of blows us from ourselves:\nSupper is done, and we shall come too late.\n\nROMEO.\nI fear too early: for my mind misgives\nSome consequence yet hanging in the stars,\nShall bitterly begin his fearful date\nWith this night’s revels; and expire the term\nOf a despised life, clos’d in my breast\nBy some vile forfeit of untimely death.\nBut he that hath the steerage of my course\nDirect my suit. On, lusty gentlemen!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nStrike, drum.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nWhere’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away?\nHe shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher!\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nWhen good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they\nunwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nAway with the join-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the\nplate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and as thou loves me,\nlet the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony and Potpan!\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nAy, boy, ready.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nYou are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the\ngreat chamber.\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nWe cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and\nthe longer liver take all.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" -- "Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers.\n\nCAPULET.\nWelcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes\nUnplagu’d with corns will have a bout with you.\nAh my mistresses, which of you all\nWill now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,\nShe I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?\nWelcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day\nThat I have worn a visor, and could tell\nA whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,\nSuch as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone,\nYou are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.\nA hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls.\n\n [_Music plays, and they dance._]\n\nMore light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,\nAnd quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.\nAh sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.\nNay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet,\nFor you and I are past our dancing days;\nHow long is’t now since last yourself and I\nWere in a mask?\n\nCAPULET’S COUSIN.\nBy’r Lady, thirty years.\n\nCAPULET.\nWhat, man, ’tis not so much, ’tis not so much:\n’Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,\nCome Pentecost as quickly as it will,\nSome five and twenty years; and then we mask’d.\n\nCAPULET’S COUSIN.\n’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir;\nHis son is thirty.\n\nCAPULET.\nWill you tell me that?\nHis son was but a ward two years ago.\n\nROMEO.\nWhat lady is that, which doth enrich the hand\nOf yonder knight?\n\nSERVANT.\nI know not, sir." +- "MERCUTIO.\nO, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.\nShe is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes\nIn shape no bigger than an agate-stone\nOn the fore-finger of an alderman,\nDrawn with a team of little atomies\nOver men’s noses as they lie asleep:\nHer waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;\nThe cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;\nHer traces, of the smallest spider’s web;\nThe collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams;\nHer whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film;\nHer waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,\nNot half so big as a round little worm\nPrick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:\nHer chariot is an empty hazelnut,\nMade by the joiner squirrel or old grub,\nTime out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.\nAnd in this state she gallops night by night\nThrough lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;\nO’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;\nO’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;\nO’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,\nWhich oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,\nBecause their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:\nSometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,\nAnd then dreams he of smelling out a suit;\nAnd sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail,\nTickling a parson’s nose as a lies asleep,\nThen dreams he of another benefice:\nSometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,\nAnd then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,\nOf breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades,\nOf healths five fathom deep; and then anon\nDrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;\nAnd, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,\nAnd sleeps again. This is that very Mab\nThat plats the manes of horses in the night;\nAnd bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,\nWhich, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:\nThis is the hag, when maids lie on their backs," +- "That presses them, and learns them first to bear,\nMaking them women of good carriage:\nThis is she,—\n\nROMEO.\nPeace, peace, Mercutio, peace,\nThou talk’st of nothing.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nTrue, I talk of dreams,\nWhich are the children of an idle brain,\nBegot of nothing but vain fantasy,\nWhich is as thin of substance as the air,\nAnd more inconstant than the wind, who wooes\nEven now the frozen bosom of the north,\nAnd, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,\nTurning his side to the dew-dropping south.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nThis wind you talk of blows us from ourselves:\nSupper is done, and we shall come too late.\n\nROMEO.\nI fear too early: for my mind misgives\nSome consequence yet hanging in the stars,\nShall bitterly begin his fearful date\nWith this night’s revels; and expire the term\nOf a despised life, clos’d in my breast\nBy some vile forfeit of untimely death.\nBut he that hath the steerage of my course\nDirect my suit. On, lusty gentlemen!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nStrike, drum.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nWhere’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away?\nHe shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher!\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nWhen good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they\nunwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nAway with the join-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the\nplate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and as thou loves me,\nlet the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony and Potpan!\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nAy, boy, ready.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nYou are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the\ngreat chamber.\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nWe cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and\nthe longer liver take all." +- "[_Exeunt._]\n\n Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers.\n\nCAPULET.\nWelcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes\nUnplagu’d with corns will have a bout with you.\nAh my mistresses, which of you all\nWill now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,\nShe I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?\nWelcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day\nThat I have worn a visor, and could tell\nA whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,\nSuch as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone,\nYou are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.\nA hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls.\n\n [_Music plays, and they dance._]\n\nMore light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,\nAnd quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.\nAh sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.\nNay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet,\nFor you and I are past our dancing days;\nHow long is’t now since last yourself and I\nWere in a mask?\n\nCAPULET’S COUSIN.\nBy’r Lady, thirty years.\n\nCAPULET.\nWhat, man, ’tis not so much, ’tis not so much:\n’Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,\nCome Pentecost as quickly as it will,\nSome five and twenty years; and then we mask’d.\n\nCAPULET’S COUSIN.\n’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir;\nHis son is thirty.\n\nCAPULET.\nWill you tell me that?\nHis son was but a ward two years ago.\n\nROMEO.\nWhat lady is that, which doth enrich the hand\nOf yonder knight?\n\nSERVANT.\nI know not, sir." - "ROMEO.\nO, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!\nIt seems she hangs upon the cheek of night\nAs a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear;\nBeauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!\nSo shows a snowy dove trooping with crows\nAs yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.\nThe measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,\nAnd touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.\nDid my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!\nFor I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.\n\nTYBALT.\nThis by his voice, should be a Montague.\nFetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave\nCome hither, cover’d with an antic face,\nTo fleer and scorn at our solemnity?\nNow by the stock and honour of my kin,\nTo strike him dead I hold it not a sin.\n\nCAPULET.\nWhy how now, kinsman!\nWherefore storm you so?\n\nTYBALT.\nUncle, this is a Montague, our foe;\nA villain that is hither come in spite,\nTo scorn at our solemnity this night.\n\nCAPULET.\nYoung Romeo, is it?\n\nTYBALT.\n’Tis he, that villain Romeo.\n\nCAPULET.\nContent thee, gentle coz, let him alone,\nA bears him like a portly gentleman;\nAnd, to say truth, Verona brags of him\nTo be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth.\nI would not for the wealth of all the town\nHere in my house do him disparagement.\nTherefore be patient, take no note of him,\nIt is my will; the which if thou respect,\nShow a fair presence and put off these frowns,\nAn ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.\n\nTYBALT.\nIt fits when such a villain is a guest:\nI’ll not endure him.\n\nCAPULET.\nHe shall be endur’d.\nWhat, goodman boy! I say he shall, go to;\nAm I the master here, or you? Go to.\nYou’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul,\nYou’ll make a mutiny among my guests!\nYou will set cock-a-hoop, you’ll be the man!" - "TYBALT.\nWhy, uncle, ’tis a shame.\n\nCAPULET.\nGo to, go to!\nYou are a saucy boy. Is’t so, indeed?\nThis trick may chance to scathe you, I know what.\nYou must contrary me! Marry, ’tis time.\nWell said, my hearts!—You are a princox; go:\nBe quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame!\nI’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts.\n\nTYBALT.\nPatience perforce with wilful choler meeting\nMakes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.\nI will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,\nNow seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nROMEO.\n[_To Juliet._] If I profane with my unworthiest hand\nThis holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,\nMy lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand\nTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.\n\nJULIET.\nGood pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,\nWhich mannerly devotion shows in this;\nFor saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,\nAnd palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.\n\nROMEO.\nHave not saints lips, and holy palmers too?\n\nJULIET.\nAy, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.\n\nROMEO.\nO, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:\nThey pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.\n\nJULIET.\nSaints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.\n\nROMEO.\nThen move not while my prayer’s effect I take.\nThus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d.\n[_Kissing her._]\n\nJULIET.\nThen have my lips the sin that they have took.\n\nROMEO.\nSin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!\nGive me my sin again.\n\nJULIET.\nYou kiss by the book.\n\nNURSE.\nMadam, your mother craves a word with you.\n\nROMEO.\nWhat is her mother?" - "NURSE.\nMarry, bachelor,\nHer mother is the lady of the house,\nAnd a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.\nI nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal.\nI tell you, he that can lay hold of her\nShall have the chinks.\n\nROMEO.\nIs she a Capulet?\nO dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAway, be gone; the sport is at the best.\n\nROMEO.\nAy, so I fear; the more is my unrest.\n\nCAPULET.\nNay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,\nWe have a trifling foolish banquet towards.\nIs it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all;\nI thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.\nMore torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.\nAh, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,\nI’ll to my rest.\n\n [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._]\n\nJULIET.\nCome hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?\n\nNURSE.\nThe son and heir of old Tiberio.\n\nJULIET.\nWhat’s he that now is going out of door?\n\nNURSE.\nMarry, that I think be young Petruchio.\n\nJULIET.\nWhat’s he that follows here, that would not dance?\n\nNURSE.\nI know not.\n\nJULIET.\nGo ask his name. If he be married,\nMy grave is like to be my wedding bed.\n\nNURSE.\nHis name is Romeo, and a Montague,\nThe only son of your great enemy.\n\nJULIET.\nMy only love sprung from my only hate!\nToo early seen unknown, and known too late!\nProdigious birth of love it is to me,\nThat I must love a loathed enemy.\n\nNURSE.\nWhat’s this? What’s this?\n\nJULIET.\nA rhyme I learn’d even now\nOf one I danc’d withal.\n\n [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._]\n\nNURSE.\nAnon, anon!\nCome let’s away, the strangers all are gone.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" @@ -47,8 +48,8 @@ expression: chunks - "NURSE.\nWell, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man.\nRomeo? No, not he. Though his face be better than any man’s, yet his\nleg excels all men’s, and for a hand and a foot, and a body, though\nthey be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare. He is not the\nflower of courtesy, but I’ll warrant him as gentle as a lamb. Go thy\nways, wench, serve God. What, have you dined at home?\n\nJULIET.\nNo, no. But all this did I know before.\nWhat says he of our marriage? What of that?\n\nNURSE.\nLord, how my head aches! What a head have I!\nIt beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.\nMy back o’ t’other side,—O my back, my back!\nBeshrew your heart for sending me about\nTo catch my death with jauncing up and down.\n\nJULIET.\nI’faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.\nSweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what says my love?\n\nNURSE.\nYour love says like an honest gentleman,\nAnd a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,\nAnd I warrant a virtuous,—Where is your mother?\n\nJULIET.\nWhere is my mother? Why, she is within.\nWhere should she be? How oddly thou repliest.\n‘Your love says, like an honest gentleman,\n‘Where is your mother?’\n\nNURSE.\nO God’s lady dear,\nAre you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow.\nIs this the poultice for my aching bones?\nHenceforward do your messages yourself.\n\nJULIET.\nHere’s such a coil. Come, what says Romeo?\n\nNURSE.\nHave you got leave to go to shrift today?\n\nJULIET.\nI have." - "NURSE.\nThen hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’ cell;\nThere stays a husband to make you a wife.\nNow comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,\nThey’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.\nHie you to church. I must another way,\nTo fetch a ladder by the which your love\nMust climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark.\nI am the drudge, and toil in your delight;\nBut you shall bear the burden soon at night.\nGo. I’ll to dinner; hie you to the cell.\n\nJULIET.\nHie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSo smile the heavens upon this holy act\nThat after-hours with sorrow chide us not.\n\nROMEO.\nAmen, amen, but come what sorrow can,\nIt cannot countervail the exchange of joy\nThat one short minute gives me in her sight.\nDo thou but close our hands with holy words,\nThen love-devouring death do what he dare,\nIt is enough I may but call her mine.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThese violent delights have violent ends,\nAnd in their triumph die; like fire and powder,\nWhich as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey\nIs loathsome in his own deliciousness,\nAnd in the taste confounds the appetite.\nTherefore love moderately: long love doth so;\nToo swift arrives as tardy as too slow.\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\nHere comes the lady. O, so light a foot\nWill ne’er wear out the everlasting flint.\nA lover may bestride the gossamers\nThat idles in the wanton summer air\nAnd yet not fall; so light is vanity.\n\nJULIET.\nGood even to my ghostly confessor.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nRomeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.\n\nJULIET.\nAs much to him, else is his thanks too much." - "ROMEO.\nAh, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy\nBe heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more\nTo blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath\nThis neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue\nUnfold the imagin’d happiness that both\nReceive in either by this dear encounter.\n\nJULIET.\nConceit more rich in matter than in words,\nBrags of his substance, not of ornament.\nThey are but beggars that can count their worth;\nBut my true love is grown to such excess,\nI cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nCome, come with me, and we will make short work,\nFor, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone\nTill holy church incorporate two in one.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" -- "ACT III\n\nSCENE I. A public Place.\n\n Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nI pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:\nThe day is hot, the Capulets abroad,\nAnd if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,\nFor now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of\na tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says ‘God send me no\nneed of thee!’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the\ndrawer, when indeed there is no need.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAm I like such a fellow?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nCome, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as\nsoon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAnd what to?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nNay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would\nkill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a\nhair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel\nwith a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou\nhast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?\nThy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy\nhead hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast\nquarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath\nwakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall\nout with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with\nanother for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt\ntutor me from quarrelling!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAnd I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee\nsimple of my life for an hour and a quarter.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThe fee simple! O simple!\n\n Enter Tybalt and others.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nBy my head, here comes the Capulets." -- "MERCUTIO.\nBy my heel, I care not.\n\nTYBALT.\nFollow me close, for I will speak to them.\nGentlemen, good-den: a word with one of you.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAnd but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a\nword and a blow.\n\nTYBALT.\nYou shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me\noccasion.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nCould you not take some occasion without giving?\n\nTYBALT.\nMercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nConsort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of\nus, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s\nthat shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWe talk here in the public haunt of men.\nEither withdraw unto some private place,\nAnd reason coldly of your grievances,\nOr else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nMen’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.\nI will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\nTYBALT.\nWell, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nBut I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.\nMarry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;\nYour worship in that sense may call him man.\n\nTYBALT.\nRomeo, the love I bear thee can afford\nNo better term than this: Thou art a villain.\n\nROMEO.\nTybalt, the reason that I have to love thee\nDoth much excuse the appertaining rage\nTo such a greeting. Villain am I none;\nTherefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not.\n\nTYBALT.\nBoy, this shall not excuse the injuries\nThat thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.\n\nROMEO.\nI do protest I never injur’d thee,\nBut love thee better than thou canst devise\nTill thou shalt know the reason of my love.\nAnd so good Capulet, which name I tender\nAs dearly as mine own, be satisfied." +- "ACT III\n\nSCENE I. A public Place.\n\n Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nI pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:\nThe day is hot, the Capulets abroad,\nAnd if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,\nFor now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of\na tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says ‘God send me no\nneed of thee!’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the\ndrawer, when indeed there is no need.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAm I like such a fellow?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nCome, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as\nsoon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAnd what to?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nNay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would\nkill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a\nhair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel\nwith a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou\nhast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?\nThy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy\nhead hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast\nquarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath\nwakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall\nout with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with\nanother for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt\ntutor me from quarrelling!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAnd I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee\nsimple of my life for an hour and a quarter.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThe fee simple! O simple!\n\n Enter Tybalt and others." +- "BENVOLIO.\nBy my head, here comes the Capulets.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nBy my heel, I care not.\n\nTYBALT.\nFollow me close, for I will speak to them.\nGentlemen, good-den: a word with one of you.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAnd but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a\nword and a blow.\n\nTYBALT.\nYou shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me\noccasion.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nCould you not take some occasion without giving?\n\nTYBALT.\nMercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nConsort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of\nus, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s\nthat shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWe talk here in the public haunt of men.\nEither withdraw unto some private place,\nAnd reason coldly of your grievances,\nOr else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nMen’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.\nI will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\nTYBALT.\nWell, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nBut I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.\nMarry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;\nYour worship in that sense may call him man.\n\nTYBALT.\nRomeo, the love I bear thee can afford\nNo better term than this: Thou art a villain.\n\nROMEO.\nTybalt, the reason that I have to love thee\nDoth much excuse the appertaining rage\nTo such a greeting. Villain am I none;\nTherefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not.\n\nTYBALT.\nBoy, this shall not excuse the injuries\nThat thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.\n\nROMEO.\nI do protest I never injur’d thee,\nBut love thee better than thou canst devise\nTill thou shalt know the reason of my love.\nAnd so good Capulet, which name I tender\nAs dearly as mine own, be satisfied." - "MERCUTIO.\nO calm, dishonourable, vile submission!\n[_Draws._] Alla stoccata carries it away.\nTybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?\n\nTYBALT.\nWhat wouldst thou have with me?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nGood King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to\nmake bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest\nof the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears?\nMake haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.\n\nTYBALT.\n[_Drawing._] I am for you.\n\nROMEO.\nGentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nCome, sir, your passado.\n\n [_They fight._]\n\nROMEO.\nDraw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.\nGentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage,\nTybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath\nForbid this bandying in Verona streets.\nHold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!\n\n [_Exeunt Tybalt with his Partizans._]\n\nMERCUTIO.\nI am hurt.\nA plague o’ both your houses. I am sped.\nIs he gone, and hath nothing?\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWhat, art thou hurt?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAy, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.\nWhere is my page? Go villain, fetch a surgeon.\n\n [_Exit Page._]\n\nROMEO.\nCourage, man; the hurt cannot be much.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nNo, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but ’tis\nenough, ’twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a\ngrave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o’ both\nyour houses. Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to\ndeath. A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of\narithmetic!—Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your\narm.\n\nROMEO.\nI thought all for the best." - "MERCUTIO.\nHelp me into some house, Benvolio,\nOr I shall faint. A plague o’ both your houses.\nThey have made worms’ meat of me.\nI have it, and soundly too. Your houses!\n\n [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._]\n\nROMEO.\nThis gentleman, the Prince’s near ally,\nMy very friend, hath got his mortal hurt\nIn my behalf; my reputation stain’d\nWith Tybalt’s slander,—Tybalt, that an hour\nHath been my cousin. O sweet Juliet,\nThy beauty hath made me effeminate\nAnd in my temper soften’d valour’s steel.\n\n Re-enter Benvolio.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nO Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead,\nThat gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds,\nWhich too untimely here did scorn the earth.\n\nROMEO.\nThis day’s black fate on mo days doth depend;\nThis but begins the woe others must end.\n\n Re-enter Tybalt.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nHere comes the furious Tybalt back again.\n\nROMEO.\nAgain in triumph, and Mercutio slain?\nAway to heaven respective lenity,\nAnd fire-ey’d fury be my conduct now!\nNow, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again\nThat late thou gav’st me, for Mercutio’s soul\nIs but a little way above our heads,\nStaying for thine to keep him company.\nEither thou or I, or both, must go with him.\n\nTYBALT.\nThou wretched boy, that didst consort him here,\nShalt with him hence.\n\nROMEO.\nThis shall determine that.\n\n [_They fight; Tybalt falls._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nRomeo, away, be gone!\nThe citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.\nStand not amaz’d. The Prince will doom thee death\nIf thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!\n\nROMEO.\nO, I am fortune’s fool!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWhy dost thou stay?\n\n [_Exit Romeo._]\n\n Enter Citizens.\n\nFIRST CITIZEN.\nWhich way ran he that kill’d Mercutio?\nTybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?" - "BENVOLIO.\nThere lies that Tybalt.\n\nFIRST CITIZEN.\nUp, sir, go with me.\nI charge thee in the Prince’s name obey.\n\n Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives and others.\n\nPRINCE.\nWhere are the vile beginners of this fray?\n\nBENVOLIO.\nO noble Prince, I can discover all\nThe unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.\nThere lies the man, slain by young Romeo,\nThat slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nTybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child!\nO Prince! O husband! O, the blood is spill’d\nOf my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,\nFor blood of ours shed blood of Montague.\nO cousin, cousin.\n\nPRINCE.\nBenvolio, who began this bloody fray?\n\nBENVOLIO.\nTybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay;\nRomeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink\nHow nice the quarrel was, and urg’d withal\nYour high displeasure. All this uttered\nWith gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow’d\nCould not take truce with the unruly spleen\nOf Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts\nWith piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,\nWho, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,\nAnd, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats\nCold death aside, and with the other sends\nIt back to Tybalt, whose dexterity\nRetorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,\n‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue,\nHis agile arm beats down their fatal points,\nAnd ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm\nAn envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life\nOf stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.\nBut by and by comes back to Romeo,\nWho had but newly entertain’d revenge,\nAnd to’t they go like lightning; for, ere I\nCould draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain;\nAnd as he fell did Romeo turn and fly.\nThis is the truth, or let Benvolio die." @@ -85,10 +86,10 @@ expression: chunks - "PETER.\nO musicians, because my heart itself plays ‘My heart is full’. O play\nme some merry dump to comfort me.\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nNot a dump we, ’tis no time to play now.\n\nPETER.\nYou will not then?\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nNo.\n\nPETER.\nI will then give it you soundly.\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhat will you give us?\n\nPETER.\nNo money, on my faith, but the gleek! I will give you the minstrel.\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nThen will I give you the serving-creature.\n\nPETER.\nThen will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will\ncarry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me?\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nAnd you re us and fa us, you note us.\n\nSECOND MUSICIAN.\nPray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit.\n\nPETER.\nThen have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and\nput up my iron dagger. Answer me like men.\n ‘When griping griefs the heart doth wound,\n And doleful dumps the mind oppress,\n Then music with her silver sound’—\nWhy ‘silver sound’? Why ‘music with her silver sound’? What say you,\nSimon Catling?\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nMarry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.\n\nPETER.\nPrates. What say you, Hugh Rebeck?\n\nSECOND MUSICIAN.\nI say ‘silver sound’ because musicians sound for silver.\n\nPETER.\nPrates too! What say you, James Soundpost?\n\nTHIRD MUSICIAN.\nFaith, I know not what to say.\n\nPETER.\nO, I cry you mercy, you are the singer. I will say for you. It is\n‘music with her silver sound’ because musicians have no gold for\nsounding.\n ‘Then music with her silver sound\n With speedy help doth lend redress.’\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhat a pestilent knave is this same!" - "SECOND MUSICIAN.\nHang him, Jack. Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay\ndinner.\n\n [_Exeunt._]" - "ACT V\n\nSCENE I. Mantua. A Street.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\nROMEO.\nIf I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,\nMy dreams presage some joyful news at hand.\nMy bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne;\nAnd all this day an unaccustom’d spirit\nLifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.\nI dreamt my lady came and found me dead,—\nStrange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!—\nAnd breath’d such life with kisses in my lips,\nThat I reviv’d, and was an emperor.\nAh me, how sweet is love itself possess’d,\nWhen but love’s shadows are so rich in joy.\n\n Enter Balthasar.\n\nNews from Verona! How now, Balthasar?\nDost thou not bring me letters from the Friar?\nHow doth my lady? Is my father well?\nHow fares my Juliet? That I ask again;\nFor nothing can be ill if she be well.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nThen she is well, and nothing can be ill.\nHer body sleeps in Capel’s monument,\nAnd her immortal part with angels lives.\nI saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault,\nAnd presently took post to tell it you.\nO pardon me for bringing these ill news,\nSince you did leave it for my office, sir.\n\nROMEO.\nIs it even so? Then I defy you, stars!\nThou know’st my lodging. Get me ink and paper,\nAnd hire post-horses. I will hence tonight.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nI do beseech you sir, have patience.\nYour looks are pale and wild, and do import\nSome misadventure.\n\nROMEO.\nTush, thou art deceiv’d.\nLeave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.\nHast thou no letters to me from the Friar?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nNo, my good lord.\n\nROMEO.\nNo matter. Get thee gone,\nAnd hire those horses. I’ll be with thee straight.\n\n [_Exit Balthasar._]" -- "Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.\nLet’s see for means. O mischief thou art swift\nTo enter in the thoughts of desperate men.\nI do remember an apothecary,—\nAnd hereabouts he dwells,—which late I noted\nIn tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows,\nCulling of simples, meagre were his looks,\nSharp misery had worn him to the bones;\nAnd in his needy shop a tortoise hung,\nAn alligator stuff’d, and other skins\nOf ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves\nA beggarly account of empty boxes,\nGreen earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,\nRemnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses\nWere thinly scatter’d, to make up a show.\nNoting this penury, to myself I said,\nAnd if a man did need a poison now,\nWhose sale is present death in Mantua,\nHere lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.\nO, this same thought did but forerun my need,\nAnd this same needy man must sell it me.\nAs I remember, this should be the house.\nBeing holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.\nWhat, ho! Apothecary!\n\n Enter Apothecary.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nWho calls so loud?\n\nROMEO.\nCome hither, man. I see that thou art poor.\nHold, there is forty ducats. Let me have\nA dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear\nAs will disperse itself through all the veins,\nThat the life-weary taker may fall dead,\nAnd that the trunk may be discharg’d of breath\nAs violently as hasty powder fir’d\nDoth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nSuch mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law\nIs death to any he that utters them.\n\nROMEO.\nArt thou so bare and full of wretchedness,\nAnd fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,\nNeed and oppression starveth in thine eyes,\nContempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.\nThe world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law;\nThe world affords no law to make thee rich;\nThen be not poor, but break it and take this." -- "APOTHECARY.\nMy poverty, but not my will consents.\n\nROMEO.\nI pay thy poverty, and not thy will.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nPut this in any liquid thing you will\nAnd drink it off; and, if you had the strength\nOf twenty men, it would despatch you straight.\n\nROMEO.\nThere is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,\nDoing more murder in this loathsome world\nThan these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.\nI sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.\nFarewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh.\nCome, cordial and not poison, go with me\nTo Juliet’s grave, for there must I use thee.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar John.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nHoly Franciscan Friar! Brother, ho!\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThis same should be the voice of Friar John.\nWelcome from Mantua. What says Romeo?\nOr, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nGoing to find a barefoot brother out,\nOne of our order, to associate me,\nHere in this city visiting the sick,\nAnd finding him, the searchers of the town,\nSuspecting that we both were in a house\nWhere the infectious pestilence did reign,\nSeal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth,\nSo that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nWho bare my letter then to Romeo?\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nI could not send it,—here it is again,—\nNor get a messenger to bring it thee,\nSo fearful were they of infection.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nUnhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,\nThe letter was not nice, but full of charge,\nOf dear import, and the neglecting it\nMay do much danger. Friar John, go hence,\nGet me an iron crow and bring it straight\nUnto my cell.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nBrother, I’ll go and bring it thee.\n\n [_Exit._]" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nNow must I to the monument alone.\nWithin this three hours will fair Juliet wake.\nShe will beshrew me much that Romeo\nHath had no notice of these accidents;\nBut I will write again to Mantua,\nAnd keep her at my cell till Romeo come.\nPoor living corse, clos’d in a dead man’s tomb.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nSCENE III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets.\n\n Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch.\n\nPARIS.\nGive me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof.\nYet put it out, for I would not be seen.\nUnder yond yew tree lay thee all along,\nHolding thy ear close to the hollow ground;\nSo shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,\nBeing loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,\nBut thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me,\nAs signal that thou hear’st something approach.\nGive me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.\n\nPAGE.\n[_Aside._] I am almost afraid to stand alone\nHere in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.\n\n [_Retires._]\n\nPARIS.\nSweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew.\nO woe, thy canopy is dust and stones,\nWhich with sweet water nightly I will dew,\nOr wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans.\nThe obsequies that I for thee will keep,\nNightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.\n\n [_The Page whistles._]\n\nThe boy gives warning something doth approach.\nWhat cursed foot wanders this way tonight,\nTo cross my obsequies and true love’s rite?\nWhat, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.\n\n [_Retires._]\n\n Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c." -- "ROMEO.\nGive me that mattock and the wrenching iron.\nHold, take this letter; early in the morning\nSee thou deliver it to my lord and father.\nGive me the light; upon thy life I charge thee,\nWhate’er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof\nAnd do not interrupt me in my course.\nWhy I descend into this bed of death\nIs partly to behold my lady’s face,\nBut chiefly to take thence from her dead finger\nA precious ring, a ring that I must use\nIn dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone.\nBut if thou jealous dost return to pry\nIn what I further shall intend to do,\nBy heaven I will tear thee joint by joint,\nAnd strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs.\nThe time and my intents are savage-wild;\nMore fierce and more inexorable far\nThan empty tigers or the roaring sea.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nI will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.\n\nROMEO.\nSo shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that.\nLive, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nFor all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout.\nHis looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.\n\n [_Retires_]\n\nROMEO.\nThou detestable maw, thou womb of death,\nGorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth,\nThus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,\n\n [_Breaking open the door of the monument._]\n\nAnd in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food.\n\nPARIS.\nThis is that banish’d haughty Montague\nThat murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief,\nIt is supposed, the fair creature died,—\nAnd here is come to do some villanous shame\nTo the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.\n\n [_Advances._]\n\nStop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague.\nCan vengeance be pursu’d further than death?\nCondemned villain, I do apprehend thee.\nObey, and go with me, for thou must die." +- "Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.\nLet’s see for means. O mischief thou art swift\nTo enter in the thoughts of desperate men.\nI do remember an apothecary,—\nAnd hereabouts he dwells,—which late I noted\nIn tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows,\nCulling of simples, meagre were his looks,\nSharp misery had worn him to the bones;\nAnd in his needy shop a tortoise hung,\nAn alligator stuff’d, and other skins\nOf ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves\nA beggarly account of empty boxes,\nGreen earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,\nRemnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses\nWere thinly scatter’d, to make up a show.\nNoting this penury, to myself I said,\nAnd if a man did need a poison now,\nWhose sale is present death in Mantua,\nHere lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.\nO, this same thought did but forerun my need,\nAnd this same needy man must sell it me.\nAs I remember, this should be the house.\nBeing holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.\nWhat, ho! Apothecary!\n\n Enter Apothecary.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nWho calls so loud?\n\nROMEO.\nCome hither, man. I see that thou art poor.\nHold, there is forty ducats. Let me have\nA dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear\nAs will disperse itself through all the veins,\nThat the life-weary taker may fall dead,\nAnd that the trunk may be discharg’d of breath\nAs violently as hasty powder fir’d\nDoth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nSuch mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law\nIs death to any he that utters them." +- "ROMEO.\nArt thou so bare and full of wretchedness,\nAnd fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,\nNeed and oppression starveth in thine eyes,\nContempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.\nThe world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law;\nThe world affords no law to make thee rich;\nThen be not poor, but break it and take this.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nMy poverty, but not my will consents.\n\nROMEO.\nI pay thy poverty, and not thy will.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nPut this in any liquid thing you will\nAnd drink it off; and, if you had the strength\nOf twenty men, it would despatch you straight.\n\nROMEO.\nThere is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,\nDoing more murder in this loathsome world\nThan these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.\nI sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.\nFarewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh.\nCome, cordial and not poison, go with me\nTo Juliet’s grave, for there must I use thee.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar John.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nHoly Franciscan Friar! Brother, ho!\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThis same should be the voice of Friar John.\nWelcome from Mantua. What says Romeo?\nOr, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nGoing to find a barefoot brother out,\nOne of our order, to associate me,\nHere in this city visiting the sick,\nAnd finding him, the searchers of the town,\nSuspecting that we both were in a house\nWhere the infectious pestilence did reign,\nSeal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth,\nSo that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nWho bare my letter then to Romeo?\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nI could not send it,—here it is again,—\nNor get a messenger to bring it thee,\nSo fearful were they of infection." +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nUnhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,\nThe letter was not nice, but full of charge,\nOf dear import, and the neglecting it\nMay do much danger. Friar John, go hence,\nGet me an iron crow and bring it straight\nUnto my cell.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nBrother, I’ll go and bring it thee.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nNow must I to the monument alone.\nWithin this three hours will fair Juliet wake.\nShe will beshrew me much that Romeo\nHath had no notice of these accidents;\nBut I will write again to Mantua,\nAnd keep her at my cell till Romeo come.\nPoor living corse, clos’d in a dead man’s tomb.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nSCENE III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets.\n\n Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch.\n\nPARIS.\nGive me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof.\nYet put it out, for I would not be seen.\nUnder yond yew tree lay thee all along,\nHolding thy ear close to the hollow ground;\nSo shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,\nBeing loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,\nBut thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me,\nAs signal that thou hear’st something approach.\nGive me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.\n\nPAGE.\n[_Aside._] I am almost afraid to stand alone\nHere in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.\n\n [_Retires._]\n\nPARIS.\nSweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew.\nO woe, thy canopy is dust and stones,\nWhich with sweet water nightly I will dew,\nOr wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans.\nThe obsequies that I for thee will keep,\nNightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.\n\n [_The Page whistles._]\n\nThe boy gives warning something doth approach.\nWhat cursed foot wanders this way tonight,\nTo cross my obsequies and true love’s rite?\nWhat, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.\n\n [_Retires._]" +- "Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c.\n\nROMEO.\nGive me that mattock and the wrenching iron.\nHold, take this letter; early in the morning\nSee thou deliver it to my lord and father.\nGive me the light; upon thy life I charge thee,\nWhate’er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof\nAnd do not interrupt me in my course.\nWhy I descend into this bed of death\nIs partly to behold my lady’s face,\nBut chiefly to take thence from her dead finger\nA precious ring, a ring that I must use\nIn dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone.\nBut if thou jealous dost return to pry\nIn what I further shall intend to do,\nBy heaven I will tear thee joint by joint,\nAnd strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs.\nThe time and my intents are savage-wild;\nMore fierce and more inexorable far\nThan empty tigers or the roaring sea.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nI will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.\n\nROMEO.\nSo shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that.\nLive, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nFor all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout.\nHis looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.\n\n [_Retires_]\n\nROMEO.\nThou detestable maw, thou womb of death,\nGorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth,\nThus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,\n\n [_Breaking open the door of the monument._]\n\nAnd in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food.\n\nPARIS.\nThis is that banish’d haughty Montague\nThat murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief,\nIt is supposed, the fair creature died,—\nAnd here is come to do some villanous shame\nTo the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.\n\n [_Advances._]\n\nStop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague.\nCan vengeance be pursu’d further than death?\nCondemned villain, I do apprehend thee.\nObey, and go with me, for thou must die." - "ROMEO.\nI must indeed; and therefore came I hither.\nGood gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man.\nFly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone;\nLet them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,\nPut not another sin upon my head\nBy urging me to fury. O be gone.\nBy heaven I love thee better than myself;\nFor I come hither arm’d against myself.\nStay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say,\nA madman’s mercy bid thee run away.\n\nPARIS.\nI do defy thy conjuration,\nAnd apprehend thee for a felon here.\n\nROMEO.\nWilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!\n\n [_They fight._]\n\nPAGE.\nO lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nPARIS.\nO, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou be merciful,\nOpen the tomb, lay me with Juliet.\n\n [_Dies._]\n\nROMEO.\nIn faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.\nMercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris!\nWhat said my man, when my betossed soul\nDid not attend him as we rode? I think\nHe told me Paris should have married Juliet.\nSaid he not so? Or did I dream it so?\nOr am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,\nTo think it was so? O, give me thy hand,\nOne writ with me in sour misfortune’s book.\nI’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.\nA grave? O no, a lantern, slaught’red youth,\nFor here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes\nThis vault a feasting presence full of light.\nDeath, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d.\n\n [_Laying Paris in the monument._]" - "How oft when men are at the point of death\nHave they been merry! Which their keepers call\nA lightning before death. O, how may I\nCall this a lightning? O my love, my wife,\nDeath that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath,\nHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.\nThou art not conquer’d. Beauty’s ensign yet\nIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,\nAnd death’s pale flag is not advanced there.\nTybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?\nO, what more favour can I do to thee\nThan with that hand that cut thy youth in twain\nTo sunder his that was thine enemy?\nForgive me, cousin. Ah, dear Juliet,\nWhy art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe\nThat unsubstantial death is amorous;\nAnd that the lean abhorred monster keeps\nThee here in dark to be his paramour?\nFor fear of that I still will stay with thee,\nAnd never from this palace of dim night\nDepart again. Here, here will I remain\nWith worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here\nWill I set up my everlasting rest;\nAnd shake the yoke of inauspicious stars\nFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last.\nArms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you\nThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss\nA dateless bargain to engrossing death.\nCome, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide.\nThou desperate pilot, now at once run on\nThe dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark.\nHere’s to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary!\nThy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.\n\n [_Dies._]\n\n Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar Lawrence, with a\n lantern, crow, and spade.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSaint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight\nHave my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there?\nWho is it that consorts, so late, the dead?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nHere’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well." - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nBliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend,\nWhat torch is yond that vainly lends his light\nTo grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern,\nIt burneth in the Capels’ monument.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nIt doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master,\nOne that you love.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nWho is it?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nRomeo.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHow long hath he been there?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nFull half an hour.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nGo with me to the vault.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nI dare not, sir;\nMy master knows not but I am gone hence,\nAnd fearfully did menace me with death\nIf I did stay to look on his intents.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nStay then, I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me.\nO, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nAs I did sleep under this yew tree here,\nI dreamt my master and another fought,\nAnd that my master slew him.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nRomeo! [_Advances._]\nAlack, alack, what blood is this which stains\nThe stony entrance of this sepulchre?\nWhat mean these masterless and gory swords\nTo lie discolour’d by this place of peace?\n\n [_Enters the monument._]\n\nRomeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too?\nAnd steep’d in blood? Ah what an unkind hour\nIs guilty of this lamentable chance?\nThe lady stirs.\n\n [_Juliet wakes and stirs._]\n\nJULIET.\nO comfortable Friar, where is my lord?\nI do remember well where I should be,\nAnd there I am. Where is my Romeo?\n\n [_Noise within._]" diff --git a/tests/snapshots/snapshots__romeo_and_juliet_Tokenizers_trim_false_32.snap b/tests/snapshots/snapshots__romeo_and_juliet_Tokenizers_trim_false_32.snap index b89104c..86ba986 100644 --- a/tests/snapshots/snapshots__romeo_and_juliet_Tokenizers_trim_false_32.snap +++ b/tests/snapshots/snapshots__romeo_and_juliet_Tokenizers_trim_false_32.snap @@ -1,29 +1,32 @@ --- source: tests/snapshots.rs expression: chunks +snapshot_kind: text --- - "The Project Gutenberg eBook of Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare\n\n" - "This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and\nmost other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions\n" - "whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms\n" - "of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at\n" -- "www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you\nwill have to check the laws of the country where you are located before\n" -- "using this eBook.\n\nTitle: Romeo and Juliet\n\nAuthor: William Shakespeare\n\n" +- "www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you\n" +- "will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before\nusing this eBook.\n\nTitle: Romeo and Juliet\n\nAuthor: William Shakespeare\n\n" - "Release Date: November, 1998 [eBook #1513]\n[Most recently updated: May 11, 2022]\n\nLanguage: English\n\n\n" - "Produced by: the PG Shakespeare Team, a team of about twenty Project Gutenberg volunteers.\n\n" -- "*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET *" -- "**\n\n\n\n\n" +- "*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND " +- "JULIET ***\n\n\n\n\n" - "THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET\n\n\n\n" - "by William Shakespeare\n\n\n" - "Contents\n\nTHE PROLOGUE.\n\n" -- "ACT I\nScene I. A public place.\nScene II. A Street.\nScene III. Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene IV. A Street.\n" -- "Scene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n\n" +- "ACT I\nScene I. A public place.\nScene II. A Street.\nScene III. Room in Capulet’s House.\n" +- "Scene IV. A Street.\nScene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n\n" - "ACT II\nCHORUS.\nScene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.\nScene II. Capulet’s Garden.\n" - "Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene IV. A Street.\nScene V. Capulet’s Garden.\n" - "Scene VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n\n" -- "ACT III\nScene I. A public Place.\nScene II. A Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.\n" -- "Scene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.\n\n\n" -- "ACT IV\nScene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene II. Hall in Capulet’s House.\nScene III. Juliet’s Chamber.\n" -- "Scene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.\nScene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.\n\n\n" +- "ACT III\nScene I. A public Place.\nScene II. A Room in Capulet’s House.\n" +- "Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.\nScene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.\n" +- "Scene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.\n\n\n" +- "ACT IV\nScene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene II. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n" +- "Scene III. Juliet’s Chamber.\nScene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n" +- "Scene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.\n\n\n" - "ACT V\nScene I. Mantua. A Street.\nScene II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n" - "Scene III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets.\n\n\n\n\n" - " Dramatis Personæ\n\n" @@ -35,21 +38,22 @@ expression: chunks - "BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo.\n\n" - "CAPULET, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Montagues.\n" - "LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.\nJULIET, daughter to Capulet.\n" -- "TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.\nCAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man.\nNURSE to Juliet.\n" -- "PETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse.\nSAMPSON, servant to Capulet.\nGREGORY, servant to Capulet.\n" -- "Servants.\n\n" +- "TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.\nCAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man.\n" +- "NURSE to Juliet.\nPETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse.\nSAMPSON, servant to Capulet.\n" +- "GREGORY, servant to Capulet.\nServants.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan.\nFRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.\nAn Apothecary.\n" - "CHORUS.\nThree Musicians.\nAn Officer.\nCitizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses;\n" - "Maskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants.\n\n" - "SCENE. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in the\nFifth Act, at Mantua.\n\n\n" - "THE PROLOGUE\n\n Enter Chorus.\n\n" - "CHORUS.\nTwo households, both alike in dignity,\nIn fair Verona, where we lay our scene,\n" -- "From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,\nWhere civil blood makes civil hands unclean.\nFrom forth the fatal loins of these two foes\n" -- "A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;\nWhose misadventur’d piteous overthrows\n" -- "Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.\nThe fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,\n" -- "And the continuance of their parents’ rage,\nWhich, but their children’s end, nought could remove,\n" -- "Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;\nThe which, if you with patient ears attend,\n" -- "What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n\n\n" +- "From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,\nWhere civil blood makes civil hands unclean.\n" +- "From forth the fatal loins of these two foes\nA pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;\n" +- "Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows\nDoth with their death bury their parents’ strife.\n" +- "The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,\nAnd the continuance of their parents’ rage,\n" +- "Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,\nIs now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;\n" +- "The which, if you with patient ears attend,\nWhat here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.\n\n" +- " [_Exit._]\n\n\n\n" - "ACT I\n\nSCENE I. A public place.\n\n Enter Sampson and Gregory armed with swords and bucklers.\n\n" - "SAMPSON.\nGregory, on my word, we’ll not carry coals.\n\n" - "GREGORY.\nNo, for then we should be colliers.\n\n" @@ -59,7 +63,8 @@ expression: chunks - "SAMPSON.\nA dog of the house of Montague moves me.\n\n" - "GREGORY.\nTo move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou\n" - "art moved, thou runn’st away.\n\n" -- "SAMPSON.\nA dog of that house shall move me to stand.\nI will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s.\n\n" +- "SAMPSON.\nA dog of that house shall move me to stand.\n" +- "I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s.\n\n" - "GREGORY.\nThat shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the wall.\n\n" - "SAMPSON.\nTrue, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to\n" - "the wall: therefore I will push Montague’s men from the wall, and\nthrust his maids to the wall.\n\n" @@ -73,7 +78,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of Montagues.\n\n Enter Abram and Balthasar.\n\n" - "SAMPSON.\nMy naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.\n\n" - "GREGORY.\nHow? Turn thy back and run?\n\nSAMPSON.\nFear me not.\n\n" -- "GREGORY.\nNo, marry; I fear thee!\n\nSAMPSON.\nLet us take the law of our sides; let them begin.\n\n" +- "GREGORY.\nNo, marry; I fear thee!\n\n" +- "SAMPSON.\nLet us take the law of our sides; let them begin.\n\n" - "GREGORY.\nI will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.\n\n" - "SAMPSON.\nNay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to\n" - "them if they bear it.\n\nABRAM.\nDo you bite your thumb at us, sir?\n\n" @@ -83,14 +89,16 @@ expression: chunks - "GREGORY.\nDo you quarrel, sir?\n\nABRAM.\nQuarrel, sir? No, sir.\n\n" - "SAMPSON.\nBut if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.\n\n" - "ABRAM.\nNo better.\n\nSAMPSON.\nWell, sir.\n\n Enter Benvolio.\n\n" -- "GREGORY.\nSay better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.\n\nSAMPSON.\nYes, better, sir.\n\n" -- "ABRAM.\nYou lie.\n\nSAMPSON.\nDraw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.\n\n" -- " [_They fight._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nPart, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do.\n\n" +- "GREGORY.\nSay better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.\n\n" +- "SAMPSON.\nYes, better, sir.\n\nABRAM.\nYou lie.\n\n" +- "SAMPSON.\nDraw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.\n\n [_They fight._]\n\n" +- "BENVOLIO.\nPart, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do.\n\n" - " [_Beats down their swords._]\n\n Enter Tybalt.\n\n" - "TYBALT.\nWhat, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?\nTurn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nI do but keep the peace, put up thy sword,\nOr manage it to part these men with me.\n\n" -- "TYBALT.\nWhat, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word\nAs I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:\n" -- "Have at thee, coward.\n\n [_They fight._]\n\n Enter three or four Citizens with clubs.\n\n" +- "TYBALT.\nWhat, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word\n" +- "As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:\nHave at thee, coward.\n\n [_They fight._]\n\n" +- " Enter three or four Citizens with clubs.\n\n" - "FIRST CITIZEN.\nClubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down!\n" - "Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!\n\n Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nWhat noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!\n\n" @@ -101,14 +109,14 @@ expression: chunks - " Enter Prince Escalus, with Attendants.\n\n" - "PRINCE.\nRebellious subjects, enemies to peace,\nProfaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—\n" - "Will they not hear? What, ho! You men, you beasts,\nThat quench the fire of your pernicious rage\n" -- "With purple fountains issuing from your veins,\nOn pain of torture, from those bloody hands\nThrow your mistemper’d weapons to the ground\n" -- "And hear the sentence of your moved prince.\nThree civil brawls, bred of an airy word,\n" -- "By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,\nHave thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,\nAnd made Verona’s ancient citizens\n" -- "Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,\nTo wield old partisans, in hands as old,\n" -- "Canker’d with peace, to part your canker’d hate.\nIf ever you disturb our streets again,\n" -- "Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.\nFor this time all the rest depart away:\nYou, Capulet, shall go along with me,\n" -- "And Montague, come you this afternoon,\nTo know our farther pleasure in this case,\nTo old Free-town, our common judgement-place.\n" -- "Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.\n\n" +- "With purple fountains issuing from your veins,\nOn pain of torture, from those bloody hands\n" +- "Throw your mistemper’d weapons to the ground\nAnd hear the sentence of your moved prince.\n" +- "Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,\nBy thee, old Capulet, and Montague,\n" +- "Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,\nAnd made Verona’s ancient citizens\nCast by their grave beseeming ornaments,\n" +- "To wield old partisans, in hands as old,\nCanker’d with peace, to part your canker’d hate.\n" +- "If ever you disturb our streets again,\nYour lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.\nFor this time all the rest depart away:\n" +- "You, Capulet, shall go along with me,\nAnd Montague, come you this afternoon,\nTo know our farther pleasure in this case,\n" +- "To old Free-town, our common judgement-place.\nOnce more, on pain of death, all men depart.\n\n" - " [_Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Tybalt,\n Citizens and Servants._]\n\n" - "MONTAGUE.\nWho set this ancient quarrel new abroach?\nSpeak, nephew, were you by when it began?\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nHere were the servants of your adversary\nAnd yours, close fighting ere I did approach.\n" @@ -116,28 +124,33 @@ expression: chunks - "Which, as he breath’d defiance to my ears,\nHe swung about his head, and cut the winds,\n" - "Who nothing hurt withal, hiss’d him in scorn.\nWhile we were interchanging thrusts and blows\n" - "Came more and more, and fought on part and part,\nTill the Prince came, who parted either part.\n\n" -- "LADY MONTAGUE.\nO where is Romeo, saw you him today?\nRight glad I am he was not at this fray.\n\n" +- "LADY MONTAGUE.\nO where is Romeo, saw you him today?\n" +- "Right glad I am he was not at this fray.\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nMadam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun\nPeer’d forth the golden window of the east,\n" - "A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad,\nWhere underneath the grove of sycamore\nThat westward rooteth from this city side,\n" -- "So early walking did I see your son.\nTowards him I made, but he was ware of me,\nAnd stole into the covert of the wood.\n" -- "I, measuring his affections by my own,\nWhich then most sought where most might not be found,\nBeing one too many by my weary self,\n" -- "Pursu’d my humour, not pursuing his,\nAnd gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me.\n\n" +- "So early walking did I see your son.\nTowards him I made, but he was ware of me,\n" +- "And stole into the covert of the wood.\nI, measuring his affections by my own,\nWhich then most sought where most might not be found,\n" +- "Being one too many by my weary self,\nPursu’d my humour, not pursuing his,\n" +- "And gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me.\n\n" - "MONTAGUE.\nMany a morning hath he there been seen,\nWith tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew,\n" -- "Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;\nBut all so soon as the all-cheering sun\nShould in the farthest east begin to draw\n" -- "The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,\nAway from light steals home my heavy son,\nAnd private in his chamber pens himself,\n" -- "Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out\nAnd makes himself an artificial night.\nBlack and portentous must this humour prove,\n" -- "Unless good counsel may the cause remove.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nMy noble uncle, do you know the cause?\n\n" +- "Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;\nBut all so soon as the all-cheering sun\n" +- "Should in the farthest east begin to draw\nThe shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,\nAway from light steals home my heavy son,\n" +- "And private in his chamber pens himself,\nShuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out\nAnd makes himself an artificial night.\n" +- "Black and portentous must this humour prove,\nUnless good counsel may the cause remove.\n\n" +- "BENVOLIO.\nMy noble uncle, do you know the cause?\n\n" - "MONTAGUE.\nI neither know it nor can learn of him.\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nHave you importun’d him by any means?\n\n" - "MONTAGUE.\nBoth by myself and many other friends;\nBut he, his own affections’ counsellor,\n" - "Is to himself—I will not say how true—\nBut to himself so secret and so close,\nSo far from sounding and discovery,\n" -- "As is the bud bit with an envious worm\nEre he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,\nOr dedicate his beauty to the sun.\n" -- "Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,\nWe would as willingly give cure as know.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\n" -- "BENVOLIO.\nSee, where he comes. So please you step aside;\nI’ll know his grievance or be much denied.\n\n" +- "As is the bud bit with an envious worm\nEre he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,\n" +- "Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.\nCould we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,\nWe would as willingly give cure as know.\n\n" +- " Enter Romeo.\n\n" +- "BENVOLIO.\nSee, where he comes. So please you step aside;\n" +- "I’ll know his grievance or be much denied.\n\n" - "MONTAGUE.\nI would thou wert so happy by thy stay\n" -- "To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away,\n\n [_Exeunt Montague and Lady Montague._]\n\n" -- "BENVOLIO.\nGood morrow, cousin.\n\nROMEO.\nIs the day so young?\n\n" -- "BENVOLIO.\nBut new struck nine.\n\n" +- "To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away,\n\n" +- " [_Exeunt Montague and Lady Montague._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nGood morrow, cousin.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nIs the day so young?\n\nBENVOLIO.\nBut new struck nine.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nAy me, sad hours seem long.\nWas that my father that went hence so fast?\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nIt was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nNot having that which, having, makes them short.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nIn love?\n\nROMEO.\nOut.\n\n" @@ -154,9 +167,10 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nWhy such is love’s transgression.\nGriefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,\n" - "Which thou wilt propagate to have it prest\nWith more of thine. This love that thou hast shown\n" - "Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.\nLove is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;\n" -- "Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;\nBeing vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:\n" -- "What is it else? A madness most discreet,\nA choking gall, and a preserving sweet.\nFarewell, my coz.\n\n" -- " [_Going._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nSoft! I will go along:\nAnd if you leave me so, you do me wrong.\n\n" +- "Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;\n" +- "Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:\nWhat is it else? A madness most discreet,\n" +- "A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.\nFarewell, my coz.\n\n [_Going._]\n\n" +- "BENVOLIO.\nSoft! I will go along:\nAnd if you leave me so, you do me wrong.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nTut! I have lost myself; I am not here.\nThis is not Romeo, he’s some other where.\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nTell me in sadness who is that you love?\n\nROMEO.\nWhat, shall I groan and tell thee?\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nGroan! Why, no; but sadly tell me who.\n\n" @@ -179,22 +193,25 @@ expression: chunks - "BENVOLIO.\nBy giving liberty unto thine eyes;\nExamine other beauties.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\n’Tis the way\nTo call hers, exquisite, in question more.\nThese happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows,\n" - "Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair;\nHe that is strucken blind cannot forget\nThe precious treasure of his eyesight lost.\n" -- "Show me a mistress that is passing fair,\nWhat doth her beauty serve but as a note\nWhere I may read who pass’d that passing fair?\n" -- "Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nI’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.\n\n" -- " [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. A Street.\n\n Enter Capulet, Paris and Servant.\n\n" +- "Show me a mistress that is passing fair,\nWhat doth her beauty serve but as a note\n" +- "Where I may read who pass’d that passing fair?\nFarewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.\n\n" +- "BENVOLIO.\nI’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n" +- "SCENE II. A Street.\n\n Enter Capulet, Paris and Servant.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nBut Montague is bound as well as I,\nIn penalty alike; and ’tis not hard, I think,\n" - "For men so old as we to keep the peace.\n\n" - "PARIS.\nOf honourable reckoning are you both,\nAnd pity ’tis you liv’d at odds so long.\n" - "But now my lord, what say you to my suit?\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nBut saying o’er what I have said before.\nMy child is yet a stranger in the world,\n" -- "She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;\nLet two more summers wither in their pride\nEre we may think her ripe to be a bride.\n\n" -- "PARIS.\nYounger than she are happy mothers made.\n\n" +- "She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;\nLet two more summers wither in their pride\n" +- "Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.\n\nPARIS.\nYounger than she are happy mothers made.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nAnd too soon marr’d are those so early made.\nThe earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,\n" -- "She is the hopeful lady of my earth:\nBut woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,\nMy will to her consent is but a part;\n" -- "And she agree, within her scope of choice\nLies my consent and fair according voice.\nThis night I hold an old accustom’d feast,\n" -- "Whereto I have invited many a guest,\nSuch as I love, and you among the store,\nOne more, most welcome, makes my number more.\n" -- "At my poor house look to behold this night\nEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:\nSuch comfort as do lusty young men feel\n" -- "When well apparell’d April on the heel\nOf limping winter treads, even such delight\nAmong fresh female buds shall you this night\n" +- "She is the hopeful lady of my earth:\nBut woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,\n" +- "My will to her consent is but a part;\nAnd she agree, within her scope of choice\nLies my consent and fair according voice.\n" +- "This night I hold an old accustom’d feast,\nWhereto I have invited many a guest,\n" +- "Such as I love, and you among the store,\nOne more, most welcome, makes my number more.\n" +- "At my poor house look to behold this night\nEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:\n" +- "Such comfort as do lusty young men feel\nWhen well apparell’d April on the heel\n" +- "Of limping winter treads, even such delight\nAmong fresh female buds shall you this night\n" - "Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see,\nAnd like her most whose merit most shall be:\n" - "Which, on more view of many, mine, being one,\nMay stand in number, though in reckoning none.\n" - "Come, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about\nThrough fair Verona; find those persons out\n" @@ -218,55 +235,66 @@ expression: chunks - "SERVANT.\nPerhaps you have learned it without book.\nBut I pray, can you read anything you see?\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nAy, If I know the letters and the language.\n\nSERVANT.\nYe say honestly, rest you merry!\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nStay, fellow; I can read.\n\n [_He reads the letter._]\n\n" -- "_Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;\nCounty Anselmo and his beauteous sisters;\nThe lady widow of Utruvio;\n" -- "Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces;\nMercutio and his brother Valentine;\nMine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters;\n" -- "My fair niece Rosaline and Livia;\nSignior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;\nLucio and the lively Helena. _\n\n\n" +- "_Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;\nCounty Anselmo and his beauteous sisters;\n" +- "The lady widow of Utruvio;\nSignior Placentio and his lovely nieces;\nMercutio and his brother Valentine;\n" +- "Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters;\nMy fair niece Rosaline and Livia;\n" +- "Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;\nLucio and the lively Helena. _\n\n\n" - "A fair assembly. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come?\n\nSERVANT.\nUp.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nWhither to supper?\n\nSERVANT.\nTo our house.\n\nROMEO.\nWhose house?\n\n" - "SERVANT.\nMy master’s.\n\nROMEO.\nIndeed I should have ask’d you that before.\n\n" - "SERVANT.\nNow I’ll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet,\n" - "and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a\ncup of wine. Rest you merry.\n\n" - " [_Exit._]\n\n" -- "BENVOLIO.\nAt this same ancient feast of Capulet’s\nSups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st;\n" -- "With all the admired beauties of Verona.\nGo thither and with unattainted eye,\n" -- "Compare her face with some that I shall show,\nAnd I will make thee think thy swan a crow.\n\n" +- "BENVOLIO.\nAt this same ancient feast of Capulet’s\n" +- "Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st;\nWith all the admired beauties of Verona.\n" +- "Go thither and with unattainted eye,\nCompare her face with some that I shall show,\n" +- "And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nWhen the devout religion of mine eye\nMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire;\n" - "And these who, often drown’d, could never die,\nTransparent heretics, be burnt for liars.\n" - "One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun\nNe’er saw her match since first the world begun.\n\n" -- "BENVOLIO.\nTut, you saw her fair, none else being by,\nHerself pois’d with herself in either eye:\n" -- "But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d\nYour lady’s love against some other maid\nThat I will show you shining at this feast,\n" +- "BENVOLIO.\nTut, you saw her fair, none else being by,\n" +- "Herself pois’d with herself in either eye:\nBut in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d\n" +- "Your lady’s love against some other maid\nThat I will show you shining at this feast,\n" - "And she shall scant show well that now shows best.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nI’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,\nBut to rejoice in splendour of my own.\n\n" -- " [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nI’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,\n" +- "But to rejoice in splendour of my own.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n" +- "SCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nNurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nNow, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,\nI bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird!\n" -- "God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\nJULIET.\nHow now, who calls?\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nYour mother.\n\nJULIET.\nMadam, I am here. What is your will?\n\n" -- "LADY CAPULET.\nThis is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,\nWe must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,\n" -- "I have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.\nThou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nFaith, I can tell her age unto an hour.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nShe’s not fourteen.\n\n" +- "NURSE.\nNow, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,\n" +- "I bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird!\nGod forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!\n\n" +- " Enter Juliet.\n\nJULIET.\nHow now, who calls?\n\nNURSE.\nYour mother.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nMadam, I am here. What is your will?\n\n" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nThis is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,\n" +- "We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,\nI have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.\n" +- "Thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.\n\nNURSE.\nFaith, I can tell her age unto an hour.\n\n" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nShe’s not fourteen.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nI’ll lay fourteen of my teeth,\nAnd yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,\n" -- "She is not fourteen. How long is it now\nTo Lammas-tide?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nA fortnight and odd days.\n\n" +- "She is not fourteen. How long is it now\nTo Lammas-tide?\n\n" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nA fortnight and odd days.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nEven or odd, of all days in the year,\nCome Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.\n" - "Susan and she,—God rest all Christian souls!—\nWere of an age. Well, Susan is with God;\n" - "She was too good for me. But as I said,\nOn Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen;\n" - "That shall she, marry; I remember it well.\n’Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;\n" - "And she was wean’d,—I never shall forget it—,\nOf all the days of the year, upon that day:\n" -- "For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,\nSitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall;\nMy lord and you were then at Mantua:\n" -- "Nay, I do bear a brain. But as I said,\nWhen it did taste the wormwood on the nipple\n" -- "Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,\nTo see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug!\n" +- "For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,\nSitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall;\n" +- "My lord and you were then at Mantua:\nNay, I do bear a brain. But as I said,\n" +- "When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple\nOf my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,\n" +- "To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug!\n" - "Shake, quoth the dovehouse: ’twas no need, I trow,\nTo bid me trudge.\n" - "And since that time it is eleven years;\nFor then she could stand alone; nay, by th’rood\n" -- "She could have run and waddled all about;\nFor even the day before she broke her brow,\nAnd then my husband,—God be with his soul!\n" -- "A was a merry man,—took up the child:\n‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?\n" +- "She could have run and waddled all about;\nFor even the day before she broke her brow,\n" +- "And then my husband,—God be with his soul!\nA was a merry man,—took up the child:\n" +- "‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?\n" - "Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;\nWilt thou not, Jule?’ and, by my holidame,\n" - "The pretty wretch left crying, and said ‘Ay’.\nTo see now how a jest shall come about.\n" -- "I warrant, and I should live a thousand years,\nI never should forget it. ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he;\n" +- "I warrant, and I should live a thousand years,\n" +- "I never should forget it. ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he;\n" - "And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said ‘Ay.’\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nEnough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nYes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh,\nTo think it should leave crying, and say ‘Ay’;\n" - "And yet I warrant it had upon it brow\nA bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone;\n" -- "A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly.\n‘Yea,’ quoth my husband, ‘fall’st upon thy face?\n" +- "A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly.\n" +- "‘Yea,’ quoth my husband, ‘fall’st upon thy face?\n" - "Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;\n" - "Wilt thou not, Jule?’ it stinted, and said ‘Ay’.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nAnd stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.\n\n" @@ -283,26 +311,27 @@ expression: chunks - "LADY CAPULET.\nVerona’s summer hath not such a flower.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nNay, he’s a flower, in faith a very flower.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nWhat say you, can you love the gentleman?\nThis night you shall behold him at our feast;\n" -- "Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,\nAnd find delight writ there with beauty’s pen.\nExamine every married lineament,\n" -- "And see how one another lends content;\nAnd what obscur’d in this fair volume lies,\n" -- "Find written in the margent of his eyes.\nThis precious book of love, this unbound lover,\nTo beautify him, only lacks a cover:\n" -- "The fish lives in the sea; and ’tis much pride\nFor fair without the fair within to hide.\n" -- "That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,\nThat in gold clasps locks in the golden story;\n" -- "So shall you share all that he doth possess,\nBy having him, making yourself no less.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nNo less, nay bigger. Women grow by men.\n\n" +- "Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,\nAnd find delight writ there with beauty’s pen.\n" +- "Examine every married lineament,\nAnd see how one another lends content;\nAnd what obscur’d in this fair volume lies,\n" +- "Find written in the margent of his eyes.\nThis precious book of love, this unbound lover,\n" +- "To beautify him, only lacks a cover:\nThe fish lives in the sea; and ’tis much pride\n" +- "For fair without the fair within to hide.\nThat book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,\n" +- "That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;\nSo shall you share all that he doth possess,\n" +- "By having him, making yourself no less.\n\nNURSE.\nNo less, nay bigger. Women grow by men.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nSpeak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?\n\n" - "JULIET.\nI’ll look to like, if looking liking move:\nBut no more deep will I endart mine eye\n" - "Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.\n\n Enter a Servant.\n\n" - "SERVANT.\nMadam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady\n" -- "asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity.\nI must hence to wait, I beseech you follow straight.\n\n" -- "LADY CAPULET.\nWe follow thee.\n\n [_Exit Servant._]\n\nJuliet, the County stays.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nGo, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE IV. A Street.\n\n" +- "asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity.\n" +- "I must hence to wait, I beseech you follow straight.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nWe follow thee.\n\n" +- " [_Exit Servant._]\n\nJuliet, the County stays.\n\nNURSE.\nGo, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.\n\n" +- " [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE IV. A Street.\n\n" - " Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers;\n Torch-bearers and others.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nWhat, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?\nOr shall we on without apology?\n\n" -- "BENVOLIO.\nThe date is out of such prolixity:\nWe’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf,\n" -- "Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,\nScaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;\n" -- "Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke\nAfter the prompter, for our entrance:\nBut let them measure us by what they will,\n" -- "We’ll measure them a measure, and be gone.\n\n" +- "BENVOLIO.\nThe date is out of such prolixity:\n" +- "We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf,\nBearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,\n" +- "Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;\nNor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke\nAfter the prompter, for our entrance:\n" +- "But let them measure us by what they will,\nWe’ll measure them a measure, and be gone.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nGive me a torch, I am not for this ambling;\nBeing but heavy I will bear the light.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nNay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nNot I, believe me, you have dancing shoes,\nWith nimble soles, I have a soul of lead\n" @@ -311,8 +340,10 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nI am too sore enpierced with his shaft\nTo soar with his light feathers, and so bound,\n" - "I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.\nUnder love’s heavy burden do I sink.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nAnd, to sink in it, should you burden love;\nToo great oppression for a tender thing.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nIs love a tender thing? It is too rough,\nToo rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.\n\n" -- "MERCUTIO.\nIf love be rough with you, be rough with love;\nPrick love for pricking, and you beat love down.\n" +- "ROMEO.\nIs love a tender thing? It is too rough,\n" +- "Too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nIf love be rough with you, be rough with love;\n" +- "Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.\n" - "Give me a case to put my visage in: [_Putting on a mask._]\n" - "A visor for a visor. What care I\nWhat curious eye doth quote deformities?\n" - "Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.\n\n" @@ -323,33 +354,34 @@ expression: chunks - "MERCUTIO.\nTut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s own word:\n" - "If thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire\nOr save your reverence love, wherein thou stickest\n" - "Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho.\n\nROMEO.\nNay, that’s not so.\n\n" -- "MERCUTIO.\nI mean sir, in delay\nWe waste our lights in vain, light lights by day.\nTake our good meaning, for our judgment sits\n" -- "Five times in that ere once in our five wits.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nI mean sir, in delay\nWe waste our lights in vain, light lights by day.\n" +- "Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits\nFive times in that ere once in our five wits.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nAnd we mean well in going to this mask;\nBut ’tis no wit to go.\n\n" -- "MERCUTIO.\nWhy, may one ask?\n\nROMEO.\nI dreamt a dream tonight.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAnd so did I.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nWell what was yours?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThat dreamers often lie.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nWhy, may one ask?\n\nROMEO.\nI dreamt a dream tonight.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nAnd so did I.\n\nROMEO.\nWell what was yours?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThat dreamers often lie.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nIn bed asleep, while they do dream things true.\n\n" -- "MERCUTIO.\nO, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.\nShe is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes\n" -- "In shape no bigger than an agate-stone\nOn the fore-finger of an alderman,\nDrawn with a team of little atomies\n" -- "Over men’s noses as they lie asleep:\nHer waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;\n" -- "The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;\nHer traces, of the smallest spider’s web;\n" -- "The collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams;\nHer whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film;\n" -- "Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,\nNot half so big as a round little worm\n" -- "Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:\nHer chariot is an empty hazelnut,\n" -- "Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,\nTime out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.\n" -- "And in this state she gallops night by night\nThrough lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;\n" -- "O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;\nO’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;\n" -- "O’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,\nWhich oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,\n" -- "Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:\nSometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,\n" -- "And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;\nAnd sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail,\n" -- "Tickling a parson’s nose as a lies asleep,\nThen dreams he of another benefice:\n" -- "Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,\nAnd then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,\n" -- "Of breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades,\nOf healths five fathom deep; and then anon\n" -- "Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;\nAnd, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,\n" -- "And sleeps again. This is that very Mab\nThat plats the manes of horses in the night;\n" -- "And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,\nWhich, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:\n" -- "This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,\nThat presses them, and learns them first to bear,\nMaking them women of good carriage:\n" -- "This is she,—\n\nROMEO.\nPeace, peace, Mercutio, peace,\nThou talk’st of nothing.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nO, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.\n" +- "She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes\nIn shape no bigger than an agate-stone\n" +- "On the fore-finger of an alderman,\nDrawn with a team of little atomies\nOver men’s noses as they lie asleep:\n" +- "Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;\nThe cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;\n" +- "Her traces, of the smallest spider’s web;\nThe collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams;\n" +- "Her whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film;\nHer waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,\n" +- "Not half so big as a round little worm\nPrick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:\n" +- "Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,\nMade by the joiner squirrel or old grub,\n" +- "Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.\nAnd in this state she gallops night by night\n" +- "Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;\nO’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;\n" +- "O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;\nO’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,\n" +- "Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,\nBecause their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:\n" +- "Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,\nAnd then dreams he of smelling out a suit;\n" +- "And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail,\nTickling a parson’s nose as a lies asleep,\n" +- "Then dreams he of another benefice:\nSometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,\n" +- "And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,\nOf breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades,\n" +- "Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon\nDrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;\n" +- "And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,\nAnd sleeps again. This is that very Mab\n" +- "That plats the manes of horses in the night;\nAnd bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,\n" +- "Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:\nThis is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,\n" +- "That presses them, and learns them first to bear,\nMaking them women of good carriage:\nThis is she,—\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nPeace, peace, Mercutio, peace,\nThou talk’st of nothing.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nTrue, I talk of dreams,\nWhich are the children of an idle brain,\nBegot of nothing but vain fantasy,\n" - "Which is as thin of substance as the air,\nAnd more inconstant than the wind, who wooes\n" - "Even now the frozen bosom of the north,\nAnd, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,\n" @@ -372,12 +404,14 @@ expression: chunks - "SECOND SERVANT.\nWe cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and\n" - "the longer liver take all.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n" - " Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers.\n\n" -- "CAPULET.\nWelcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes\nUnplagu’d with corns will have a bout with you.\n" -- "Ah my mistresses, which of you all\nWill now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,\n" -- "She I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?\nWelcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day\n" -- "That I have worn a visor, and could tell\nA whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,\n" -- "Such as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone,\nYou are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.\n" -- "A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls.\n\n [_Music plays, and they dance._]\n\n" +- "CAPULET.\nWelcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes\n" +- "Unplagu’d with corns will have a bout with you.\nAh my mistresses, which of you all\n" +- "Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,\nShe I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?\n" +- "Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day\nThat I have worn a visor, and could tell\n" +- "A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,\n" +- "Such as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone,\n" +- "You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.\nA hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls.\n\n" +- " [_Music plays, and they dance._]\n\n" - "More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,\nAnd quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.\n" - "Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.\nNay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet,\n" - "For you and I are past our dancing days;\nHow long is’t now since last yourself and I\nWere in a mask?\n\n" @@ -387,24 +421,26 @@ expression: chunks - "Some five and twenty years; and then we mask’d.\n\n" - "CAPULET’S COUSIN.\n’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir;\n" - "His son is thirty.\n\nCAPULET.\nWill you tell me that?\nHis son was but a ward two years ago.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nWhat lady is that, which doth enrich the hand\nOf yonder knight?\n\nSERVANT.\nI know not, sir.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nWhat lady is that, which doth enrich the hand\nOf yonder knight?\n\n" +- "SERVANT.\nI know not, sir.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nO, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!\nIt seems she hangs upon the cheek of night\n" - "As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear;\nBeauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!\n" - "So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows\nAs yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.\n" - "The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,\nAnd touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.\n" - "Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!\nFor I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.\n\n" -- "TYBALT.\nThis by his voice, should be a Montague.\nFetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave\n" -- "Come hither, cover’d with an antic face,\nTo fleer and scorn at our solemnity?\n" -- "Now by the stock and honour of my kin,\nTo strike him dead I hold it not a sin.\n\n" +- "TYBALT.\nThis by his voice, should be a Montague.\n" +- "Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave\nCome hither, cover’d with an antic face,\n" +- "To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?\nNow by the stock and honour of my kin,\n" +- "To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nWhy how now, kinsman!\nWherefore storm you so?\n\n" - "TYBALT.\nUncle, this is a Montague, our foe;\nA villain that is hither come in spite,\n" - "To scorn at our solemnity this night.\n\nCAPULET.\nYoung Romeo, is it?\n\n" - "TYBALT.\n’Tis he, that villain Romeo.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nContent thee, gentle coz, let him alone,\nA bears him like a portly gentleman;\n" - "And, to say truth, Verona brags of him\nTo be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth.\n" -- "I would not for the wealth of all the town\nHere in my house do him disparagement.\nTherefore be patient, take no note of him,\n" -- "It is my will; the which if thou respect,\nShow a fair presence and put off these frowns,\n" -- "An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.\n\n" +- "I would not for the wealth of all the town\nHere in my house do him disparagement.\n" +- "Therefore be patient, take no note of him,\nIt is my will; the which if thou respect,\n" +- "Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,\nAn ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.\n\n" - "TYBALT.\nIt fits when such a villain is a guest:\nI’ll not endure him.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nHe shall be endur’d.\nWhat, goodman boy! I say he shall, go to;\n" - "Am I the master here, or you? Go to.\nYou’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul,\n" @@ -412,25 +448,28 @@ expression: chunks - "TYBALT.\nWhy, uncle, ’tis a shame.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nGo to, go to!\nYou are a saucy boy. Is’t so, indeed?\n" - "This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what.\nYou must contrary me! Marry, ’tis time.\n" -- "Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox; go:\nBe quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame!\n" -- "I’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts.\n\n" +- "Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox; go:\n" +- "Be quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame!\nI’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts.\n\n" - "TYBALT.\nPatience perforce with wilful choler meeting\nMakes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.\n" - "I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,\nNow seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\n[_To Juliet._] If I profane with my unworthiest hand\nThis holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,\n" -- "My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand\nTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\n[_To Juliet._] If I profane with my unworthiest hand\n" +- "This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,\nMy lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand\nTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nGood pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,\nWhich mannerly devotion shows in this;\n" - "For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,\nAnd palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nHave not saints lips, and holy palmers too?\n\n" - "JULIET.\nAy, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nO, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:\nThey pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nO, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:\n" +- "They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nSaints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nThen move not while my prayer’s effect I take.\nThus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d.\n" -- "[_Kissing her._]\n\nJULIET.\nThen have my lips the sin that they have took.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nThen move not while my prayer’s effect I take.\n" +- "Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d.\n[_Kissing her._]\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nThen have my lips the sin that they have took.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nSin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!\nGive me my sin again.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nYou kiss by the book.\n\nNURSE.\nMadam, your mother craves a word with you.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nWhat is her mother?\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nMarry, bachelor,\nHer mother is the lady of the house,\nAnd a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.\n" -- "I nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal.\nI tell you, he that can lay hold of her\nShall have the chinks.\n\n" +- "NURSE.\nMarry, bachelor,\nHer mother is the lady of the house,\n" +- "And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.\nI nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal.\n" +- "I tell you, he that can lay hold of her\nShall have the chinks.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nIs she a Capulet?\nO dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nAway, be gone; the sport is at the best.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nAy, so I fear; the more is my unrest.\n\n" @@ -438,7 +477,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Is it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all;\nI thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.\n" - "More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.\nAh, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,\n" - "I’ll to my rest.\n\n [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._]\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nCome hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?\n\nNURSE.\nThe son and heir of old Tiberio.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nCome hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?\n\n" +- "NURSE.\nThe son and heir of old Tiberio.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nWhat’s he that now is going out of door?\n\n" - "NURSE.\nMarry, that I think be young Petruchio.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nWhat’s he that follows here, that would not dance?\n\nNURSE.\nI know not.\n\n" @@ -455,9 +495,10 @@ expression: chunks - "That fair for which love groan’d for and would die,\nWith tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair.\n" - "Now Romeo is belov’d, and loves again,\nAlike bewitched by the charm of looks;\n" - "But to his foe suppos’d he must complain,\nAnd she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks:\n" -- "Being held a foe, he may not have access\nTo breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;\nAnd she as much in love, her means much less\n" -- "To meet her new beloved anywhere.\nBut passion lends them power, time means, to meet,\nTempering extremities with extreme sweet.\n\n" -- " [_Exit._]\n\nSCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\n" +- "Being held a foe, he may not have access\nTo breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;\n" +- "And she as much in love, her means much less\nTo meet her new beloved anywhere.\n" +- "But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,\nTempering extremities with extreme sweet.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" +- "SCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nCan I go forward when my heart is here?\nTurn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.\n\n" - " [_He climbs the wall and leaps down within it._]\n\n Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nRomeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo!\n\n" @@ -467,33 +508,37 @@ expression: chunks - "Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,\nSpeak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;\n" - "Cry but ‘Ah me!’ Pronounce but Love and dove;\nSpeak to my gossip Venus one fair word,\n" - "One nickname for her purblind son and heir,\nYoung Abraham Cupid, he that shot so trim\n" -- "When King Cophetua lov’d the beggar-maid.\nHe heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;\n" -- "The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.\nI conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes,\n" -- "By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,\nBy her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,\n" -- "And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,\nThat in thy likeness thou appear to us.\n\n" -- "BENVOLIO.\nAn if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.\n\n" +- "When King Cophetua lov’d the beggar-maid.\n" +- "He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;\nThe ape is dead, and I must conjure him.\n" +- "I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes,\nBy her high forehead and her scarlet lip,\n" +- "By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,\nAnd the demesnes that there adjacent lie,\n" +- "That in thy likeness thou appear to us.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAn if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nThis cannot anger him. ’Twould anger him\nTo raise a spirit in his mistress’ circle,\n" -- "Of some strange nature, letting it there stand\nTill she had laid it, and conjur’d it down;\nThat were some spite. My invocation\n" -- "Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress’ name,\nI conjure only but to raise up him.\n\n" +- "Of some strange nature, letting it there stand\nTill she had laid it, and conjur’d it down;\n" +- "That were some spite. My invocation\nIs fair and honest, and, in his mistress’ name,\n" +- "I conjure only but to raise up him.\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nCome, he hath hid himself among these trees\nTo be consorted with the humorous night.\n" - "Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nIf love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.\nNow will he sit under a medlar tree,\n" -- "And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit\nAs maids call medlars when they laugh alone.\nO Romeo, that she were, O that she were\n" -- "An open-arse and thou a poperin pear!\nRomeo, good night. I’ll to my truckle-bed.\n" -- "This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.\nCome, shall we go?\n\n" +- "And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit\nAs maids call medlars when they laugh alone.\n" +- "O Romeo, that she were, O that she were\nAn open-arse and thou a poperin pear!\n" +- "Romeo, good night. I’ll to my truckle-bed.\nThis field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.\n" +- "Come, shall we go?\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nGo then; for ’tis in vain\nTo seek him here that means not to be found.\n\n" - " [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. Capulet’s Garden.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nHe jests at scars that never felt a wound.\n\n Juliet appears above at a window.\n\n" - "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?\nIt is the east, and Juliet is the sun!\n" -- "Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon,\nWho is already sick and pale with grief,\nThat thou her maid art far more fair than she.\n" -- "Be not her maid since she is envious;\nHer vestal livery is but sick and green,\n" -- "And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.\nIt is my lady, O it is my love!\nO, that she knew she were!\n" +- "Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon,\nWho is already sick and pale with grief,\n" +- "That thou her maid art far more fair than she.\nBe not her maid since she is envious;\n" +- "Her vestal livery is but sick and green,\nAnd none but fools do wear it; cast it off.\n" +- "It is my lady, O it is my love!\nO, that she knew she were!\n" - "She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?\nHer eye discourses, I will answer it.\n" - "I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks.\nTwo of the fairest stars in all the heaven,\n" -- "Having some business, do entreat her eyes\nTo twinkle in their spheres till they return.\nWhat if her eyes were there, they in her head?\n" -- "The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,\nAs daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven\nWould through the airy region stream so bright\n" -- "That birds would sing and think it were not night.\nSee how she leans her cheek upon her hand.\nO that I were a glove upon that hand,\n" -- "That I might touch that cheek.\n\nJULIET.\nAy me.\n\n" +- "Having some business, do entreat her eyes\nTo twinkle in their spheres till they return.\n" +- "What if her eyes were there, they in her head?\nThe brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,\n" +- "As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven\nWould through the airy region stream so bright\n" +- "That birds would sing and think it were not night.\nSee how she leans her cheek upon her hand.\n" +- "O that I were a glove upon that hand,\nThat I might touch that cheek.\n\nJULIET.\nAy me.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nShe speaks.\nO speak again bright angel, for thou art\nAs glorious to this night, being o’er my head,\n" - "As is a winged messenger of heaven\nUnto the white-upturned wondering eyes\nOf mortals that fall back to gaze on him\n" - "When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds\nAnd sails upon the bosom of the air.\n\n" @@ -513,7 +558,8 @@ expression: chunks - "JULIET.\nMy ears have yet not drunk a hundred words\nOf thy tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound.\n" - "Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?\n\nROMEO.\nNeither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nHow cam’st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?\n" -- "The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,\nAnd the place death, considering who thou art,\nIf any of my kinsmen find thee here.\n\n" +- "The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,\nAnd the place death, considering who thou art,\n" +- "If any of my kinsmen find thee here.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nWith love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls,\nFor stony limits cannot hold love out,\n" - "And what love can do, that dares love attempt:\nTherefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nIf they do see thee, they will murder thee.\n\n" @@ -523,7 +569,8 @@ expression: chunks - "My life were better ended by their hate\nThan death prorogued, wanting of thy love.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nBy whose direction found’st thou out this place?\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nBy love, that first did prompt me to enquire;\nHe lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.\n" -- "I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far\nAs that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea,\nI should adventure for such merchandise.\n\n" +- "I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far\nAs that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea,\n" +- "I should adventure for such merchandise.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nThou knowest the mask of night is on my face,\nElse would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek\n" - "For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.\nFain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny\n" - "What I have spoke; but farewell compliment.\nDost thou love me? I know thou wilt say Ay,\n" @@ -545,19 +592,20 @@ expression: chunks - "Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night.\nThis bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,\n" - "May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.\nGood night, good night. As sweet repose and rest\n" - "Come to thy heart as that within my breast.\n\nROMEO.\nO wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nWhat satisfaction canst thou have tonight?\n\nROMEO.\nTh’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nWhat satisfaction canst thou have tonight?\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nTh’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nI gave thee mine before thou didst request it;\nAnd yet I would it were to give again.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nWould’st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?\n\n" - "JULIET.\nBut to be frank and give it thee again.\nAnd yet I wish but for the thing I have;\n" -- "My bounty is as boundless as the sea,\nMy love as deep; the more I give to thee,\nThe more I have, for both are infinite.\n" -- "I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.\n[_Nurse calls within._]\n" +- "My bounty is as boundless as the sea,\nMy love as deep; the more I give to thee,\n" +- "The more I have, for both are infinite.\nI hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.\n[_Nurse calls within._]\n" - "Anon, good Nurse!—Sweet Montague be true.\nStay but a little, I will come again.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nO blessed, blessed night. I am afeard,\nBeing in night, all this is but a dream,\n" - "Too flattering sweet to be substantial.\n\n Enter Juliet above.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nThree words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.\nIf that thy bent of love be honourable,\n" - "Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,\nBy one that I’ll procure to come to thee,\n" -- "Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,\nAnd all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay\nAnd follow thee my lord throughout the world.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\n[_Within._] Madam.\n\n" +- "Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,\nAnd all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay\n" +- "And follow thee my lord throughout the world.\n\nNURSE.\n[_Within._] Madam.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nI come, anon.— But if thou meanest not well,\nI do beseech thee,—\n\n" - "NURSE.\n[_Within._] Madam.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nBy and by I come—\nTo cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.\nTomorrow will I send.\n\n" @@ -565,8 +613,8 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nA thousand times the worse, to want thy light.\nLove goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,\n" - "But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.\n\n [_Retiring slowly._]\n\n Re-enter Juliet, above.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nHist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer’s voice\n" -- "To lure this tassel-gentle back again.\nBondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,\nElse would I tear the cave where Echo lies,\n" -- "And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine\nWith repetition of my Romeo’s name.\n\n" +- "To lure this tassel-gentle back again.\nBondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,\n" +- "Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,\nAnd make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine\nWith repetition of my Romeo’s name.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nIt is my soul that calls upon my name.\nHow silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,\n" - "Like softest music to attending ears.\n\nJULIET.\nRomeo.\n\nROMEO.\nMy nyas?\n\n" - "JULIET.\nWhat o’clock tomorrow\nShall I send to thee?\n\nROMEO.\nBy the hour of nine.\n\n" @@ -576,23 +624,25 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nAnd I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,\nForgetting any other home but this.\n\n" - "JULIET.\n’Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone,\nAnd yet no farther than a wanton’s bird,\n" - "That lets it hop a little from her hand,\nLike a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,\n" -- "And with a silk thread plucks it back again,\nSo loving-jealous of his liberty.\n\nROMEO.\nI would I were thy bird.\n\n" +- "And with a silk thread plucks it back again,\nSo loving-jealous of his liberty.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nI would I were thy bird.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nSweet, so would I:\nYet I should kill thee with much cherishing.\n" -- "Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow\nThat I shall say good night till it be morrow.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" +- "Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow\nThat I shall say good night till it be morrow.\n\n" +- " [_Exit._]\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nSleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.\nWould I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.\n" - "The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night,\nChequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;\n" - "And darkness fleckled like a drunkard reels\nFrom forth day’s pathway, made by Titan’s wheels\n" -- "Hence will I to my ghostly Sire’s cell,\nHis help to crave and my dear hap to tell.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" -- "SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket.\n\n" +- "Hence will I to my ghostly Sire’s cell,\nHis help to crave and my dear hap to tell.\n\n" +- " [_Exit._]\n\nSCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nNow, ere the sun advance his burning eye,\n" - "The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry,\nI must upfill this osier cage of ours\n" - "With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.\nThe earth that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb;\n" -- "What is her burying grave, that is her womb:\nAnd from her womb children of divers kind\nWe sucking on her natural bosom find.\n" -- "Many for many virtues excellent,\nNone but for some, and yet all different.\nO, mickle is the powerful grace that lies\n" -- "In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.\nFor naught so vile that on the earth doth live\n" -- "But to the earth some special good doth give;\nNor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use,\n" -- "Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.\nVirtue itself turns vice being misapplied,\n" -- "And vice sometime’s by action dignified.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\n" +- "What is her burying grave, that is her womb:\nAnd from her womb children of divers kind\n" +- "We sucking on her natural bosom find.\nMany for many virtues excellent,\nNone but for some, and yet all different.\n" +- "O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies\nIn plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.\n" +- "For naught so vile that on the earth doth live\nBut to the earth some special good doth give;\n" +- "Nor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use,\nRevolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.\n" +- "Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied,\nAnd vice sometime’s by action dignified.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\n" - "Within the infant rind of this weak flower\nPoison hath residence, and medicine power:\n" - "For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;\nBeing tasted, slays all senses with the heart.\n" - "Two such opposed kings encamp them still\nIn man as well as herbs,—grace and rude will;\nAnd where the worser is predominant,\n" @@ -608,8 +658,9 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nWith Rosaline, my ghostly father? No.\nI have forgot that name, and that name’s woe.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThat’s my good son. But where hast thou been then?\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nI’ll tell thee ere thou ask it me again.\nI have been feasting with mine enemy,\n" -- "Where on a sudden one hath wounded me\nThat’s by me wounded. Both our remedies\nWithin thy help and holy physic lies.\n" -- "I bear no hatred, blessed man; for lo,\nMy intercession likewise steads my foe.\n\n" +- "Where on a sudden one hath wounded me\nThat’s by me wounded. Both our remedies\n" +- "Within thy help and holy physic lies.\nI bear no hatred, blessed man; for lo,\n" +- "My intercession likewise steads my foe.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nBe plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;\n" - "Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nThen plainly know my heart’s dear love is set\nOn the fair daughter of rich Capulet.\n" @@ -618,14 +669,15 @@ expression: chunks - "I’ll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,\nThat thou consent to marry us today.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHoly Saint Francis! What a change is here!\nIs Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,\n" - "So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then lies\nNot truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.\n" -- "Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine\nHath wash’d thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!\nHow much salt water thrown away in waste,\n" -- "To season love, that of it doth not taste.\nThe sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,\n" -- "Thy old groans yet ring in mine ancient ears.\nLo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit\n" -- "Of an old tear that is not wash’d off yet.\nIf ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,\n" -- "Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline,\nAnd art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then,\n" -- "Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men.\n\n" +- "Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine\nHath wash’d thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!\n" +- "How much salt water thrown away in waste,\nTo season love, that of it doth not taste.\n" +- "The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,\nThy old groans yet ring in mine ancient ears.\n" +- "Lo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit\nOf an old tear that is not wash’d off yet.\n" +- "If ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,\nThou and these woes were all for Rosaline,\n" +- "And art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then,\nWomen may fall, when there’s no strength in men.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nThou chidd’st me oft for loving Rosaline.\n\n" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nFor doting, not for loving, pupil mine.\n\nROMEO.\nAnd bad’st me bury love.\n\n" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nFor doting, not for loving, pupil mine.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nAnd bad’st me bury love.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nNot in a grave\nTo lay one in, another out to have.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nI pray thee chide me not, her I love now\nDoth grace for grace and love for love allow.\n" - "The other did not so.\n\n" @@ -636,7 +688,8 @@ expression: chunks - "SCENE IV. A Street.\n\n Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nWhere the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home tonight?\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nNot to his father’s; I spoke with his man.\n\n" -- "MERCUTIO.\nWhy, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so\nthat he will sure run mad.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nWhy, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so\n" +- "that he will sure run mad.\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nTybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father’s\nhouse.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nA challenge, on my life.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nRomeo will answer it.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nAny man that can write may answer a letter.\n\n" @@ -649,8 +702,8 @@ expression: chunks - "compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance,\n" - "and proportion. He rests his minim rest, one, two, and the third in\n" - "your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist;\n" -- "a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause. Ah,\nthe immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hay.\n\n" -- "BENVOLIO.\nThe what?\n\n" +- "a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause. Ah,\n" +- "the immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hay.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nThe what?\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nThe pox of such antic lisping, affecting phantasies; these new tuners\n" - "of accent. By Jesu, a very good blade, a very tall man, a very good\n" - "whore. Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should\n" @@ -663,14 +716,16 @@ expression: chunks - "his lady, was but a kitchen wench,—marry, she had a better love to\n" - "berhyme her: Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gypsy; Helen and Hero hildings\n" - "and harlots; Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior\n" -- "Romeo, bonjour! There’s a French salutation to your French slop. You\ngave us the counterfeit fairly last night.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nGood morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?\n\n" +- "Romeo, bonjour! There’s a French salutation to your French slop. You\n" +- "gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.\n\nROMEO.\nGood morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nThe slip sir, the slip; can you not conceive?\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nPardon, good Mercutio, my business was great, and in such a case as\nmine a man may strain courtesy.\n\n" -- "MERCUTIO.\nThat’s as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow\nin the hams.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nMeaning, to curtsy.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThou hast most kindly hit it.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nA most courteous exposition.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nNay, I am the very pink of courtesy.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nPink for flower.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nRight.\n\nROMEO.\nWhy, then is my pump well flowered.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nPardon, good Mercutio, my business was great, and in such a case as\n" +- "mine a man may strain courtesy.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nThat’s as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow\n" +- "in the hams.\n\nROMEO.\nMeaning, to curtsy.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nThou hast most kindly hit it.\n\nROMEO.\nA most courteous exposition.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nNay, I am the very pink of courtesy.\n\nROMEO.\nPink for flower.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nRight.\n\nROMEO.\nWhy, then is my pump well flowered.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nSure wit, follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump,\n" - "that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the\nwearing, solely singular.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nO single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness!\n\n" @@ -695,7 +750,8 @@ expression: chunks - "whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to occupy the argument no\nlonger.\n\n Enter Nurse and Peter.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nHere’s goodly gear!\nA sail, a sail!\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nTwo, two; a shirt and a smock.\n\nNURSE.\nPeter!\n\nPETER.\nAnon.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nMy fan, Peter.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nGood Peter, to hide her face; for her fan’s the fairer face.\n\n" +- "NURSE.\nMy fan, Peter.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nGood Peter, to hide her face; for her fan’s the fairer face.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nGod ye good morrow, gentlemen.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nGod ye good-den, fair gentlewoman.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nIs it good-den?\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\n’Tis no less, I tell ye; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the\n" @@ -717,7 +773,8 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nI will follow you.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nFarewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady.\n\n" - " [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._]\n\n" - "NURSE.\nI pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his\nropery?\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nA gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak\nmore in a minute than he will stand to in a month.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nA gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak\n" +- "more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nAnd a speak anything against me, I’ll take him down, and a were lustier\n" - "than he is, and twenty such Jacks. And if I cannot, I’ll find those\n" - "that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of\n" @@ -729,7 +786,8 @@ expression: chunks - "knave. Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me\n" - "enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself. But first\n" - "let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool’s paradise, as they\n" -- "say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say; for the\ngentlewoman is young. And therefore, if you should deal double with\n" +- "say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say; for the\n" +- "gentlewoman is young. And therefore, if you should deal double with\n" - "her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and\nvery weak dealing.\n\n" - "ROMEO. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto\nthee,—\n\n" - "NURSE.\nGood heart, and i’faith I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will\nbe a joyful woman.\n\n" @@ -756,15 +814,18 @@ expression: chunks - "with some other letter, and she hath the prettiest sententious of it,\n" - "of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it.\n\nROMEO.\nCommend me to thy lady.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nAy, a thousand times. Peter!\n\n [_Exit Romeo._]\n\nPETER.\nAnon.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nBefore and apace.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE V. Capulet’s Garden.\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\n" +- "NURSE.\nBefore and apace.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE V. Capulet’s Garden.\n\n" +- " Enter Juliet.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nThe clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse,\nIn half an hour she promised to return.\n" - "Perchance she cannot meet him. That’s not so.\nO, she is lame. Love’s heralds should be thoughts,\n" - "Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams,\nDriving back shadows over lowering hills:\n" - "Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw love,\nAnd therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.\n" -- "Now is the sun upon the highmost hill\nOf this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve\nIs three long hours, yet she is not come.\n" -- "Had she affections and warm youthful blood,\nShe’d be as swift in motion as a ball;\nMy words would bandy her to my sweet love,\n" -- "And his to me.\nBut old folks, many feign as they were dead;\nUnwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.\n\n" -- " Enter Nurse and Peter.\n\nO God, she comes. O honey Nurse, what news?\nHast thou met with him? Send thy man away.\n\n" +- "Now is the sun upon the highmost hill\nOf this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve\n" +- "Is three long hours, yet she is not come.\nHad she affections and warm youthful blood,\n" +- "She’d be as swift in motion as a ball;\nMy words would bandy her to my sweet love,\nAnd his to me.\n" +- "But old folks, many feign as they were dead;\nUnwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.\n\n" +- " Enter Nurse and Peter.\n\n" +- "O God, she comes. O honey Nurse, what news?\nHast thou met with him? Send thy man away.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nPeter, stay at the gate.\n\n [_Exit Peter._]\n\n" - "JULIET.\nNow, good sweet Nurse,—O Lord, why look’st thou sad?\n" - "Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;\nIf good, thou sham’st the music of sweet news\n" @@ -774,8 +835,9 @@ expression: chunks - "Nay come, I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, speak.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nJesu, what haste? Can you not stay a while? Do you not see that I am\nout of breath?\n\n" - "JULIET.\nHow art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath\nTo say to me that thou art out of breath?\n" -- "The excuse that thou dost make in this delay\nIs longer than the tale thou dost excuse.\nIs thy news good or bad? Answer to that;\n" -- "Say either, and I’ll stay the circumstance.\nLet me be satisfied, is’t good or bad?\n\n" +- "The excuse that thou dost make in this delay\nIs longer than the tale thou dost excuse.\n" +- "Is thy news good or bad? Answer to that;\nSay either, and I’ll stay the circumstance.\n" +- "Let me be satisfied, is’t good or bad?\n\n" - "NURSE.\nWell, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man.\n" - "Romeo? No, not he. Though his face be better than any man’s, yet his\n" - "leg excels all men’s, and for a hand and a foot, and a body, though\n" @@ -805,8 +867,8 @@ expression: chunks - "SCENE VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSo smile the heavens upon this holy act\nThat after-hours with sorrow chide us not.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nAmen, amen, but come what sorrow can,\nIt cannot countervail the exchange of joy\n" -- "That one short minute gives me in her sight.\nDo thou but close our hands with holy words,\nThen love-devouring death do what he dare,\n" -- "It is enough I may but call her mine.\n\n" +- "That one short minute gives me in her sight.\nDo thou but close our hands with holy words,\n" +- "Then love-devouring death do what he dare,\nIt is enough I may but call her mine.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThese violent delights have violent ends,\nAnd in their triumph die; like fire and powder,\n" - "Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey\nIs loathsome in his own deliciousness,\nAnd in the taste confounds the appetite.\n" - "Therefore love moderately: long love doth so;\nToo swift arrives as tardy as too slow.\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\n" @@ -819,12 +881,14 @@ expression: chunks - "To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath\nThis neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue\n" - "Unfold the imagin’d happiness that both\nReceive in either by this dear encounter.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nConceit more rich in matter than in words,\nBrags of his substance, not of ornament.\n" -- "They are but beggars that can count their worth;\nBut my true love is grown to such excess,\nI cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.\n\n" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nCome, come with me, and we will make short work,\nFor, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone\n" -- "Till holy church incorporate two in one.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n\n\n" +- "They are but beggars that can count their worth;\nBut my true love is grown to such excess,\n" +- "I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.\n\n" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nCome, come with me, and we will make short work,\n" +- "For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone\nTill holy church incorporate two in one.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n\n\n" - "ACT III\n\nSCENE I. A public Place.\n\n Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants.\n\n" -- "BENVOLIO.\nI pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:\nThe day is hot, the Capulets abroad,\n" -- "And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,\nFor now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.\n\n" +- "BENVOLIO.\nI pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:\n" +- "The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,\nAnd if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,\n" +- "For now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nThou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of\n" - "a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says ‘God send me no\n" - "need of thee!’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the\ndrawer, when indeed there is no need.\n\n" @@ -840,8 +904,8 @@ expression: chunks - "head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast\n" - "quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath\n" - "wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall\n" -- "out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with\nanother for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt\n" -- "tutor me from quarrelling!\n\n" +- "out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with\n" +- "another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt\ntutor me from quarrelling!\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nAnd I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee\n" - "simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThe fee simple! O simple!\n\n Enter Tybalt and others.\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nBy my head, here comes the Capulets.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nBy my heel, I care not.\n\n" @@ -850,7 +914,8 @@ expression: chunks - "TYBALT.\nYou shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me\noccasion.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nCould you not take some occasion without giving?\n\nTYBALT.\nMercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nConsort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of\n" -- "us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s\nthat shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!\n\n" +- "us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s\n" +- "that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nWe talk here in the public haunt of men.\nEither withdraw unto some private place,\n" - "And reason coldly of your grievances,\nOr else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nMen’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.\n" @@ -863,7 +928,8 @@ expression: chunks - "To such a greeting. Villain am I none;\nTherefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not.\n\n" - "TYBALT.\nBoy, this shall not excuse the injuries\nThat thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nI do protest I never injur’d thee,\nBut love thee better than thou canst devise\n" -- "Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.\nAnd so good Capulet, which name I tender\nAs dearly as mine own, be satisfied.\n\n" +- "Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.\nAnd so good Capulet, which name I tender\n" +- "As dearly as mine own, be satisfied.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nO calm, dishonourable, vile submission!\n" - "[_Draws._] Alla stoccata carries it away.\nTybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?\n\n" - "TYBALT.\nWhat wouldst thou have with me?\n\n" @@ -907,8 +973,8 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nThis shall determine that.\n\n [_They fight; Tybalt falls._]\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nRomeo, away, be gone!\nThe citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.\n" - "Stand not amaz’d. The Prince will doom thee death\nIf thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nO, I am fortune’s fool!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWhy dost thou stay?\n\n [_Exit Romeo._]\n\n" -- " Enter Citizens.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nO, I am fortune’s fool!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWhy dost thou stay?\n\n" +- " [_Exit Romeo._]\n\n Enter Citizens.\n\n" - "FIRST CITIZEN.\nWhich way ran he that kill’d Mercutio?\n" - "Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?\n\nBENVOLIO.\nThere lies that Tybalt.\n\n" - "FIRST CITIZEN.\nUp, sir, go with me.\nI charge thee in the Prince’s name obey.\n\n" @@ -924,19 +990,21 @@ expression: chunks - "Your high displeasure. All this uttered\nWith gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow’d\n" - "Could not take truce with the unruly spleen\nOf Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts\n" - "With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,\nWho, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,\n" -- "And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats\nCold death aside, and with the other sends\nIt back to Tybalt, whose dexterity\n" -- "Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,\n‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue,\n" -- "His agile arm beats down their fatal points,\nAnd ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm\n" -- "An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life\nOf stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.\n" -- "But by and by comes back to Romeo,\nWho had but newly entertain’d revenge,\nAnd to’t they go like lightning; for, ere I\n" +- "And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats\nCold death aside, and with the other sends\n" +- "It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity\nRetorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,\n" +- "‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue,\nHis agile arm beats down their fatal points,\n" +- "And ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm\nAn envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life\n" +- "Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.\nBut by and by comes back to Romeo,\n" +- "Who had but newly entertain’d revenge,\nAnd to’t they go like lightning; for, ere I\n" - "Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain;\nAnd as he fell did Romeo turn and fly.\n" - "This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.\n\n" -- "LADY CAPULET.\nHe is a kinsman to the Montague.\nAffection makes him false, he speaks not true.\n" -- "Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,\nAnd all those twenty could but kill one life.\n" -- "I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give;\nRomeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.\n\n" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nHe is a kinsman to the Montague.\n" +- "Affection makes him false, he speaks not true.\nSome twenty of them fought in this black strife,\n" +- "And all those twenty could but kill one life.\nI beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give;\n" +- "Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.\n\n" - "PRINCE.\nRomeo slew him, he slew Mercutio.\nWho now the price of his dear blood doth owe?\n\n" -- "MONTAGUE.\nNot Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio’s friend;\nHis fault concludes but what the law should end,\n" -- "The life of Tybalt.\n\n" +- "MONTAGUE.\nNot Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio’s friend;\n" +- "His fault concludes but what the law should end,\nThe life of Tybalt.\n\n" - "PRINCE.\nAnd for that offence\nImmediately we do exile him hence.\nI have an interest in your hate’s proceeding,\n" - "My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.\nBut I’ll amerce you with so strong a fine\n" - "That you shall all repent the loss of mine.\nI will be deaf to pleading and excuses;\nNor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses.\n" @@ -944,16 +1012,17 @@ expression: chunks - "Bear hence this body, and attend our will.\nMercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n" - "SCENE II. A Room in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nGallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,\n" -- "Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner\nAs Phaeton would whip you to the west\nAnd bring in cloudy night immediately.\n" -- "Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,\nThat runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo\n" -- "Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen.\nLovers can see to do their amorous rites\n" -- "By their own beauties: or, if love be blind,\nIt best agrees with night. Come, civil night,\n" -- "Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,\nAnd learn me how to lose a winning match,\n" -- "Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.\nHood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,\n" -- "With thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold,\nThink true love acted simple modesty.\n" -- "Come, night, come Romeo; come, thou day in night;\nFor thou wilt lie upon the wings of night\n" -- "Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.\nCome gentle night, come loving black-brow’d night,\n" -- "Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die,\nTake him and cut him out in little stars,\nAnd he will make the face of heaven so fine\n" +- "Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner\nAs Phaeton would whip you to the west\n" +- "And bring in cloudy night immediately.\nSpread thy close curtain, love-performing night,\n" +- "That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo\nLeap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen.\n" +- "Lovers can see to do their amorous rites\nBy their own beauties: or, if love be blind,\n" +- "It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,\nThou sober-suited matron, all in black,\n" +- "And learn me how to lose a winning match,\nPlay’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.\n" +- "Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,\nWith thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold,\n" +- "Think true love acted simple modesty.\nCome, night, come Romeo; come, thou day in night;\n" +- "For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night\nWhiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.\n" +- "Come gentle night, come loving black-brow’d night,\nGive me my Romeo, and when I shall die,\n" +- "Take him and cut him out in little stars,\nAnd he will make the face of heaven so fine\n" - "That all the world will be in love with night,\nAnd pay no worship to the garish sun.\n" - "O, I have bought the mansion of a love,\nBut not possess’d it; and though I am sold,\n" - "Not yet enjoy’d. So tedious is this day\nAs is the night before some festival\nTo an impatient child that hath new robes\n" @@ -967,8 +1036,9 @@ expression: chunks - "Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nCan heaven be so envious?\n\n" - "NURSE.\nRomeo can,\nThough heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo.\nWho ever would have thought it? Romeo!\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nWhat devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?\nThis torture should be roar’d in dismal hell.\n" -- "Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but Ay,\nAnd that bare vowel I shall poison more\nThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice.\n" +- "JULIET.\nWhat devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?\n" +- "This torture should be roar’d in dismal hell.\nHath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but Ay,\n" +- "And that bare vowel I shall poison more\nThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice.\n" - "I am not I if there be such an I;\nOr those eyes shut that make thee answer Ay.\n" - "If he be slain, say Ay; or if not, No.\nBrief sounds determine of my weal or woe.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nI saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,\nGod save the mark!—here on his manly breast.\n" @@ -987,12 +1057,13 @@ expression: chunks - "JULIET.\nO serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!\nDid ever dragon keep so fair a cave?\n" - "Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical,\nDove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb!\n" - "Despised substance of divinest show!\nJust opposite to what thou justly seem’st,\nA damned saint, an honourable villain!\n" -- "O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell\nWhen thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend\nIn mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?\n" -- "Was ever book containing such vile matter\nSo fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell\nIn such a gorgeous palace.\n\n" +- "O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell\nWhen thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend\n" +- "In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?\nWas ever book containing such vile matter\nSo fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell\n" +- "In such a gorgeous palace.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nThere’s no trust,\nNo faith, no honesty in men. All perjur’d,\n" - "All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.\n" -- "Ah, where’s my man? Give me some aqua vitae.\nThese griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.\n" -- "Shame come to Romeo.\n\n" +- "Ah, where’s my man? Give me some aqua vitae.\n" +- "These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.\nShame come to Romeo.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nBlister’d be thy tongue\nFor such a wish! He was not born to shame.\n" - "Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit;\nFor ’tis a throne where honour may be crown’d\n" - "Sole monarch of the universal earth.\nO, what a beast was I to chide at him!\n\n" @@ -1012,11 +1083,13 @@ expression: chunks - "Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,\nAll slain, all dead. Romeo is banished,\n" - "There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,\nIn that word’s death, no words can that woe sound.\n" - "Where is my father and my mother, Nurse?\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nWeeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse.\nWill you go to them? I will bring you thither.\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nWash they his wounds with tears. Mine shall be spent,\nWhen theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.\n" -- "Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil’d,\nBoth you and I; for Romeo is exil’d.\n" -- "He made you for a highway to my bed,\nBut I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.\n" -- "Come cords, come Nurse, I’ll to my wedding bed,\nAnd death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead.\n\n" +- "NURSE.\nWeeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse.\n" +- "Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nWash they his wounds with tears. Mine shall be spent,\n" +- "When theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.\nTake up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil’d,\n" +- "Both you and I; for Romeo is exil’d.\nHe made you for a highway to my bed,\n" +- "But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.\nCome cords, come Nurse, I’ll to my wedding bed,\n" +- "And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nHie to your chamber. I’ll find Romeo\nTo comfort you. I wot well where he is.\n" - "Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night.\nI’ll to him, he is hid at Lawrence’ cell.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nO find him, give this ring to my true knight,\nAnd bid him come to take his last farewell.\n\n" @@ -1025,8 +1098,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Affliction is enanmour’d of thy parts\nAnd thou art wedded to calamity.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nFather, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?\nWhat sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,\n" - "That I yet know not?\n\n" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nToo familiar\nIs my dear son with such sour company.\nI bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nWhat less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom?\n\n" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nToo familiar\nIs my dear son with such sour company.\n" +- "I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom.\n\nROMEO.\nWhat less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom?\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nA gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips,\n" - "Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nHa, banishment? Be merciful, say death;\nFor exile hath more terror in his look,\n" @@ -1036,9 +1109,9 @@ expression: chunks - "Hence banished is banish’d from the world,\nAnd world’s exile is death. Then banished\n" - "Is death misterm’d. Calling death banished,\nThou cutt’st my head off with a golden axe,\n" - "And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.\n\n" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nO deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness!\nThy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince,\n" -- "Taking thy part, hath brush’d aside the law,\nAnd turn’d that black word death to banishment.\n" -- "This is dear mercy, and thou see’st it not.\n\n" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nO deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness!\n" +- "Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince,\nTaking thy part, hath brush’d aside the law,\n" +- "And turn’d that black word death to banishment.\nThis is dear mercy, and thou see’st it not.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\n’Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here\nWhere Juliet lives, and every cat and dog,\n" - "And little mouse, every unworthy thing,\nLive here in heaven and may look on her,\nBut Romeo may not. More validity,\n" - "More honourable state, more courtship lives\nIn carrion flies than Romeo. They may seize\nOn the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand,\n" @@ -1052,8 +1125,8 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nO, thou wilt speak again of banishment.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nI’ll give thee armour to keep off that word,\nAdversity’s sweet milk, philosophy,\n" - "To comfort thee, though thou art banished.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nYet banished? Hang up philosophy.\nUnless philosophy can make a Juliet,\nDisplant a town, reverse a Prince’s doom,\n" -- "It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nYet banished? Hang up philosophy.\nUnless philosophy can make a Juliet,\n" +- "Displant a town, reverse a Prince’s doom,\nIt helps not, it prevails not, talk no more.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nO, then I see that mad men have no ears.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nHow should they, when that wise men have no eyes?\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nLet me dispute with thee of thy estate.\n\n" @@ -1066,11 +1139,13 @@ expression: chunks - " [_Knocking._]\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHark, how they knock!—Who’s there?—Romeo, arise,\n" - "Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile.—Stand up.\n\n [_Knocking._]\n\n" -- "Run to my study.—By-and-by.—God’s will,\nWhat simpleness is this.—I come, I come.\n\n" -- " [_Knocking._]\n\nWho knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will?\n\n" +- "Run to my study.—By-and-by.—God’s will,\n" +- "What simpleness is this.—I come, I come.\n\n [_Knocking._]\n\n" +- "Who knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will?\n\n" - "NURSE.\n[_Within._] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand.\nI come from Lady Juliet.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nWelcome then.\n\n Enter Nurse.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nO holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar,\nWhere is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo?\n\n" +- "NURSE.\nO holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar,\n" +- "Where is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo?\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThere on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nO, he is even in my mistress’ case.\nJust in her case! O woeful sympathy!\n" - "Piteous predicament. Even so lies she,\nBlubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.\n" @@ -1086,37 +1161,39 @@ expression: chunks - "Murder’d her kinsman. O, tell me, Friar, tell me,\nIn what vile part of this anatomy\n" - "Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack\nThe hateful mansion.\n\n [_Drawing his sword._]\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHold thy desperate hand.\nArt thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.\n" -- "Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote\nThe unreasonable fury of a beast.\nUnseemly woman in a seeming man,\n" -- "And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!\nThou hast amaz’d me. By my holy order,\n" -- "I thought thy disposition better temper’d.\nHast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself?\n" -- "And slay thy lady, that in thy life lives,\nBy doing damned hate upon thyself?\n" -- "Why rail’st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?\nSince birth, and heaven and earth, all three do meet\n" -- "In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.\n" +- "Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote\nThe unreasonable fury of a beast.\n" +- "Unseemly woman in a seeming man,\nAnd ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!\n" +- "Thou hast amaz’d me. By my holy order,\nI thought thy disposition better temper’d.\n" +- "Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself?\nAnd slay thy lady, that in thy life lives,\n" +- "By doing damned hate upon thyself?\nWhy rail’st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?\n" +- "Since birth, and heaven and earth, all three do meet\nIn thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.\n" - "Fie, fie, thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, thy wit,\n" - "Which, like a usurer, abound’st in all,\nAnd usest none in that true use indeed\n" - "Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.\nThy noble shape is but a form of wax,\n" - "Digressing from the valour of a man;\nThy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,\n" - "Killing that love which thou hast vow’d to cherish;\nThy wit, that ornament to shape and love,\n" -- "Misshapen in the conduct of them both,\nLike powder in a skilless soldier’s flask,\nIs set afire by thine own ignorance,\n" -- "And thou dismember’d with thine own defence.\nWhat, rouse thee, man. Thy Juliet is alive,\n" -- "For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead.\nThere art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,\n" -- "But thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou happy.\nThe law that threaten’d death becomes thy friend,\n" -- "And turns it to exile; there art thou happy.\nA pack of blessings light upon thy back;\nHappiness courts thee in her best array;\n" -- "But like a misshaped and sullen wench,\nThou putt’st up thy Fortune and thy love.\n" -- "Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.\nGo, get thee to thy love as was decreed,\n" -- "Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.\nBut look thou stay not till the watch be set,\n" -- "For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;\nWhere thou shalt live till we can find a time\nTo blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,\n" +- "Misshapen in the conduct of them both,\nLike powder in a skilless soldier’s flask,\n" +- "Is set afire by thine own ignorance,\nAnd thou dismember’d with thine own defence.\n" +- "What, rouse thee, man. Thy Juliet is alive,\nFor whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead.\n" +- "There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,\nBut thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou happy.\n" +- "The law that threaten’d death becomes thy friend,\nAnd turns it to exile; there art thou happy.\n" +- "A pack of blessings light upon thy back;\nHappiness courts thee in her best array;\nBut like a misshaped and sullen wench,\n" +- "Thou putt’st up thy Fortune and thy love.\nTake heed, take heed, for such die miserable.\n" +- "Go, get thee to thy love as was decreed,\nAscend her chamber, hence and comfort her.\n" +- "But look thou stay not till the watch be set,\nFor then thou canst not pass to Mantua;\n" +- "Where thou shalt live till we can find a time\nTo blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,\n" - "Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back\nWith twenty hundred thousand times more joy\nThan thou went’st forth in lamentation.\n" - "Go before, Nurse. Commend me to thy lady,\nAnd bid her hasten all the house to bed,\n" - "Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.\nRomeo is coming.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nO Lord, I could have stay’d here all the night\nTo hear good counsel. O, what learning is!\n" - "My lord, I’ll tell my lady you will come.\n\nROMEO.\nDo so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nHere sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir.\nHie you, make haste, for it grows very late.\n\n" -- " [_Exit._]\n\nROMEO.\nHow well my comfort is reviv’d by this.\n\n" +- "NURSE.\nHere sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir.\n" +- "Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nHow well my comfort is reviv’d by this.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nGo hence, good night, and here stands all your state:\nEither be gone before the watch be set,\n" -- "Or by the break of day disguis’d from hence.\nSojourn in Mantua. I’ll find out your man,\n" -- "And he shall signify from time to time\nEvery good hap to you that chances here.\n" -- "Give me thy hand; ’tis late; farewell; good night.\n\n" +- "Or by the break of day disguis’d from hence.\n" +- "Sojourn in Mantua. I’ll find out your man,\nAnd he shall signify from time to time\n" +- "Every good hap to you that chances here.\nGive me thy hand; ’tis late; farewell; good night.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nBut that a joy past joy calls out on me,\nIt were a grief so brief to part with thee.\nFarewell.\n\n" - " [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.\n\n" - " Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and Paris.\n\n" @@ -1127,32 +1204,37 @@ expression: chunks - "PARIS.\nThese times of woe afford no tune to woo.\nMadam, good night. Commend me to your daughter.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nI will, and know her mind early tomorrow;\n" - "Tonight she’s mew’d up to her heaviness.\n\n" -- "CAPULET.\nSir Paris, I will make a desperate tender\nOf my child’s love. I think she will be rul’d\n" +- "CAPULET.\nSir Paris, I will make a desperate tender\n" +- "Of my child’s love. I think she will be rul’d\n" - "In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.\nWife, go you to her ere you go to bed,\n" - "Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love,\nAnd bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next,\n" - "But, soft, what day is this?\n\nPARIS.\nMonday, my lord.\n\n" -- "CAPULET.\nMonday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,\nA Thursday let it be; a Thursday, tell her,\n" -- "She shall be married to this noble earl.\nWill you be ready? Do you like this haste?\n" -- "We’ll keep no great ado,—a friend or two,\nFor, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,\n" -- "It may be thought we held him carelessly,\nBeing our kinsman, if we revel much.\nTherefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends,\n" +- "CAPULET.\nMonday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,\n" +- "A Thursday let it be; a Thursday, tell her,\nShe shall be married to this noble earl.\n" +- "Will you be ready? Do you like this haste?\nWe’ll keep no great ado,—a friend or two,\n" +- "For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,\nIt may be thought we held him carelessly,\n" +- "Being our kinsman, if we revel much.\nTherefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends,\n" - "And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?\n\nPARIS.\nMy lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nWell, get you gone. A Thursday be it then.\nGo you to Juliet ere you go to bed,\n" - "Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day.\nFarewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho!\n" -- "Afore me, it is so very very late that we\nMay call it early by and by. Good night.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n" -- "SCENE V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.\n\n Enter Romeo and Juliet.\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nWilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.\nIt was the nightingale, and not the lark,\n" -- "That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear;\nNightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.\n" -- "Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nIt was the lark, the herald of the morn,\nNo nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks\n" -- "Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.\nNight’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day\n" -- "Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.\nI must be gone and live, or stay and die.\n\n" +- "Afore me, it is so very very late that we\nMay call it early by and by. Good night.\n\n" +- " [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.\n\n" +- " Enter Romeo and Juliet.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nWilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.\n" +- "It was the nightingale, and not the lark,\nThat pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear;\n" +- "Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.\nBelieve me, love, it was the nightingale.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nIt was the lark, the herald of the morn,\n" +- "No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks\nDo lace the severing clouds in yonder east.\n" +- "Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day\nStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.\n" +- "I must be gone and live, or stay and die.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nYond light is not daylight, I know it, I.\nIt is some meteor that the sun exhales\n" - "To be to thee this night a torchbearer\nAnd light thee on thy way to Mantua.\n" - "Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nLet me be ta’en, let me be put to death,\nI am content, so thou wilt have it so.\n" - "I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye,\n’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow.\n" -- "Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat\nThe vaulty heaven so high above our heads.\nI have more care to stay than will to go.\n" -- "Come, death, and welcome. Juliet wills it so.\nHow is’t, my soul? Let’s talk. It is not day.\n\n" +- "Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat\nThe vaulty heaven so high above our heads.\n" +- "I have more care to stay than will to go.\nCome, death, and welcome. Juliet wills it so.\n" +- "How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk. It is not day.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nIt is, it is! Hie hence, be gone, away.\n" - "It is the lark that sings so out of tune,\nStraining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.\n" - "Some say the lark makes sweet division;\nThis doth not so, for she divideth us.\n" @@ -1163,24 +1245,28 @@ expression: chunks - "NURSE.\nYour lady mother is coming to your chamber.\nThe day is broke, be wary, look about.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" - "JULIET.\nThen, window, let day in, and let life out.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nFarewell, farewell, one kiss, and I’ll descend.\n\n [_Descends._]\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nArt thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend,\nI must hear from thee every day in the hour,\n" -- "For in a minute there are many days.\nO, by this count I shall be much in years\nEre I again behold my Romeo.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nArt thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend,\n" +- "I must hear from thee every day in the hour,\nFor in a minute there are many days.\n" +- "O, by this count I shall be much in years\nEre I again behold my Romeo.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nFarewell!\nI will omit no opportunity\nThat may convey my greetings, love, to thee.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nO thinkest thou we shall ever meet again?\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nI doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve\nFor sweet discourses in our time to come.\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nO God! I have an ill-divining soul!\nMethinks I see thee, now thou art so low,\n" -- "As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.\nEither my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nO God! I have an ill-divining soul!\n" +- "Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,\nAs one dead in the bottom of a tomb.\n" +- "Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nAnd trust me, love, in my eye so do you.\nDry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.\n\n" - " [_Exit below._]\n\n" - "JULIET.\nO Fortune, Fortune! All men call thee fickle,\nIf thou art fickle, what dost thou with him\n" - "That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, Fortune;\nFor then, I hope thou wilt not keep him long\n" - "But send him back.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\n[_Within._] Ho, daughter, are you up?\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nWho is’t that calls? Is it my lady mother?\nIs she not down so late, or up so early?\n" -- "What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?\n\n Enter Lady Capulet.\n\n" -- "LADY CAPULET.\nWhy, how now, Juliet?\n\nJULIET.\nMadam, I am not well.\n\n" -- "LADY CAPULET.\nEvermore weeping for your cousin’s death?\nWhat, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?\n" -- "And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.\nTherefore have done: some grief shows much of love,\n" -- "But much of grief shows still some want of wit.\n\nJULIET.\nYet let me weep for such a feeling loss.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nWho is’t that calls? Is it my lady mother?\n" +- "Is she not down so late, or up so early?\nWhat unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?\n\n" +- " Enter Lady Capulet.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nWhy, how now, Juliet?\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nMadam, I am not well.\n\n" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nEvermore weeping for your cousin’s death?\n" +- "What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?\nAnd if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.\n" +- "Therefore have done: some grief shows much of love,\nBut much of grief shows still some want of wit.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nYet let me weep for such a feeling loss.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nSo shall you feel the loss, but not the friend\nWhich you weep for.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nFeeling so the loss,\nI cannot choose but ever weep the friend.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nWell, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death\n" @@ -1188,21 +1274,24 @@ expression: chunks - "LADY CAPULET.\nThat same villain Romeo.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nVillain and he be many miles asunder.\nGod pardon him. I do, with all my heart.\n" - "And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nThat is because the traitor murderer lives.\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nAy madam, from the reach of these my hands.\nWould none but I might venge my cousin’s death.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nAy madam, from the reach of these my hands.\n" +- "Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nWe will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.\n" -- "Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,\nWhere that same banish’d runagate doth live,\n" -- "Shall give him such an unaccustom’d dram\nThat he shall soon keep Tybalt company:\nAnd then I hope thou wilt be satisfied.\n\n" +- "Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,\n" +- "Where that same banish’d runagate doth live,\nShall give him such an unaccustom’d dram\n" +- "That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:\nAnd then I hope thou wilt be satisfied.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nIndeed I never shall be satisfied\nWith Romeo till I behold him—dead—\n" - "Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex’d.\nMadam, if you could find out but a man\n" -- "To bear a poison, I would temper it,\nThat Romeo should upon receipt thereof,\nSoon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors\n" -- "To hear him nam’d, and cannot come to him,\nTo wreak the love I bore my cousin\n" -- "Upon his body that hath slaughter’d him.\n\n" +- "To bear a poison, I would temper it,\nThat Romeo should upon receipt thereof,\n" +- "Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors\nTo hear him nam’d, and cannot come to him,\n" +- "To wreak the love I bore my cousin\nUpon his body that hath slaughter’d him.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nFind thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.\n" - "But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nAnd joy comes well in such a needy time.\nWhat are they, I beseech your ladyship?\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nWell, well, thou hast a careful father, child;\n" - "One who to put thee from thy heaviness,\nHath sorted out a sudden day of joy,\n" -- "That thou expects not, nor I look’d not for.\n\nJULIET.\nMadam, in happy time, what day is that?\n\n" +- "That thou expects not, nor I look’d not for.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nMadam, in happy time, what day is that?\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nMarry, my child, early next Thursday morn\nThe gallant, young, and noble gentleman,\n" - "The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,\nShall happily make thee there a joyful bride.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nNow by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,\nHe shall not make me there a joyful bride.\n" @@ -1211,8 +1300,9 @@ expression: chunks - "It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,\nRather than Paris. These are news indeed.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nHere comes your father, tell him so yourself,\nAnd see how he will take it at your hands.\n\n" - " Enter Capulet and Nurse.\n\n" -- "CAPULET.\nWhen the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;\nBut for the sunset of my brother’s son\n" -- "It rains downright.\nHow now? A conduit, girl? What, still in tears?\nEvermore showering? In one little body\n" +- "CAPULET.\nWhen the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;\n" +- "But for the sunset of my brother’s son\nIt rains downright.\n" +- "How now? A conduit, girl? What, still in tears?\nEvermore showering? In one little body\n" - "Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind.\nFor still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,\n" - "Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,\nSailing in this salt flood, the winds, thy sighs,\n" - "Who raging with thy tears and they with them,\nWithout a sudden calm will overset\nThy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife?\n" @@ -1231,13 +1321,15 @@ expression: chunks - "Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!\nYou tallow-face!\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nFie, fie! What, are you mad?\n\n" - "JULIET.\nGood father, I beseech you on my knees,\nHear me with patience but to speak a word.\n\n" -- "CAPULET.\nHang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch!\nI tell thee what,—get thee to church a Thursday,\n" -- "Or never after look me in the face.\nSpeak not, reply not, do not answer me.\n" -- "My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest\nThat God had lent us but this only child;\n" -- "But now I see this one is one too much,\nAnd that we have a curse in having her.\nOut on her, hilding.\n\n" +- "CAPULET.\nHang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch!\n" +- "I tell thee what,—get thee to church a Thursday,\nOr never after look me in the face.\n" +- "Speak not, reply not, do not answer me.\nMy fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest\n" +- "That God had lent us but this only child;\nBut now I see this one is one too much,\n" +- "And that we have a curse in having her.\nOut on her, hilding.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nGod in heaven bless her.\nYou are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.\n\n" -- "CAPULET.\nAnd why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue,\nGood prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nI speak no treason.\n\nCAPULET.\nO God ye good-en!\n\nNURSE.\nMay not one speak?\n\n" +- "CAPULET.\nAnd why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue,\n" +- "Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.\n\nNURSE.\nI speak no treason.\n\n" +- "CAPULET.\nO God ye good-en!\n\nNURSE.\nMay not one speak?\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nPeace, you mumbling fool!\nUtter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl,\n" - "For here we need it not.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nYou are too hot.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nGod’s bread, it makes me mad!\nDay, night, hour, ride, time, work, play,\n" @@ -1246,11 +1338,12 @@ expression: chunks - "Proportion’d as one’s thought would wish a man,\nAnd then to have a wretched puling fool,\n" - "A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,\nTo answer, ‘I’ll not wed, I cannot love,\n" - "I am too young, I pray you pardon me.’\nBut, and you will not wed, I’ll pardon you.\n" -- "Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.\nLook to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest.\n" -- "Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise.\nAnd you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;\n" -- "And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,\nFor by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,\n" -- "Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.\nTrust to’t, bethink you, I’ll not be forsworn.\n\n" -- " [_Exit._]\n\n" +- "Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.\n" +- "Look to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest.\nThursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise.\n" +- "And you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;\n" +- "And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,\n" +- "For by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,\nNor what is mine shall never do thee good.\n" +- "Trust to’t, bethink you, I’ll not be forsworn.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" - "JULIET.\nIs there no pity sitting in the clouds,\nThat sees into the bottom of my grief?\n" - "O sweet my mother, cast me not away,\nDelay this marriage for a month, a week,\n" - "Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed\nIn that dim monument where Tybalt lies.\n\n" @@ -1262,16 +1355,18 @@ expression: chunks - "What say’st thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?\nSome comfort, Nurse.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nFaith, here it is.\nRomeo is banished; and all the world to nothing\n" - "That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you.\nOr if he do, it needs must be by stealth.\n" -- "Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,\nI think it best you married with the County.\nO, he’s a lovely gentleman.\n" -- "Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,\nHath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye\n" -- "As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,\nI think you are happy in this second match,\n" -- "For it excels your first: or if it did not,\nYour first is dead, or ’twere as good he were,\n" -- "As living here and you no use of him.\n\nJULIET.\nSpeakest thou from thy heart?\n\n" +- "Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,\nI think it best you married with the County.\n" +- "O, he’s a lovely gentleman.\nRomeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,\n" +- "Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye\nAs Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,\n" +- "I think you are happy in this second match,\nFor it excels your first: or if it did not,\n" +- "Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were,\nAs living here and you no use of him.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nSpeakest thou from thy heart?\n\n" - "NURSE.\nAnd from my soul too,\nOr else beshrew them both.\n\nJULIET.\nAmen.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nWhat?\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nWell, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.\nGo in, and tell my lady I am gone,\n" -- "Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell,\nTo make confession and to be absolv’d.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nMarry, I will; and this is wisely done.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nWell, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.\n" +- "Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,\nHaving displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell,\n" +- "To make confession and to be absolv’d.\n\nNURSE.\nMarry, I will; and this is wisely done.\n\n" +- " [_Exit._]\n\n" - "JULIET.\nAncient damnation! O most wicked fiend!\nIs it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,\n" - "Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue\nWhich she hath prais’d him with above compare\n" - "So many thousand times? Go, counsellor.\nThou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.\n" @@ -1279,13 +1374,15 @@ expression: chunks - "ACT IV\n\nSCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nOn Thursday, sir? The time is very short.\n\n" - "PARIS.\nMy father Capulet will have it so;\nAnd I am nothing slow to slack his haste.\n\n" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nYou say you do not know the lady’s mind.\nUneven is the course; I like it not.\n\n" -- "PARIS.\nImmoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,\nAnd therefore have I little talk’d of love;\n" -- "For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.\nNow, sir, her father counts it dangerous\nThat she do give her sorrow so much sway;\n" -- "And in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,\nTo stop the inundation of her tears,\nWhich, too much minded by herself alone,\n" -- "May be put from her by society.\nNow do you know the reason of this haste.\n\n" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nYou say you do not know the lady’s mind.\n" +- "Uneven is the course; I like it not.\n\n" +- "PARIS.\nImmoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,\n" +- "And therefore have I little talk’d of love;\nFor Venus smiles not in a house of tears.\nNow, sir, her father counts it dangerous\n" +- "That she do give her sorrow so much sway;\nAnd in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,\nTo stop the inundation of her tears,\n" +- "Which, too much minded by herself alone,\nMay be put from her by society.\nNow do you know the reason of this haste.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n[_Aside._] I would I knew not why it should be slow’d.—\n" -- "Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\nPARIS.\nHappily met, my lady and my wife!\n\n" +- "Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\n" +- "PARIS.\nHappily met, my lady and my wife!\n\n" - "JULIET.\nThat may be, sir, when I may be a wife.\n\n" - "PARIS.\nThat may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.\n\nJULIET.\nWhat must be shall be.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThat’s a certain text.\n\nPARIS.\nCome you to make confession to this father?\n\n" @@ -1301,25 +1398,28 @@ expression: chunks - "PARIS.\nThy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nIt may be so, for it is not mine own.\nAre you at leisure, holy father, now,\n" - "Or shall I come to you at evening mass?\n\n" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nMy leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—\nMy lord, we must entreat the time alone.\n\n" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nMy leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—\n" +- "My lord, we must entreat the time alone.\n\n" - "PARIS.\nGod shield I should disturb devotion!—\nJuliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye,\n" - "Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" - "JULIET.\nO shut the door, and when thou hast done so,\n" - "Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help!\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nO Juliet, I already know thy grief;\nIt strains me past the compass of my wits.\n" - "I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,\nOn Thursday next be married to this County.\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nTell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st of this,\nUnless thou tell me how I may prevent it.\n" -- "If in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,\nDo thou but call my resolution wise,\nAnd with this knife I’ll help it presently.\n" -- "God join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands;\nAnd ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d,\n" -- "Shall be the label to another deed,\nOr my true heart with treacherous revolt\nTurn to another, this shall slay them both.\n" +- "JULIET.\nTell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st of this,\n" +- "Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.\nIf in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,\nDo thou but call my resolution wise,\n" +- "And with this knife I’ll help it presently.\nGod join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands;\n" +- "And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d,\nShall be the label to another deed,\n" +- "Or my true heart with treacherous revolt\nTurn to another, this shall slay them both.\n" - "Therefore, out of thy long-experienc’d time,\nGive me some present counsel, or behold\n" -- "’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife\nShall play the empire, arbitrating that\nWhich the commission of thy years and art\n" -- "Could to no issue of true honour bring.\nBe not so long to speak. I long to die,\n" +- "’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife\nShall play the empire, arbitrating that\n" +- "Which the commission of thy years and art\nCould to no issue of true honour bring.\nBe not so long to speak. I long to die,\n" - "If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope,\nWhich craves as desperate an execution\n" -- "As that is desperate which we would prevent.\nIf, rather than to marry County Paris\nThou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,\n" -- "Then is it likely thou wilt undertake\nA thing like death to chide away this shame,\n" -- "That cop’st with death himself to scape from it.\nAnd if thou dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy.\n\n" +- "As that is desperate which we would prevent.\nIf, rather than to marry County Paris\n" +- "Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,\nThen is it likely thou wilt undertake\n" +- "A thing like death to chide away this shame,\nThat cop’st with death himself to scape from it.\n" +- "And if thou dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nO, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,\nFrom off the battlements of yonder tower,\n" - "Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk\nWhere serpents are. Chain me with roaring bears;\n" - "Or hide me nightly in a charnel-house,\nO’er-cover’d quite with dead men’s rattling bones,\n" @@ -1329,26 +1429,29 @@ expression: chunks - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHold then. Go home, be merry, give consent\nTo marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow;\n" - "Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone,\nLet not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.\nTake thou this vial, being then in bed,\n" - "And this distilled liquor drink thou off,\nWhen presently through all thy veins shall run\nA cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse\n" -- "Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.\nNo warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest,\nThe roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade\n" -- "To paly ashes; thy eyes’ windows fall,\nLike death when he shuts up the day of life.\n" -- "Each part depriv’d of supple government,\nShall stiff and stark and cold appear like death.\n" -- "And in this borrow’d likeness of shrunk death\nThou shalt continue two and forty hours,\nAnd then awake as from a pleasant sleep.\n" -- "Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes\nTo rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.\nThen as the manner of our country is,\n" +- "Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.\nNo warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest,\n" +- "The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade\nTo paly ashes; thy eyes’ windows fall,\n" +- "Like death when he shuts up the day of life.\nEach part depriv’d of supple government,\n" +- "Shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death.\nAnd in this borrow’d likeness of shrunk death\n" +- "Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,\nAnd then awake as from a pleasant sleep.\nNow when the bridegroom in the morning comes\n" +- "To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.\nThen as the manner of our country is,\n" - "In thy best robes, uncover’d, on the bier,\nThou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault\n" -- "Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.\nIn the meantime, against thou shalt awake,\nShall Romeo by my letters know our drift,\n" -- "And hither shall he come, and he and I\nWill watch thy waking, and that very night\nShall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.\n" -- "And this shall free thee from this present shame,\nIf no inconstant toy nor womanish fear\nAbate thy valour in the acting it.\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nGive me, give me! O tell not me of fear!\n\n" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous\nIn this resolve. I’ll send a friar with speed\n" -- "To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nLove give me strength, and strength shall help afford.\nFarewell, dear father.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n" -- "SCENE II. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Servants.\n\n" +- "Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.\nIn the meantime, against thou shalt awake,\n" +- "Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,\nAnd hither shall he come, and he and I\nWill watch thy waking, and that very night\n" +- "Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.\nAnd this shall free thee from this present shame,\nIf no inconstant toy nor womanish fear\n" +- "Abate thy valour in the acting it.\n\nJULIET.\nGive me, give me! O tell not me of fear!\n\n" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous\n" +- "In this resolve. I’ll send a friar with speed\nTo Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nLove give me strength, and strength shall help afford.\nFarewell, dear father.\n\n" +- " [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n" +- " Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Servants.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nSo many guests invite as here are writ.\n\n [_Exit first Servant._]\n\n" - "Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.\n\n" - "SECOND SERVANT.\nYou shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their\nfingers.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nHow canst thou try them so?\n\n" - "SECOND SERVANT.\nMarry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers;\n" -- "therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.\n\nCAPULET.\nGo, begone.\n\n [_Exit second Servant._]\n\n" +- "therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.\n\nCAPULET.\nGo, begone.\n\n" +- " [_Exit second Servant._]\n\n" - "We shall be much unfurnish’d for this time.\nWhat, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?\n\n" - "NURSE.\nAy, forsooth.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nWell, he may chance to do some good on her.\n" @@ -1366,55 +1469,61 @@ expression: chunks - "Now afore God, this reverend holy Friar,\nAll our whole city is much bound to him.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nNurse, will you go with me into my closet,\nTo help me sort such needful ornaments\n" - "As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nNo, not till Thursday. There is time enough.\n\n" -- "CAPULET.\nGo, Nurse, go with her. We’ll to church tomorrow.\n\n [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._]\n\n" +- "CAPULET.\nGo, Nurse, go with her. We’ll to church tomorrow.\n\n" +- " [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._]\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nWe shall be short in our provision,\n’Tis now near night.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nTush, I will stir about,\nAnd all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife.\n" - "Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her.\nI’ll not to bed tonight, let me alone.\n" - "I’ll play the housewife for this once.—What, ho!—\nThey are all forth: well, I will walk myself\n" -- "To County Paris, to prepare him up\nAgainst tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light\nSince this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.\n\n" -- " [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE III. Juliet’s Chamber.\n\n Enter Juliet and Nurse.\n\n" +- "To County Paris, to prepare him up\nAgainst tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light\n" +- "Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n" +- "SCENE III. Juliet’s Chamber.\n\n Enter Juliet and Nurse.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nAy, those attires are best. But, gentle Nurse,\nI pray thee leave me to myself tonight;\n" - "For I have need of many orisons\nTo move the heavens to smile upon my state,\n" - "Which, well thou know’st, is cross and full of sin.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nWhat, are you busy, ho? Need you my help?\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nNo, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries\nAs are behoveful for our state tomorrow.\n" -- "So please you, let me now be left alone,\nAnd let the nurse this night sit up with you,\nFor I am sure you have your hands full all\n" -- "In this so sudden business.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nGood night.\nGet thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.\n\n" +- "JULIET.\nNo, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries\n" +- "As are behoveful for our state tomorrow.\nSo please you, let me now be left alone,\n" +- "And let the nurse this night sit up with you,\nFor I am sure you have your hands full all\nIn this so sudden business.\n\n" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nGood night.\nGet thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.\n\n" - " [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._]\n\n" - "JULIET.\nFarewell. God knows when we shall meet again.\nI have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins\n" - "That almost freezes up the heat of life.\nI’ll call them back again to comfort me.\nNurse!—What should she do here?\n" - "My dismal scene I needs must act alone.\nCome, vial.\nWhat if this mixture do not work at all?\n" -- "Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?\nNo, No! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.\n\n [_Laying down her dagger._]\n\n" +- "Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?\nNo, No! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.\n\n" +- " [_Laying down her dagger._]\n\n" - "What if it be a poison, which the Friar\nSubtly hath minister’d to have me dead,\n" - "Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d,\nBecause he married me before to Romeo?\n" - "I fear it is. And yet methinks it should not,\nFor he hath still been tried a holy man.\n" -- "How if, when I am laid into the tomb,\nI wake before the time that Romeo\nCome to redeem me? There’s a fearful point!\n" -- "Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,\nTo whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,\n" -- "And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?\nOr, if I live, is it not very like,\nThe horrible conceit of death and night,\n" -- "Together with the terror of the place,\nAs in a vault, an ancient receptacle,\nWhere for this many hundred years the bones\n" -- "Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d,\nWhere bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,\n" -- "Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,\nAt some hours in the night spirits resort—\n" -- "Alack, alack, is it not like that I,\nSo early waking, what with loathsome smells,\n" -- "And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,\nThat living mortals, hearing them, run mad.\n" -- "O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,\nEnvironed with all these hideous fears,\n" -- "And madly play with my forefathers’ joints?\nAnd pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?\n" -- "And, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone,\nAs with a club, dash out my desperate brains?\n" -- "O look, methinks I see my cousin’s ghost\nSeeking out Romeo that did spit his body\n" -- "Upon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!\nRomeo, Romeo, Romeo, here’s drink! I drink to thee.\n\n" -- " [_Throws herself on the bed._]\n\nSCENE IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n" -- " Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nHold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse.\n\n" +- "How if, when I am laid into the tomb,\nI wake before the time that Romeo\n" +- "Come to redeem me? There’s a fearful point!\nShall I not then be stifled in the vault,\n" +- "To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,\nAnd there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?\n" +- "Or, if I live, is it not very like,\nThe horrible conceit of death and night,\nTogether with the terror of the place,\n" +- "As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,\nWhere for this many hundred years the bones\nOf all my buried ancestors are pack’d,\n" +- "Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,\nLies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,\n" +- "At some hours in the night spirits resort—\nAlack, alack, is it not like that I,\n" +- "So early waking, what with loathsome smells,\nAnd shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,\n" +- "That living mortals, hearing them, run mad.\nO, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,\n" +- "Environed with all these hideous fears,\nAnd madly play with my forefathers’ joints?\n" +- "And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?\nAnd, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone,\n" +- "As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?\nO look, methinks I see my cousin’s ghost\n" +- "Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body\nUpon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!\n" +- "Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, here’s drink! I drink to thee.\n\n [_Throws herself on the bed._]\n\n" +- "SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\n\n" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nHold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nThey call for dates and quinces in the pastry.\n\n Enter Capulet.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nCome, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow’d,\n" -- "The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock.\nLook to the bak’d meats, good Angelica;\n" -- "Spare not for cost.\n\n" +- "The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock.\n" +- "Look to the bak’d meats, good Angelica;\nSpare not for cost.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nGo, you cot-quean, go,\nGet you to bed; faith, you’ll be sick tomorrow\n" - "For this night’s watching.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nNo, not a whit. What! I have watch’d ere now\n" - "All night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nAy, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;\n" - "But I will watch you from such watching now.\n\n [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._]\n\n" -- "CAPULET.\nA jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!\n\n Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets.\n\n" -- "Now, fellow, what’s there?\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nThings for the cook, sir; but I know not what.\n\n" +- "CAPULET.\nA jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!\n\n" +- " Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets.\n\nNow, fellow, what’s there?\n\n" +- "FIRST SERVANT.\nThings for the cook, sir; but I know not what.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nMake haste, make haste.\n\n [_Exit First Servant._]\n\n" - "—Sirrah, fetch drier logs.\nCall Peter, he will show thee where they are.\n\n" - "SECOND SERVANT.\nI have a head, sir, that will find out logs\nAnd never trouble Peter for the matter.\n\n" @@ -1428,23 +1537,25 @@ expression: chunks - "SCENE V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.\n\n Enter Nurse.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nMistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she.\n" - "Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed!\n" -- "Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!\nWhat, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.\n" -- "Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,\nThe County Paris hath set up his rest\n" -- "That you shall rest but little. God forgive me!\nMarry and amen. How sound is she asleep!\n" -- "I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam!\nAy, let the County take you in your bed,\n" -- "He’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be?\nWhat, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again?\n" -- "I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady!\nAlas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!\n" -- "O, well-a-day that ever I was born.\nSome aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady!\n\n" -- " Enter Lady Capulet.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nWhat noise is here?\n\nNURSE.\nO lamentable day!\n\n" +- "Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!\n" +- "What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.\nSleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,\n" +- "The County Paris hath set up his rest\nThat you shall rest but little. God forgive me!\n" +- "Marry and amen. How sound is she asleep!\nI needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam!\n" +- "Ay, let the County take you in your bed,\nHe’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be?\n" +- "What, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again?\nI must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady!\n" +- "Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!\nO, well-a-day that ever I was born.\n" +- "Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady!\n\n Enter Lady Capulet.\n\n" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nWhat noise is here?\n\nNURSE.\nO lamentable day!\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nWhat is the matter?\n\nNURSE.\nLook, look! O heavy day!\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nO me, O me! My child, my only life.\n" - "Revive, look up, or I will die with thee.\nHelp, help! Call help.\n\n Enter Capulet.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nFor shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nShe’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day!\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nAlack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead!\n\n" -- "CAPULET.\nHa! Let me see her. Out alas! She’s cold,\nHer blood is settled and her joints are stiff.\n" -- "Life and these lips have long been separated.\nDeath lies on her like an untimely frost\nUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.\n\n" -- "NURSE.\nO lamentable day!\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nO woful time!\n\n" +- "CAPULET.\nHa! Let me see her. Out alas! She’s cold,\n" +- "Her blood is settled and her joints are stiff.\nLife and these lips have long been separated.\nDeath lies on her like an untimely frost\n" +- "Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.\n\nNURSE.\nO lamentable day!\n\n" +- "LADY CAPULET.\nO woful time!\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nDeath, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail,\n" - "Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nCome, is the bride ready to go to church?\n\n" @@ -1479,9 +1590,9 @@ expression: chunks - "CAPULET.\nAll things that we ordained festival\nTurn from their office to black funeral:\nOur instruments to melancholy bells,\n" - "Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;\nOur solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;\nOur bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,\n" - "And all things change them to the contrary.\n\n" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSir, go you in, and, madam, go with him,\nAnd go, Sir Paris, everyone prepare\n" -- "To follow this fair corse unto her grave.\nThe heavens do lower upon you for some ill;\nMove them no more by crossing their high will.\n\n" -- " [_Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar._]\n\n" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSir, go you in, and, madam, go with him,\n" +- "And go, Sir Paris, everyone prepare\nTo follow this fair corse unto her grave.\nThe heavens do lower upon you for some ill;\n" +- "Move them no more by crossing their high will.\n\n [_Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar._]\n\n" - "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nFaith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nHonest good fellows, ah, put up, put up,\nFor well you know this is a pitiful case.\n\n" - "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nAy, by my troth, the case may be amended.\n\n [_Exit Nurse._]\n\n" @@ -1489,9 +1600,9 @@ expression: chunks - "PETER.\nMusicians, O, musicians, ‘Heart’s ease,’ ‘Heart’s ease’, O, and you\n" - "will have me live, play ‘Heart’s ease.’\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhy ‘Heart’s ease’?\n\n" - "PETER.\nO musicians, because my heart itself plays ‘My heart is full’. O play\nme some merry dump to comfort me.\n\n" -- "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nNot a dump we, ’tis no time to play now.\n\nPETER.\nYou will not then?\n\n" -- "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nNo.\n\nPETER.\nI will then give it you soundly.\n\n" -- "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhat will you give us?\n\n" +- "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nNot a dump we, ’tis no time to play now.\n\n" +- "PETER.\nYou will not then?\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nNo.\n\n" +- "PETER.\nI will then give it you soundly.\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhat will you give us?\n\n" - "PETER.\nNo money, on my faith, but the gleek! I will give you the minstrel.\n\n" - "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nThen will I give you the serving-creature.\n\n" - "PETER.\nThen will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will\n" @@ -1511,8 +1622,9 @@ expression: chunks - "‘music with her silver sound’ because musicians have no gold for\nsounding.\n ‘Then music with her silver sound\n" - " With speedy help doth lend redress.’\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" - "FIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhat a pestilent knave is this same!\n\n" -- "SECOND MUSICIAN.\nHang him, Jack. Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay\n" -- "dinner.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n\n\n" +- "SECOND MUSICIAN.\n" +- "Hang him, Jack. Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay\ndinner.\n\n" +- " [_Exeunt._]\n\n\n\n" - "ACT V\n\nSCENE I. Mantua. A Street.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nIf I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,\nMy dreams presage some joyful news at hand.\n" - "My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne;\nAnd all this day an unaccustom’d spirit\n" @@ -1521,7 +1633,8 @@ expression: chunks - "That I reviv’d, and was an emperor.\nAh me, how sweet is love itself possess’d,\n" - "When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy.\n\n Enter Balthasar.\n\n" - "News from Verona! How now, Balthasar?\nDost thou not bring me letters from the Friar?\n" -- "How doth my lady? Is my father well?\nHow fares my Juliet? That I ask again;\nFor nothing can be ill if she be well.\n\n" +- "How doth my lady? Is my father well?\nHow fares my Juliet? That I ask again;\n" +- "For nothing can be ill if she be well.\n\n" - "BALTHASAR.\nThen she is well, and nothing can be ill.\nHer body sleeps in Capel’s monument,\n" - "And her immortal part with angels lives.\nI saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault,\nAnd presently took post to tell it you.\n" - "O pardon me for bringing these ill news,\nSince you did leave it for my office, sir.\n\n" @@ -1537,22 +1650,25 @@ expression: chunks - "To enter in the thoughts of desperate men.\nI do remember an apothecary,—\n" - "And hereabouts he dwells,—which late I noted\nIn tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows,\n" - "Culling of simples, meagre were his looks,\nSharp misery had worn him to the bones;\n" -- "And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,\nAn alligator stuff’d, and other skins\nOf ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves\n" -- "A beggarly account of empty boxes,\nGreen earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,\n" -- "Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses\nWere thinly scatter’d, to make up a show.\n" -- "Noting this penury, to myself I said,\nAnd if a man did need a poison now,\nWhose sale is present death in Mantua,\n" +- "And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,\nAn alligator stuff’d, and other skins\n" +- "Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves\nA beggarly account of empty boxes,\n" +- "Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,\nRemnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses\n" +- "Were thinly scatter’d, to make up a show.\nNoting this penury, to myself I said,\n" +- "And if a man did need a poison now,\nWhose sale is present death in Mantua,\n" - "Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.\nO, this same thought did but forerun my need,\n" -- "And this same needy man must sell it me.\nAs I remember, this should be the house.\nBeing holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.\n" -- "What, ho! Apothecary!\n\n Enter Apothecary.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nWho calls so loud?\n\n" +- "And this same needy man must sell it me.\nAs I remember, this should be the house.\n" +- "Being holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.\nWhat, ho! Apothecary!\n\n Enter Apothecary.\n\n" +- "APOTHECARY.\nWho calls so loud?\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nCome hither, man. I see that thou art poor.\nHold, there is forty ducats. Let me have\n" - "A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear\nAs will disperse itself through all the veins,\n" - "That the life-weary taker may fall dead,\nAnd that the trunk may be discharg’d of breath\n" - "As violently as hasty powder fir’d\nDoth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb.\n\n" - "APOTHECARY.\nSuch mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law\nIs death to any he that utters them.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nArt thou so bare and full of wretchedness,\nAnd fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,\n" -- "Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,\nContempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.\n" -- "The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law;\nThe world affords no law to make thee rich;\n" -- "Then be not poor, but break it and take this.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nMy poverty, but not my will consents.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nArt thou so bare and full of wretchedness,\n" +- "And fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,\nNeed and oppression starveth in thine eyes,\n" +- "Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.\nThe world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law;\n" +- "The world affords no law to make thee rich;\nThen be not poor, but break it and take this.\n\n" +- "APOTHECARY.\nMy poverty, but not my will consents.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nI pay thy poverty, and not thy will.\n\n" - "APOTHECARY.\nPut this in any liquid thing you will\nAnd drink it off; and, if you had the strength\n" - "Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.\n\n" @@ -1600,14 +1716,14 @@ expression: chunks - "The time and my intents are savage-wild;\nMore fierce and more inexorable far\nThan empty tigers or the roaring sea.\n\n" - "BALTHASAR.\nI will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nSo shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that.\nLive, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.\n\n" -- "BALTHASAR.\nFor all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout.\nHis looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.\n\n" -- " [_Retires_]\n\n" +- "BALTHASAR.\nFor all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout.\n" +- "His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.\n\n [_Retires_]\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nThou detestable maw, thou womb of death,\n" - "Gorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth,\nThus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,\n\n" - " [_Breaking open the door of the monument._]\n\nAnd in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food.\n\n" - "PARIS.\nThis is that banish’d haughty Montague\nThat murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief,\n" -- "It is supposed, the fair creature died,—\nAnd here is come to do some villanous shame\nTo the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.\n\n" -- " [_Advances._]\n\n" +- "It is supposed, the fair creature died,—\nAnd here is come to do some villanous shame\n" +- "To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.\n\n [_Advances._]\n\n" - "Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague.\nCan vengeance be pursu’d further than death?\n" - "Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee.\nObey, and go with me, for thou must die.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nI must indeed; and therefore came I hither.\nGood gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man.\n" @@ -1618,8 +1734,8 @@ expression: chunks - "PARIS.\nI do defy thy conjuration,\nAnd apprehend thee for a felon here.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nWilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!\n\n [_They fight._]\n\n" - "PAGE.\nO lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" -- "PARIS.\nO, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou be merciful,\nOpen the tomb, lay me with Juliet.\n\n" -- " [_Dies._]\n\n" +- "PARIS.\nO, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou be merciful,\n" +- "Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.\n\n [_Dies._]\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nIn faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.\nMercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris!\n" - "What said my man, when my betossed soul\nDid not attend him as we rode? I think\nHe told me Paris should have married Juliet.\n" - "Said he not so? Or did I dream it so?\nOr am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,\n" @@ -1627,14 +1743,15 @@ expression: chunks - "I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.\nA grave? O no, a lantern, slaught’red youth,\n" - "For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes\nThis vault a feasting presence full of light.\n" - "Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d.\n\n [_Laying Paris in the monument._]\n\n" -- "How oft when men are at the point of death\nHave they been merry! Which their keepers call\nA lightning before death. O, how may I\n" -- "Call this a lightning? O my love, my wife,\nDeath that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath,\n" -- "Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.\nThou art not conquer’d. Beauty’s ensign yet\n" -- "Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,\nAnd death’s pale flag is not advanced there.\n" -- "Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?\nO, what more favour can I do to thee\n" -- "Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain\nTo sunder his that was thine enemy?\n" -- "Forgive me, cousin. Ah, dear Juliet,\nWhy art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe\n" -- "That unsubstantial death is amorous;\nAnd that the lean abhorred monster keeps\nThee here in dark to be his paramour?\n" +- "How oft when men are at the point of death\nHave they been merry! Which their keepers call\n" +- "A lightning before death. O, how may I\nCall this a lightning? O my love, my wife,\n" +- "Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath,\nHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.\n" +- "Thou art not conquer’d. Beauty’s ensign yet\nIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,\n" +- "And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.\nTybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?\n" +- "O, what more favour can I do to thee\nThan with that hand that cut thy youth in twain\n" +- "To sunder his that was thine enemy?\nForgive me, cousin. Ah, dear Juliet,\n" +- "Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe\nThat unsubstantial death is amorous;\n" +- "And that the lean abhorred monster keeps\nThee here in dark to be his paramour?\n" - "For fear of that I still will stay with thee,\nAnd never from this palace of dim night\nDepart again. Here, here will I remain\n" - "With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here\nWill I set up my everlasting rest;\n" - "And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars\nFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last.\n" @@ -1644,17 +1761,18 @@ expression: chunks - "Here’s to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary!\n" - "Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.\n\n [_Dies._]\n\n" - " Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar Lawrence, with a\n lantern, crow, and spade.\n\n" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSaint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight\nHave my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there?\n" -- "Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?\n\n" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSaint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight\n" +- "Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there?\nWho is it that consorts, so late, the dead?\n\n" - "BALTHASAR.\nHere’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well.\n\n" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nBliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend,\nWhat torch is yond that vainly lends his light\n" -- "To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern,\nIt burneth in the Capels’ monument.\n\n" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nBliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend,\n" +- "What torch is yond that vainly lends his light\nTo grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern,\n" +- "It burneth in the Capels’ monument.\n\n" - "BALTHASAR.\nIt doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master,\nOne that you love.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nWho is it?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nRomeo.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHow long hath he been there?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nFull half an hour.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nGo with me to the vault.\n\n" -- "BALTHASAR.\nI dare not, sir;\nMy master knows not but I am gone hence,\nAnd fearfully did menace me with death\n" -- "If I did stay to look on his intents.\n\n" +- "BALTHASAR.\nI dare not, sir;\nMy master knows not but I am gone hence,\n" +- "And fearfully did menace me with death\nIf I did stay to look on his intents.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nStay then, I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me.\n" - "O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.\n\n" - "BALTHASAR.\nAs I did sleep under this yew tree here,\nI dreamt my master and another fought,\n" @@ -1669,7 +1787,8 @@ expression: chunks - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nI hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest\nOf death, contagion, and unnatural sleep.\n" - "A greater power than we can contradict\nHath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.\n" - "Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;\nAnd Paris too. Come, I’ll dispose of thee\n" -- "Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.\nStay not to question, for the watch is coming.\nCome, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay.\n\n" +- "Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.\nStay not to question, for the watch is coming.\n" +- "Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay.\n\n" - "JULIET.\nGo, get thee hence, for I will not away.\n\n [_Exit Friar Lawrence._]\n\n" - "What’s here? A cup clos’d in my true love’s hand?\n" - "Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.\nO churl. Drink all, and left no friendly drop\n" @@ -1677,14 +1796,15 @@ expression: chunks - "To make me die with a restorative.\n\n [_Kisses him._]\n\nThy lips are warm!\n\n" - "FIRST WATCH.\n[_Within._] Lead, boy. Which way?\n\n" - "JULIET.\nYea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger.\n\n" -- " [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._]\n\nThis is thy sheath. [_stabs herself_] There rest, and let me die.\n\n" +- " [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._]\n\n" +- "This is thy sheath. [_stabs herself_] There rest, and let me die.\n\n" - " [_Falls on Romeo’s body and dies._]\n\n Enter Watch with the Page of Paris.\n\n" - "PAGE.\nThis is the place. There, where the torch doth burn.\n\n" -- "FIRST WATCH.\nThe ground is bloody. Search about the churchyard.\nGo, some of you, whoe’er you find attach.\n\n" -- " [_Exeunt some of the Watch._]\n\n" -- "Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain,\nAnd Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,\nWho here hath lain this two days buried.\n" -- "Go tell the Prince; run to the Capulets.\nRaise up the Montagues, some others search.\n\n" -- " [_Exeunt others of the Watch._]\n\n" +- "FIRST WATCH.\nThe ground is bloody. Search about the churchyard.\n" +- "Go, some of you, whoe’er you find attach.\n\n [_Exeunt some of the Watch._]\n\n" +- "Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain,\nAnd Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,\n" +- "Who here hath lain this two days buried.\nGo tell the Prince; run to the Capulets.\n" +- "Raise up the Montagues, some others search.\n\n [_Exeunt others of the Watch._]\n\n" - "We see the ground whereon these woes do lie,\nBut the true ground of all these piteous woes\n" - "We cannot without circumstance descry.\n\n Re-enter some of the Watch with Balthasar.\n\n" - "SECOND WATCH.\nHere’s Romeo’s man. We found him in the churchyard.\n\n" @@ -1722,15 +1842,17 @@ expression: chunks - "Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from this city;\nFor whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin’d.\n" - "You, to remove that siege of grief from her,\nBetroth’d, and would have married her perforce\n" - "To County Paris. Then comes she to me,\nAnd with wild looks, bid me devise some means\nTo rid her from this second marriage,\n" -- "Or in my cell there would she kill herself.\nThen gave I her, so tutored by my art,\nA sleeping potion, which so took effect\n" -- "As I intended, for it wrought on her\nThe form of death. Meantime I writ to Romeo\nThat he should hither come as this dire night\n" -- "To help to take her from her borrow’d grave,\nBeing the time the potion’s force should cease.\n" -- "But he which bore my letter, Friar John,\nWas stay’d by accident; and yesternight\nReturn’d my letter back. Then all alone\n" -- "At the prefixed hour of her waking\nCame I to take her from her kindred’s vault,\nMeaning to keep her closely at my cell\n" -- "Till I conveniently could send to Romeo.\nBut when I came, some minute ere the time\nOf her awaking, here untimely lay\n" -- "The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.\nShe wakes; and I entreated her come forth\nAnd bear this work of heaven with patience.\n" -- "But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;\nAnd she, too desperate, would not go with me,\n" -- "But, as it seems, did violence on herself.\nAll this I know; and to the marriage\nHer Nurse is privy. And if ought in this\n" +- "Or in my cell there would she kill herself.\nThen gave I her, so tutored by my art,\n" +- "A sleeping potion, which so took effect\nAs I intended, for it wrought on her\nThe form of death. Meantime I writ to Romeo\n" +- "That he should hither come as this dire night\nTo help to take her from her borrow’d grave,\n" +- "Being the time the potion’s force should cease.\nBut he which bore my letter, Friar John,\n" +- "Was stay’d by accident; and yesternight\nReturn’d my letter back. Then all alone\nAt the prefixed hour of her waking\n" +- "Came I to take her from her kindred’s vault,\nMeaning to keep her closely at my cell\n" +- "Till I conveniently could send to Romeo.\nBut when I came, some minute ere the time\n" +- "Of her awaking, here untimely lay\nThe noble Paris and true Romeo dead.\nShe wakes; and I entreated her come forth\n" +- "And bear this work of heaven with patience.\nBut then a noise did scare me from the tomb;\n" +- "And she, too desperate, would not go with me,\nBut, as it seems, did violence on herself.\n" +- "All this I know; and to the marriage\nHer Nurse is privy. And if ought in this\n" - "Miscarried by my fault, let my old life\nBe sacrific’d, some hour before his time,\n" - "Unto the rigour of severest law.\n\n" - "PRINCE.\nWe still have known thee for a holy man.\nWhere’s Romeo’s man? What can he say to this?\n\n" @@ -1740,51 +1862,58 @@ expression: chunks - "PRINCE.\nGive me the letter, I will look on it.\nWhere is the County’s Page that rais’d the watch?\n" - "Sirrah, what made your master in this place?\n\n" - "PAGE.\nHe came with flowers to strew his lady’s grave,\nAnd bid me stand aloof, and so I did.\n" -- "Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb,\nAnd by and by my master drew on him,\nAnd then I ran away to call the watch.\n\n" +- "Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb,\nAnd by and by my master drew on him,\n" +- "And then I ran away to call the watch.\n\n" - "PRINCE.\nThis letter doth make good the Friar’s words,\nTheir course of love, the tidings of her death.\n" - "And here he writes that he did buy a poison\nOf a poor ’pothecary, and therewithal\n" - "Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.\nWhere be these enemies? Capulet, Montague,\n" - "See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,\nThat heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!\n" - "And I, for winking at your discords too,\nHave lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punish’d.\n\n" -- "CAPULET.\nO brother Montague, give me thy hand.\nThis is my daughter’s jointure, for no more\nCan I demand.\n\n" +- "CAPULET.\nO brother Montague, give me thy hand.\nThis is my daughter’s jointure, for no more\n" +- "Can I demand.\n\n" - "MONTAGUE.\nBut I can give thee more,\nFor I will raise her statue in pure gold,\n" - "That whiles Verona by that name is known,\nThere shall no figure at such rate be set\nAs that of true and faithful Juliet.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nAs rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie,\nPoor sacrifices of our enmity.\n\n" - "PRINCE.\nA glooming peace this morning with it brings;\nThe sun for sorrow will not show his head.\n" -- "Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.\nSome shall be pardon’d, and some punished,\nFor never was a story of more woe\n" -- "Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n\n\n\n" -- "*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET **" -- "*\n\nUpdated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will\nbe renamed.\n\n" +- "Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.\nSome shall be pardon’d, and some punished,\n" +- "For never was a story of more woe\nThan this of Juliet and her Romeo.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n\n\n\n" +- "*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET " +- "***\n\nUpdated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will\nbe renamed.\n\n" - "Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright\nlaw means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works,\n" - "so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the\nUnited States without permission and without paying copyright\n" - "royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms\nof the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at\nwww.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you\nwill have to check the laws of the country where you are located before\nusing this eBook.\n\nTitle: Romeo and Juliet\n\nAuthor: William Shakespeare\n\nRelease Date: November, 1998 [eBook #1513]\n[Most recently updated: May 11, 2022]\n\nLanguage: English\n\n\nProduced by: the PG Shakespeare Team, a team of about twenty Project Gutenberg volunteers.\n\n*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET ***\n\n\n\n\nTHE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET\n\n\n\nby William Shakespeare\n\n\nContents\n\nTHE PROLOGUE.\n\nACT I\nScene I. A public place.\nScene II. A Street.\nScene III. Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene IV. A Street.\nScene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n\nACT II\nCHORUS.\nScene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.\nScene II. Capulet’s Garden.\nScene III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene IV. A Street.\nScene V. Capulet’s Garden.\nScene VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n\nACT III\nScene I. A public Place.\nScene II. A Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.\nScene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.\nScene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.\n\n\nACT IV\nScene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene II. Hall in Capulet’s House.\nScene III. Juliet’s Chamber.\nScene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.\nScene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.\n\n\nACT V\nScene I. Mantua. A Street.\nScene II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\nScene III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets.\n\n\n\n\n" - " Dramatis Personæ\n\nESCALUS, Prince of Verona.\nMERCUTIO, kinsman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo.\nPARIS, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince.\nPage to Paris.\n\nMONTAGUE, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Capulets.\nLADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague.\nROMEO, son to Montague.\nBENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo.\nABRAM, servant to Montague.\nBALTHASAR, servant to Romeo.\n\nCAPULET, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Montagues.\nLADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.\nJULIET, daughter to Capulet.\nTYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.\nCAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man.\nNURSE to Juliet.\nPETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse.\nSAMPSON, servant to Capulet.\nGREGORY, servant to Capulet.\nServants.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan.\nFRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.\nAn Apothecary.\nCHORUS.\nThree Musicians.\nAn Officer.\nCitizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses;\nMaskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants.\n\nSCENE. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in the\nFifth Act, at Mantua.\n\n\n" @@ -14,16 +15,16 @@ expression: chunks - "ROMEO.\nShe hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;\nFor beauty starv’d with her severity,\nCuts beauty off from all posterity.\nShe is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,\nTo merit bliss by making me despair.\nShe hath forsworn to love, and in that vow\nDo I live dead, that live to tell it now.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nBe rul’d by me, forget to think of her.\n\nROMEO.\nO teach me how I should forget to think.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nBy giving liberty unto thine eyes;\nExamine other beauties.\n\nROMEO.\n’Tis the way\nTo call hers, exquisite, in question more.\nThese happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows,\nBeing black, puts us in mind they hide the fair;\nHe that is strucken blind cannot forget\nThe precious treasure of his eyesight lost.\nShow me a mistress that is passing fair,\nWhat doth her beauty serve but as a note\nWhere I may read who pass’d that passing fair?\nFarewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nI’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. A Street.\n\n Enter Capulet, Paris and Servant.\n\nCAPULET.\nBut Montague is bound as well as I,\nIn penalty alike; and ’tis not hard, I think,\nFor men so old as we to keep the peace.\n\nPARIS.\nOf honourable reckoning are you both,\nAnd pity ’tis you liv’d at odds so long.\nBut now my lord, what say you to my suit?\n\nCAPULET.\nBut saying o’er what I have said before.\nMy child is yet a stranger in the world,\nShe hath not seen the change of fourteen years;\nLet two more summers wither in their pride\nEre we may think her ripe to be a bride.\n\nPARIS.\nYounger than she are happy mothers made.\n\n" - "CAPULET.\nAnd too soon marr’d are those so early made.\nThe earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,\nShe is the hopeful lady of my earth:\nBut woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,\nMy will to her consent is but a part;\nAnd she agree, within her scope of choice\nLies my consent and fair according voice.\nThis night I hold an old accustom’d feast,\nWhereto I have invited many a guest,\nSuch as I love, and you among the store,\nOne more, most welcome, makes my number more.\nAt my poor house look to behold this night\nEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:\nSuch comfort as do lusty young men feel\nWhen well apparell’d April on the heel\nOf limping winter treads, even such delight\nAmong fresh female buds shall you this night\nInherit at my house. Hear all, all see,\nAnd like her most whose merit most shall be:\nWhich, on more view of many, mine, being one,\nMay stand in number, though in reckoning none.\nCome, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about\nThrough fair Verona; find those persons out\nWhose names are written there, [_gives a paper_] and to them say,\nMy house and welcome on their pleasure stay.\n\n [_Exeunt Capulet and Paris._]\n\nSERVANT.\nFind them out whose names are written here! It is written that the\nshoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the\nfisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to\nfind those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what\nnames the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good\ntime!\n\n Enter Benvolio and Romeo.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nTut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning,\nOne pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish;\nTurn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;\nOne desperate grief cures with another’s languish:\nTake thou some new infection to thy eye,\nAnd the rank poison of the old will die.\n\nROMEO.\nYour plantain leaf is excellent for that.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nFor what, I pray thee?\n\nROMEO.\nFor your broken shin.\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nWhy, Romeo, art thou mad?\n\nROMEO.\nNot mad, but bound more than a madman is:\nShut up in prison, kept without my food,\nWhipp’d and tormented and—God-den, good fellow.\n\nSERVANT.\nGod gi’ go-den. I pray, sir, can you read?\n\nROMEO.\nAy, mine own fortune in my misery.\n\nSERVANT.\nPerhaps you have learned it without book.\nBut I pray, can you read anything you see?\n\nROMEO.\nAy, If I know the letters and the language.\n\nSERVANT.\nYe say honestly, rest you merry!\n\nROMEO.\nStay, fellow; I can read.\n\n [_He reads the letter._]\n\n_Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;\nCounty Anselmo and his beauteous sisters;\nThe lady widow of Utruvio;\nSignior Placentio and his lovely nieces;\nMercutio and his brother Valentine;\nMine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters;\nMy fair niece Rosaline and Livia;\nSignior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;\nLucio and the lively Helena. _\n\n\n" -- "A fair assembly. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come?\n\nSERVANT.\nUp.\n\nROMEO.\nWhither to supper?\n\nSERVANT.\nTo our house.\n\nROMEO.\nWhose house?\n\nSERVANT.\nMy master’s.\n\nROMEO.\nIndeed I should have ask’d you that before.\n\nSERVANT.\nNow I’ll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet,\nand if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a\ncup of wine. Rest you merry.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAt this same ancient feast of Capulet’s\nSups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st;\nWith all the admired beauties of Verona.\nGo thither and with unattainted eye,\nCompare her face with some that I shall show,\nAnd I will make thee think thy swan a crow.\n\nROMEO.\nWhen the devout religion of mine eye\nMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire;\nAnd these who, often drown’d, could never die,\nTransparent heretics, be burnt for liars.\nOne fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun\nNe’er saw her match since first the world begun.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nTut, you saw her fair, none else being by,\nHerself pois’d with herself in either eye:\nBut in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d\nYour lady’s love against some other maid\nThat I will show you shining at this feast,\nAnd she shall scant show well that now shows best.\n\nROMEO.\nI’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,\nBut to rejoice in splendour of my own.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nNurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.\n\nNURSE.\nNow, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,\nI bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird!\nGod forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\nJULIET.\nHow now, who calls?\n\nNURSE.\nYour mother.\n\n" -- "JULIET.\nMadam, I am here. What is your will?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nThis is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,\nWe must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,\nI have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.\nThou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.\n\nNURSE.\nFaith, I can tell her age unto an hour.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nShe’s not fourteen.\n\nNURSE.\nI’ll lay fourteen of my teeth,\nAnd yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,\nShe is not fourteen. How long is it now\nTo Lammas-tide?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nA fortnight and odd days.\n\n" +- "A fair assembly. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come?\n\nSERVANT.\nUp.\n\nROMEO.\nWhither to supper?\n\nSERVANT.\nTo our house.\n\nROMEO.\nWhose house?\n\nSERVANT.\nMy master’s.\n\nROMEO.\nIndeed I should have ask’d you that before.\n\nSERVANT.\nNow I’ll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet,\nand if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a\ncup of wine. Rest you merry.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAt this same ancient feast of Capulet’s\nSups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st;\nWith all the admired beauties of Verona.\nGo thither and with unattainted eye,\nCompare her face with some that I shall show,\nAnd I will make thee think thy swan a crow.\n\nROMEO.\nWhen the devout religion of mine eye\nMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire;\nAnd these who, often drown’d, could never die,\nTransparent heretics, be burnt for liars.\nOne fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun\nNe’er saw her match since first the world begun.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nTut, you saw her fair, none else being by,\nHerself pois’d with herself in either eye:\nBut in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d\nYour lady’s love against some other maid\nThat I will show you shining at this feast,\nAnd she shall scant show well that now shows best.\n\nROMEO.\nI’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,\nBut to rejoice in splendour of my own.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House.\n\n Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nNurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.\n\nNURSE.\nNow, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,\nI bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird!\nGod forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\nJULIET.\nHow now, who calls?\n\n" +- "NURSE.\nYour mother.\n\nJULIET.\nMadam, I am here. What is your will?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nThis is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,\nWe must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,\nI have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.\nThou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.\n\nNURSE.\nFaith, I can tell her age unto an hour.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nShe’s not fourteen.\n\nNURSE.\nI’ll lay fourteen of my teeth,\nAnd yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,\nShe is not fourteen. How long is it now\nTo Lammas-tide?\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nA fortnight and odd days.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nEven or odd, of all days in the year,\nCome Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.\nSusan and she,—God rest all Christian souls!—\nWere of an age. Well, Susan is with God;\nShe was too good for me. But as I said,\nOn Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen;\nThat shall she, marry; I remember it well.\n’Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;\nAnd she was wean’d,—I never shall forget it—,\nOf all the days of the year, upon that day:\nFor I had then laid wormwood to my dug,\nSitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall;\nMy lord and you were then at Mantua:\nNay, I do bear a brain. But as I said,\nWhen it did taste the wormwood on the nipple\nOf my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,\nTo see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug!\nShake, quoth the dovehouse: ’twas no need, I trow,\nTo bid me trudge.\nAnd since that time it is eleven years;\nFor then she could stand alone; nay, by th’rood\nShe could have run and waddled all about;\nFor even the day before she broke her brow,\nAnd then my husband,—God be with his soul!\nA was a merry man,—took up the child:\n‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?\nThou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;\nWilt thou not, Jule?’ and, by my holidame,\nThe pretty wretch left crying, and said ‘Ay’.\nTo see now how a jest shall come about.\nI warrant, and I should live a thousand years,\nI never should forget it. ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he;\nAnd, pretty fool, it stinted, and said ‘Ay.’\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nEnough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nYes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh,\nTo think it should leave crying, and say ‘Ay’;\nAnd yet I warrant it had upon it brow\nA bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone;\nA perilous knock, and it cried bitterly.\n‘Yea,’ quoth my husband, ‘fall’st upon thy face?\nThou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;\nWilt thou not, Jule?’ it stinted, and said ‘Ay’.\n\nJULIET.\nAnd stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.\n\nNURSE.\nPeace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace\nThou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nurs’d:\nAnd I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nMarry, that marry is the very theme\nI came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,\nHow stands your disposition to be married?\n\nJULIET.\nIt is an honour that I dream not of.\n\nNURSE.\nAn honour! Were not I thine only nurse,\nI would say thou hadst suck’d wisdom from thy teat.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nWell, think of marriage now: younger than you,\nHere in Verona, ladies of esteem,\nAre made already mothers. By my count\nI was your mother much upon these years\nThat you are now a maid. Thus, then, in brief;\nThe valiant Paris seeks you for his love.\n\nNURSE.\nA man, young lady! Lady, such a man\nAs all the world—why he’s a man of wax.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nVerona’s summer hath not such a flower.\n\nNURSE.\nNay, he’s a flower, in faith a very flower.\n\n" - "LADY CAPULET.\nWhat say you, can you love the gentleman?\nThis night you shall behold him at our feast;\nRead o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,\nAnd find delight writ there with beauty’s pen.\nExamine every married lineament,\nAnd see how one another lends content;\nAnd what obscur’d in this fair volume lies,\nFind written in the margent of his eyes.\nThis precious book of love, this unbound lover,\nTo beautify him, only lacks a cover:\nThe fish lives in the sea; and ’tis much pride\nFor fair without the fair within to hide.\nThat book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,\nThat in gold clasps locks in the golden story;\nSo shall you share all that he doth possess,\nBy having him, making yourself no less.\n\nNURSE.\nNo less, nay bigger. Women grow by men.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nSpeak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?\n\nJULIET.\nI’ll look to like, if looking liking move:\nBut no more deep will I endart mine eye\nThan your consent gives strength to make it fly.\n\n Enter a Servant.\n\nSERVANT.\nMadam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady\nasked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity.\nI must hence to wait, I beseech you follow straight.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nWe follow thee.\n\n [_Exit Servant._]\n\nJuliet, the County stays.\n\nNURSE.\nGo, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE IV. A Street.\n\n Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers;\n Torch-bearers and others.\n\nROMEO.\nWhat, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?\nOr shall we on without apology?\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nThe date is out of such prolixity:\nWe’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf,\nBearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,\nScaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;\nNor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke\nAfter the prompter, for our entrance:\nBut let them measure us by what they will,\nWe’ll measure them a measure, and be gone.\n\nROMEO.\nGive me a torch, I am not for this ambling;\nBeing but heavy I will bear the light.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nNay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.\n\nROMEO.\nNot I, believe me, you have dancing shoes,\nWith nimble soles, I have a soul of lead\nSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nYou are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings,\nAnd soar with them above a common bound.\n\nROMEO.\nI am too sore enpierced with his shaft\nTo soar with his light feathers, and so bound,\nI cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.\nUnder love’s heavy burden do I sink.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAnd, to sink in it, should you burden love;\nToo great oppression for a tender thing.\n\nROMEO.\nIs love a tender thing? It is too rough,\nToo rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nIf love be rough with you, be rough with love;\nPrick love for pricking, and you beat love down.\nGive me a case to put my visage in: [_Putting on a mask._]\nA visor for a visor. What care I\nWhat curious eye doth quote deformities?\nHere are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nCome, knock and enter; and no sooner in\nBut every man betake him to his legs.\n\nROMEO.\nA torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,\nTickle the senseless rushes with their heels;\nFor I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase,\nI’ll be a candle-holder and look on,\nThe game was ne’er so fair, and I am done.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nTut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s own word:\nIf thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire\nOr save your reverence love, wherein thou stickest\nUp to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho.\n\nROMEO.\nNay, that’s not so.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nI mean sir, in delay\nWe waste our lights in vain, light lights by day.\nTake our good meaning, for our judgment sits\nFive times in that ere once in our five wits.\n\nROMEO.\nAnd we mean well in going to this mask;\nBut ’tis no wit to go.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nWhy, may one ask?\n\nROMEO.\nI dreamt a dream tonight.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAnd so did I.\n\nROMEO.\nWell what was yours?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThat dreamers often lie.\n\nROMEO.\nIn bed asleep, while they do dream things true.\n\n" -- "MERCUTIO.\nO, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.\nShe is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes\nIn shape no bigger than an agate-stone\nOn the fore-finger of an alderman,\nDrawn with a team of little atomies\nOver men’s noses as they lie asleep:\nHer waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;\nThe cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;\nHer traces, of the smallest spider’s web;\nThe collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams;\nHer whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film;\nHer waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,\nNot half so big as a round little worm\nPrick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:\nHer chariot is an empty hazelnut,\nMade by the joiner squirrel or old grub,\nTime out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.\nAnd in this state she gallops night by night\nThrough lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;\nO’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;\nO’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;\nO’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,\nWhich oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,\nBecause their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:\nSometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,\nAnd then dreams he of smelling out a suit;\nAnd sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail,\nTickling a parson’s nose as a lies asleep,\nThen dreams he of another benefice:\nSometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,\nAnd then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,\nOf breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades,\nOf healths five fathom deep; and then anon\nDrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;\nAnd, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,\nAnd sleeps again. This is that very Mab\nThat plats the manes of horses in the night;\nAnd bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,\nWhich, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:\nThis is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,\nThat presses them, and learns them first to bear,\n" -- "Making them women of good carriage:\nThis is she,—\n\nROMEO.\nPeace, peace, Mercutio, peace,\nThou talk’st of nothing.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nTrue, I talk of dreams,\nWhich are the children of an idle brain,\nBegot of nothing but vain fantasy,\nWhich is as thin of substance as the air,\nAnd more inconstant than the wind, who wooes\nEven now the frozen bosom of the north,\nAnd, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,\nTurning his side to the dew-dropping south.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nThis wind you talk of blows us from ourselves:\nSupper is done, and we shall come too late.\n\nROMEO.\nI fear too early: for my mind misgives\nSome consequence yet hanging in the stars,\nShall bitterly begin his fearful date\nWith this night’s revels; and expire the term\nOf a despised life, clos’d in my breast\nBy some vile forfeit of untimely death.\nBut he that hath the steerage of my course\nDirect my suit. On, lusty gentlemen!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nStrike, drum.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nWhere’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away?\nHe shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher!\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nWhen good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they\nunwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nAway with the join-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the\nplate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and as thou loves me,\nlet the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony and Potpan!\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nAy, boy, ready.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nYou are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the\ngreat chamber.\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nWe cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and\nthe longer liver take all.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n" -- " Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers.\n\nCAPULET.\nWelcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes\nUnplagu’d with corns will have a bout with you.\nAh my mistresses, which of you all\nWill now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,\nShe I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?\nWelcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day\nThat I have worn a visor, and could tell\nA whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,\nSuch as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone,\nYou are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.\nA hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls.\n\n [_Music plays, and they dance._]\n\nMore light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,\nAnd quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.\nAh sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.\nNay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet,\nFor you and I are past our dancing days;\nHow long is’t now since last yourself and I\nWere in a mask?\n\nCAPULET’S COUSIN.\nBy’r Lady, thirty years.\n\nCAPULET.\nWhat, man, ’tis not so much, ’tis not so much:\n’Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,\nCome Pentecost as quickly as it will,\nSome five and twenty years; and then we mask’d.\n\nCAPULET’S COUSIN.\n’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir;\nHis son is thirty.\n\nCAPULET.\nWill you tell me that?\nHis son was but a ward two years ago.\n\nROMEO.\nWhat lady is that, which doth enrich the hand\nOf yonder knight?\n\nSERVANT.\nI know not, sir.\n\n" +- "MERCUTIO.\nO, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.\nShe is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes\nIn shape no bigger than an agate-stone\nOn the fore-finger of an alderman,\nDrawn with a team of little atomies\nOver men’s noses as they lie asleep:\nHer waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;\nThe cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;\nHer traces, of the smallest spider’s web;\nThe collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams;\nHer whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film;\nHer waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,\nNot half so big as a round little worm\nPrick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:\nHer chariot is an empty hazelnut,\nMade by the joiner squirrel or old grub,\nTime out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.\nAnd in this state she gallops night by night\nThrough lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;\nO’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;\nO’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;\nO’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,\nWhich oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,\nBecause their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:\nSometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,\nAnd then dreams he of smelling out a suit;\nAnd sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail,\nTickling a parson’s nose as a lies asleep,\nThen dreams he of another benefice:\nSometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,\nAnd then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,\nOf breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades,\nOf healths five fathom deep; and then anon\nDrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;\nAnd, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,\nAnd sleeps again. This is that very Mab\nThat plats the manes of horses in the night;\nAnd bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,\nWhich, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:\nThis is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,\n" +- "That presses them, and learns them first to bear,\nMaking them women of good carriage:\nThis is she,—\n\nROMEO.\nPeace, peace, Mercutio, peace,\nThou talk’st of nothing.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nTrue, I talk of dreams,\nWhich are the children of an idle brain,\nBegot of nothing but vain fantasy,\nWhich is as thin of substance as the air,\nAnd more inconstant than the wind, who wooes\nEven now the frozen bosom of the north,\nAnd, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,\nTurning his side to the dew-dropping south.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nThis wind you talk of blows us from ourselves:\nSupper is done, and we shall come too late.\n\nROMEO.\nI fear too early: for my mind misgives\nSome consequence yet hanging in the stars,\nShall bitterly begin his fearful date\nWith this night’s revels; and expire the term\nOf a despised life, clos’d in my breast\nBy some vile forfeit of untimely death.\nBut he that hath the steerage of my course\nDirect my suit. On, lusty gentlemen!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nStrike, drum.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.\n\n Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nWhere’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away?\nHe shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher!\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nWhen good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they\nunwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nAway with the join-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the\nplate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and as thou loves me,\nlet the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony and Potpan!\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nAy, boy, ready.\n\nFIRST SERVANT.\nYou are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the\ngreat chamber.\n\nSECOND SERVANT.\nWe cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and\nthe longer liver take all.\n\n" +- " [_Exeunt._]\n\n Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers.\n\nCAPULET.\nWelcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes\nUnplagu’d with corns will have a bout with you.\nAh my mistresses, which of you all\nWill now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,\nShe I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?\nWelcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day\nThat I have worn a visor, and could tell\nA whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,\nSuch as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone,\nYou are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.\nA hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls.\n\n [_Music plays, and they dance._]\n\nMore light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,\nAnd quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.\nAh sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.\nNay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet,\nFor you and I are past our dancing days;\nHow long is’t now since last yourself and I\nWere in a mask?\n\nCAPULET’S COUSIN.\nBy’r Lady, thirty years.\n\nCAPULET.\nWhat, man, ’tis not so much, ’tis not so much:\n’Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,\nCome Pentecost as quickly as it will,\nSome five and twenty years; and then we mask’d.\n\nCAPULET’S COUSIN.\n’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir;\nHis son is thirty.\n\nCAPULET.\nWill you tell me that?\nHis son was but a ward two years ago.\n\nROMEO.\nWhat lady is that, which doth enrich the hand\nOf yonder knight?\n\nSERVANT.\nI know not, sir.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nO, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!\nIt seems she hangs upon the cheek of night\nAs a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear;\nBeauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!\nSo shows a snowy dove trooping with crows\nAs yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.\nThe measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,\nAnd touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.\nDid my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!\nFor I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.\n\nTYBALT.\nThis by his voice, should be a Montague.\nFetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave\nCome hither, cover’d with an antic face,\nTo fleer and scorn at our solemnity?\nNow by the stock and honour of my kin,\nTo strike him dead I hold it not a sin.\n\nCAPULET.\nWhy how now, kinsman!\nWherefore storm you so?\n\nTYBALT.\nUncle, this is a Montague, our foe;\nA villain that is hither come in spite,\nTo scorn at our solemnity this night.\n\nCAPULET.\nYoung Romeo, is it?\n\nTYBALT.\n’Tis he, that villain Romeo.\n\nCAPULET.\nContent thee, gentle coz, let him alone,\nA bears him like a portly gentleman;\nAnd, to say truth, Verona brags of him\nTo be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth.\nI would not for the wealth of all the town\nHere in my house do him disparagement.\nTherefore be patient, take no note of him,\nIt is my will; the which if thou respect,\nShow a fair presence and put off these frowns,\nAn ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.\n\nTYBALT.\nIt fits when such a villain is a guest:\nI’ll not endure him.\n\nCAPULET.\nHe shall be endur’d.\nWhat, goodman boy! I say he shall, go to;\nAm I the master here, or you? Go to.\nYou’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul,\nYou’ll make a mutiny among my guests!\nYou will set cock-a-hoop, you’ll be the man!\n\n" - "TYBALT.\nWhy, uncle, ’tis a shame.\n\nCAPULET.\nGo to, go to!\nYou are a saucy boy. Is’t so, indeed?\nThis trick may chance to scathe you, I know what.\nYou must contrary me! Marry, ’tis time.\nWell said, my hearts!—You are a princox; go:\nBe quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame!\nI’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts.\n\nTYBALT.\nPatience perforce with wilful choler meeting\nMakes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.\nI will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,\nNow seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nROMEO.\n[_To Juliet._] If I profane with my unworthiest hand\nThis holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,\nMy lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand\nTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.\n\nJULIET.\nGood pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,\nWhich mannerly devotion shows in this;\nFor saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,\nAnd palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.\n\nROMEO.\nHave not saints lips, and holy palmers too?\n\nJULIET.\nAy, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.\n\nROMEO.\nO, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:\nThey pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.\n\nJULIET.\nSaints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.\n\nROMEO.\nThen move not while my prayer’s effect I take.\nThus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d.\n[_Kissing her._]\n\nJULIET.\nThen have my lips the sin that they have took.\n\nROMEO.\nSin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!\nGive me my sin again.\n\nJULIET.\nYou kiss by the book.\n\nNURSE.\nMadam, your mother craves a word with you.\n\nROMEO.\nWhat is her mother?\n\n" - "NURSE.\nMarry, bachelor,\nHer mother is the lady of the house,\nAnd a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.\nI nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal.\nI tell you, he that can lay hold of her\nShall have the chinks.\n\nROMEO.\nIs she a Capulet?\nO dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAway, be gone; the sport is at the best.\n\nROMEO.\nAy, so I fear; the more is my unrest.\n\nCAPULET.\nNay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,\nWe have a trifling foolish banquet towards.\nIs it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all;\nI thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.\nMore torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.\nAh, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,\nI’ll to my rest.\n\n [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._]\n\nJULIET.\nCome hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?\n\nNURSE.\nThe son and heir of old Tiberio.\n\nJULIET.\nWhat’s he that now is going out of door?\n\nNURSE.\nMarry, that I think be young Petruchio.\n\nJULIET.\nWhat’s he that follows here, that would not dance?\n\nNURSE.\nI know not.\n\nJULIET.\nGo ask his name. If he be married,\nMy grave is like to be my wedding bed.\n\nNURSE.\nHis name is Romeo, and a Montague,\nThe only son of your great enemy.\n\nJULIET.\nMy only love sprung from my only hate!\nToo early seen unknown, and known too late!\nProdigious birth of love it is to me,\nThat I must love a loathed enemy.\n\nNURSE.\nWhat’s this? What’s this?\n\nJULIET.\nA rhyme I learn’d even now\nOf one I danc’d withal.\n\n [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._]\n\nNURSE.\nAnon, anon!\nCome let’s away, the strangers all are gone.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n\n\n" @@ -47,8 +48,8 @@ expression: chunks - "NURSE.\nWell, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man.\nRomeo? No, not he. Though his face be better than any man’s, yet his\nleg excels all men’s, and for a hand and a foot, and a body, though\nthey be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare. He is not the\nflower of courtesy, but I’ll warrant him as gentle as a lamb. Go thy\nways, wench, serve God. What, have you dined at home?\n\nJULIET.\nNo, no. But all this did I know before.\nWhat says he of our marriage? What of that?\n\nNURSE.\nLord, how my head aches! What a head have I!\nIt beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.\nMy back o’ t’other side,—O my back, my back!\nBeshrew your heart for sending me about\nTo catch my death with jauncing up and down.\n\nJULIET.\nI’faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.\nSweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what says my love?\n\nNURSE.\nYour love says like an honest gentleman,\nAnd a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,\nAnd I warrant a virtuous,—Where is your mother?\n\nJULIET.\nWhere is my mother? Why, she is within.\nWhere should she be? How oddly thou repliest.\n‘Your love says, like an honest gentleman,\n‘Where is your mother?’\n\nNURSE.\nO God’s lady dear,\nAre you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow.\nIs this the poultice for my aching bones?\nHenceforward do your messages yourself.\n\nJULIET.\nHere’s such a coil. Come, what says Romeo?\n\nNURSE.\nHave you got leave to go to shrift today?\n\nJULIET.\nI have.\n\n" - "NURSE.\nThen hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’ cell;\nThere stays a husband to make you a wife.\nNow comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,\nThey’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.\nHie you to church. I must another way,\nTo fetch a ladder by the which your love\nMust climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark.\nI am the drudge, and toil in your delight;\nBut you shall bear the burden soon at night.\nGo. I’ll to dinner; hie you to the cell.\n\nJULIET.\nHie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSo smile the heavens upon this holy act\nThat after-hours with sorrow chide us not.\n\nROMEO.\nAmen, amen, but come what sorrow can,\nIt cannot countervail the exchange of joy\nThat one short minute gives me in her sight.\nDo thou but close our hands with holy words,\nThen love-devouring death do what he dare,\nIt is enough I may but call her mine.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThese violent delights have violent ends,\nAnd in their triumph die; like fire and powder,\nWhich as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey\nIs loathsome in his own deliciousness,\nAnd in the taste confounds the appetite.\nTherefore love moderately: long love doth so;\nToo swift arrives as tardy as too slow.\n\n Enter Juliet.\n\nHere comes the lady. O, so light a foot\nWill ne’er wear out the everlasting flint.\nA lover may bestride the gossamers\nThat idles in the wanton summer air\nAnd yet not fall; so light is vanity.\n\nJULIET.\nGood even to my ghostly confessor.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nRomeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.\n\nJULIET.\nAs much to him, else is his thanks too much.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nAh, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy\nBe heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more\nTo blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath\nThis neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue\nUnfold the imagin’d happiness that both\nReceive in either by this dear encounter.\n\nJULIET.\nConceit more rich in matter than in words,\nBrags of his substance, not of ornament.\nThey are but beggars that can count their worth;\nBut my true love is grown to such excess,\nI cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nCome, come with me, and we will make short work,\nFor, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone\nTill holy church incorporate two in one.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n\n\n" -- "ACT III\n\nSCENE I. A public Place.\n\n Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nI pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:\nThe day is hot, the Capulets abroad,\nAnd if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,\nFor now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of\na tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says ‘God send me no\nneed of thee!’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the\ndrawer, when indeed there is no need.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAm I like such a fellow?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nCome, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as\nsoon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAnd what to?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nNay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would\nkill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a\nhair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel\nwith a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou\nhast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?\nThy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy\nhead hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast\nquarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath\nwakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall\nout with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with\nanother for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt\ntutor me from quarrelling!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAnd I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee\nsimple of my life for an hour and a quarter.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThe fee simple! O simple!\n\n Enter Tybalt and others.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nBy my head, here comes the Capulets.\n\n" -- "MERCUTIO.\nBy my heel, I care not.\n\nTYBALT.\nFollow me close, for I will speak to them.\nGentlemen, good-den: a word with one of you.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAnd but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a\nword and a blow.\n\nTYBALT.\nYou shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me\noccasion.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nCould you not take some occasion without giving?\n\nTYBALT.\nMercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nConsort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of\nus, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s\nthat shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWe talk here in the public haunt of men.\nEither withdraw unto some private place,\nAnd reason coldly of your grievances,\nOr else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nMen’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.\nI will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\nTYBALT.\nWell, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nBut I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.\nMarry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;\nYour worship in that sense may call him man.\n\nTYBALT.\nRomeo, the love I bear thee can afford\nNo better term than this: Thou art a villain.\n\nROMEO.\nTybalt, the reason that I have to love thee\nDoth much excuse the appertaining rage\nTo such a greeting. Villain am I none;\nTherefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not.\n\nTYBALT.\nBoy, this shall not excuse the injuries\nThat thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.\n\nROMEO.\nI do protest I never injur’d thee,\nBut love thee better than thou canst devise\nTill thou shalt know the reason of my love.\nAnd so good Capulet, which name I tender\nAs dearly as mine own, be satisfied.\n\n" +- "ACT III\n\nSCENE I. A public Place.\n\n Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nI pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:\nThe day is hot, the Capulets abroad,\nAnd if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,\nFor now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of\na tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says ‘God send me no\nneed of thee!’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the\ndrawer, when indeed there is no need.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAm I like such a fellow?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nCome, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as\nsoon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAnd what to?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nNay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would\nkill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a\nhair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel\nwith a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou\nhast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?\nThy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy\nhead hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast\nquarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath\nwakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall\nout with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with\nanother for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt\ntutor me from quarrelling!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nAnd I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee\nsimple of my life for an hour and a quarter.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nThe fee simple! O simple!\n\n Enter Tybalt and others.\n\n" +- "BENVOLIO.\nBy my head, here comes the Capulets.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nBy my heel, I care not.\n\nTYBALT.\nFollow me close, for I will speak to them.\nGentlemen, good-den: a word with one of you.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAnd but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a\nword and a blow.\n\nTYBALT.\nYou shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me\noccasion.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nCould you not take some occasion without giving?\n\nTYBALT.\nMercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nConsort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of\nus, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s\nthat shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWe talk here in the public haunt of men.\nEither withdraw unto some private place,\nAnd reason coldly of your grievances,\nOr else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nMen’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.\nI will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\nTYBALT.\nWell, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nBut I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.\nMarry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;\nYour worship in that sense may call him man.\n\nTYBALT.\nRomeo, the love I bear thee can afford\nNo better term than this: Thou art a villain.\n\nROMEO.\nTybalt, the reason that I have to love thee\nDoth much excuse the appertaining rage\nTo such a greeting. Villain am I none;\nTherefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not.\n\nTYBALT.\nBoy, this shall not excuse the injuries\nThat thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.\n\nROMEO.\nI do protest I never injur’d thee,\nBut love thee better than thou canst devise\nTill thou shalt know the reason of my love.\nAnd so good Capulet, which name I tender\nAs dearly as mine own, be satisfied.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nO calm, dishonourable, vile submission!\n[_Draws._] Alla stoccata carries it away.\nTybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?\n\nTYBALT.\nWhat wouldst thou have with me?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nGood King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to\nmake bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest\nof the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears?\nMake haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.\n\nTYBALT.\n[_Drawing._] I am for you.\n\nROMEO.\nGentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nCome, sir, your passado.\n\n [_They fight._]\n\nROMEO.\nDraw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.\nGentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage,\nTybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath\nForbid this bandying in Verona streets.\nHold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!\n\n [_Exeunt Tybalt with his Partizans._]\n\nMERCUTIO.\nI am hurt.\nA plague o’ both your houses. I am sped.\nIs he gone, and hath nothing?\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWhat, art thou hurt?\n\nMERCUTIO.\nAy, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.\nWhere is my page? Go villain, fetch a surgeon.\n\n [_Exit Page._]\n\nROMEO.\nCourage, man; the hurt cannot be much.\n\nMERCUTIO.\nNo, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but ’tis\nenough, ’twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a\ngrave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o’ both\nyour houses. Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to\ndeath. A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of\narithmetic!—Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your\narm.\n\nROMEO.\nI thought all for the best.\n\n" - "MERCUTIO.\nHelp me into some house, Benvolio,\nOr I shall faint. A plague o’ both your houses.\nThey have made worms’ meat of me.\nI have it, and soundly too. Your houses!\n\n [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._]\n\nROMEO.\nThis gentleman, the Prince’s near ally,\nMy very friend, hath got his mortal hurt\nIn my behalf; my reputation stain’d\nWith Tybalt’s slander,—Tybalt, that an hour\nHath been my cousin. O sweet Juliet,\nThy beauty hath made me effeminate\nAnd in my temper soften’d valour’s steel.\n\n Re-enter Benvolio.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nO Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead,\nThat gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds,\nWhich too untimely here did scorn the earth.\n\nROMEO.\nThis day’s black fate on mo days doth depend;\nThis but begins the woe others must end.\n\n Re-enter Tybalt.\n\nBENVOLIO.\nHere comes the furious Tybalt back again.\n\nROMEO.\nAgain in triumph, and Mercutio slain?\nAway to heaven respective lenity,\nAnd fire-ey’d fury be my conduct now!\nNow, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again\nThat late thou gav’st me, for Mercutio’s soul\nIs but a little way above our heads,\nStaying for thine to keep him company.\nEither thou or I, or both, must go with him.\n\nTYBALT.\nThou wretched boy, that didst consort him here,\nShalt with him hence.\n\nROMEO.\nThis shall determine that.\n\n [_They fight; Tybalt falls._]\n\nBENVOLIO.\nRomeo, away, be gone!\nThe citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.\nStand not amaz’d. The Prince will doom thee death\nIf thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!\n\nROMEO.\nO, I am fortune’s fool!\n\nBENVOLIO.\nWhy dost thou stay?\n\n [_Exit Romeo._]\n\n Enter Citizens.\n\nFIRST CITIZEN.\nWhich way ran he that kill’d Mercutio?\nTybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?\n\n" - "BENVOLIO.\nThere lies that Tybalt.\n\nFIRST CITIZEN.\nUp, sir, go with me.\nI charge thee in the Prince’s name obey.\n\n Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives and others.\n\nPRINCE.\nWhere are the vile beginners of this fray?\n\nBENVOLIO.\nO noble Prince, I can discover all\nThe unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.\nThere lies the man, slain by young Romeo,\nThat slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.\n\nLADY CAPULET.\nTybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child!\nO Prince! O husband! O, the blood is spill’d\nOf my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,\nFor blood of ours shed blood of Montague.\nO cousin, cousin.\n\nPRINCE.\nBenvolio, who began this bloody fray?\n\nBENVOLIO.\nTybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay;\nRomeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink\nHow nice the quarrel was, and urg’d withal\nYour high displeasure. All this uttered\nWith gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow’d\nCould not take truce with the unruly spleen\nOf Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts\nWith piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,\nWho, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,\nAnd, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats\nCold death aside, and with the other sends\nIt back to Tybalt, whose dexterity\nRetorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,\n‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue,\nHis agile arm beats down their fatal points,\nAnd ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm\nAn envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life\nOf stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.\nBut by and by comes back to Romeo,\nWho had but newly entertain’d revenge,\nAnd to’t they go like lightning; for, ere I\nCould draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain;\nAnd as he fell did Romeo turn and fly.\nThis is the truth, or let Benvolio die.\n\n" @@ -85,10 +86,10 @@ expression: chunks - "PETER.\nO musicians, because my heart itself plays ‘My heart is full’. O play\nme some merry dump to comfort me.\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nNot a dump we, ’tis no time to play now.\n\nPETER.\nYou will not then?\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nNo.\n\nPETER.\nI will then give it you soundly.\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhat will you give us?\n\nPETER.\nNo money, on my faith, but the gleek! I will give you the minstrel.\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nThen will I give you the serving-creature.\n\nPETER.\nThen will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will\ncarry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me?\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nAnd you re us and fa us, you note us.\n\nSECOND MUSICIAN.\nPray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit.\n\nPETER.\nThen have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and\nput up my iron dagger. Answer me like men.\n ‘When griping griefs the heart doth wound,\n And doleful dumps the mind oppress,\n Then music with her silver sound’—\nWhy ‘silver sound’? Why ‘music with her silver sound’? What say you,\nSimon Catling?\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nMarry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.\n\nPETER.\nPrates. What say you, Hugh Rebeck?\n\nSECOND MUSICIAN.\nI say ‘silver sound’ because musicians sound for silver.\n\nPETER.\nPrates too! What say you, James Soundpost?\n\nTHIRD MUSICIAN.\nFaith, I know not what to say.\n\nPETER.\nO, I cry you mercy, you are the singer. I will say for you. It is\n‘music with her silver sound’ because musicians have no gold for\nsounding.\n ‘Then music with her silver sound\n With speedy help doth lend redress.’\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nFIRST MUSICIAN.\nWhat a pestilent knave is this same!\n\n" - "SECOND MUSICIAN.\nHang him, Jack. Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay\ndinner.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\n\n\n" - "ACT V\n\nSCENE I. Mantua. A Street.\n\n Enter Romeo.\n\nROMEO.\nIf I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,\nMy dreams presage some joyful news at hand.\nMy bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne;\nAnd all this day an unaccustom’d spirit\nLifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.\nI dreamt my lady came and found me dead,—\nStrange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!—\nAnd breath’d such life with kisses in my lips,\nThat I reviv’d, and was an emperor.\nAh me, how sweet is love itself possess’d,\nWhen but love’s shadows are so rich in joy.\n\n Enter Balthasar.\n\nNews from Verona! How now, Balthasar?\nDost thou not bring me letters from the Friar?\nHow doth my lady? Is my father well?\nHow fares my Juliet? That I ask again;\nFor nothing can be ill if she be well.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nThen she is well, and nothing can be ill.\nHer body sleeps in Capel’s monument,\nAnd her immortal part with angels lives.\nI saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault,\nAnd presently took post to tell it you.\nO pardon me for bringing these ill news,\nSince you did leave it for my office, sir.\n\nROMEO.\nIs it even so? Then I defy you, stars!\nThou know’st my lodging. Get me ink and paper,\nAnd hire post-horses. I will hence tonight.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nI do beseech you sir, have patience.\nYour looks are pale and wild, and do import\nSome misadventure.\n\nROMEO.\nTush, thou art deceiv’d.\nLeave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.\nHast thou no letters to me from the Friar?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nNo, my good lord.\n\nROMEO.\nNo matter. Get thee gone,\nAnd hire those horses. I’ll be with thee straight.\n\n [_Exit Balthasar._]\n\n" -- "Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.\nLet’s see for means. O mischief thou art swift\nTo enter in the thoughts of desperate men.\nI do remember an apothecary,—\nAnd hereabouts he dwells,—which late I noted\nIn tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows,\nCulling of simples, meagre were his looks,\nSharp misery had worn him to the bones;\nAnd in his needy shop a tortoise hung,\nAn alligator stuff’d, and other skins\nOf ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves\nA beggarly account of empty boxes,\nGreen earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,\nRemnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses\nWere thinly scatter’d, to make up a show.\nNoting this penury, to myself I said,\nAnd if a man did need a poison now,\nWhose sale is present death in Mantua,\nHere lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.\nO, this same thought did but forerun my need,\nAnd this same needy man must sell it me.\nAs I remember, this should be the house.\nBeing holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.\nWhat, ho! Apothecary!\n\n Enter Apothecary.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nWho calls so loud?\n\nROMEO.\nCome hither, man. I see that thou art poor.\nHold, there is forty ducats. Let me have\nA dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear\nAs will disperse itself through all the veins,\nThat the life-weary taker may fall dead,\nAnd that the trunk may be discharg’d of breath\nAs violently as hasty powder fir’d\nDoth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nSuch mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law\nIs death to any he that utters them.\n\nROMEO.\nArt thou so bare and full of wretchedness,\nAnd fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,\nNeed and oppression starveth in thine eyes,\nContempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.\nThe world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law;\nThe world affords no law to make thee rich;\nThen be not poor, but break it and take this.\n\n" -- "APOTHECARY.\nMy poverty, but not my will consents.\n\nROMEO.\nI pay thy poverty, and not thy will.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nPut this in any liquid thing you will\nAnd drink it off; and, if you had the strength\nOf twenty men, it would despatch you straight.\n\nROMEO.\nThere is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,\nDoing more murder in this loathsome world\nThan these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.\nI sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.\nFarewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh.\nCome, cordial and not poison, go with me\nTo Juliet’s grave, for there must I use thee.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar John.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nHoly Franciscan Friar! Brother, ho!\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThis same should be the voice of Friar John.\nWelcome from Mantua. What says Romeo?\nOr, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nGoing to find a barefoot brother out,\nOne of our order, to associate me,\nHere in this city visiting the sick,\nAnd finding him, the searchers of the town,\nSuspecting that we both were in a house\nWhere the infectious pestilence did reign,\nSeal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth,\nSo that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nWho bare my letter then to Romeo?\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nI could not send it,—here it is again,—\nNor get a messenger to bring it thee,\nSo fearful were they of infection.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nUnhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,\nThe letter was not nice, but full of charge,\nOf dear import, and the neglecting it\nMay do much danger. Friar John, go hence,\nGet me an iron crow and bring it straight\nUnto my cell.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nBrother, I’ll go and bring it thee.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\n" -- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nNow must I to the monument alone.\nWithin this three hours will fair Juliet wake.\nShe will beshrew me much that Romeo\nHath had no notice of these accidents;\nBut I will write again to Mantua,\nAnd keep her at my cell till Romeo come.\nPoor living corse, clos’d in a dead man’s tomb.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nSCENE III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets.\n\n Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch.\n\nPARIS.\nGive me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof.\nYet put it out, for I would not be seen.\nUnder yond yew tree lay thee all along,\nHolding thy ear close to the hollow ground;\nSo shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,\nBeing loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,\nBut thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me,\nAs signal that thou hear’st something approach.\nGive me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.\n\nPAGE.\n[_Aside._] I am almost afraid to stand alone\nHere in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.\n\n [_Retires._]\n\nPARIS.\nSweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew.\nO woe, thy canopy is dust and stones,\nWhich with sweet water nightly I will dew,\nOr wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans.\nThe obsequies that I for thee will keep,\nNightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.\n\n [_The Page whistles._]\n\nThe boy gives warning something doth approach.\nWhat cursed foot wanders this way tonight,\nTo cross my obsequies and true love’s rite?\nWhat, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.\n\n [_Retires._]\n\n Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c.\n\n" -- "ROMEO.\nGive me that mattock and the wrenching iron.\nHold, take this letter; early in the morning\nSee thou deliver it to my lord and father.\nGive me the light; upon thy life I charge thee,\nWhate’er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof\nAnd do not interrupt me in my course.\nWhy I descend into this bed of death\nIs partly to behold my lady’s face,\nBut chiefly to take thence from her dead finger\nA precious ring, a ring that I must use\nIn dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone.\nBut if thou jealous dost return to pry\nIn what I further shall intend to do,\nBy heaven I will tear thee joint by joint,\nAnd strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs.\nThe time and my intents are savage-wild;\nMore fierce and more inexorable far\nThan empty tigers or the roaring sea.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nI will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.\n\nROMEO.\nSo shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that.\nLive, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nFor all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout.\nHis looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.\n\n [_Retires_]\n\nROMEO.\nThou detestable maw, thou womb of death,\nGorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth,\nThus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,\n\n [_Breaking open the door of the monument._]\n\nAnd in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food.\n\nPARIS.\nThis is that banish’d haughty Montague\nThat murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief,\nIt is supposed, the fair creature died,—\nAnd here is come to do some villanous shame\nTo the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.\n\n [_Advances._]\n\nStop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague.\nCan vengeance be pursu’d further than death?\nCondemned villain, I do apprehend thee.\nObey, and go with me, for thou must die.\n\n" +- "Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.\nLet’s see for means. O mischief thou art swift\nTo enter in the thoughts of desperate men.\nI do remember an apothecary,—\nAnd hereabouts he dwells,—which late I noted\nIn tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows,\nCulling of simples, meagre were his looks,\nSharp misery had worn him to the bones;\nAnd in his needy shop a tortoise hung,\nAn alligator stuff’d, and other skins\nOf ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves\nA beggarly account of empty boxes,\nGreen earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,\nRemnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses\nWere thinly scatter’d, to make up a show.\nNoting this penury, to myself I said,\nAnd if a man did need a poison now,\nWhose sale is present death in Mantua,\nHere lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.\nO, this same thought did but forerun my need,\nAnd this same needy man must sell it me.\nAs I remember, this should be the house.\nBeing holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.\nWhat, ho! Apothecary!\n\n Enter Apothecary.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nWho calls so loud?\n\nROMEO.\nCome hither, man. I see that thou art poor.\nHold, there is forty ducats. Let me have\nA dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear\nAs will disperse itself through all the veins,\nThat the life-weary taker may fall dead,\nAnd that the trunk may be discharg’d of breath\nAs violently as hasty powder fir’d\nDoth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nSuch mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law\nIs death to any he that utters them.\n\n" +- "ROMEO.\nArt thou so bare and full of wretchedness,\nAnd fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,\nNeed and oppression starveth in thine eyes,\nContempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.\nThe world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law;\nThe world affords no law to make thee rich;\nThen be not poor, but break it and take this.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nMy poverty, but not my will consents.\n\nROMEO.\nI pay thy poverty, and not thy will.\n\nAPOTHECARY.\nPut this in any liquid thing you will\nAnd drink it off; and, if you had the strength\nOf twenty men, it would despatch you straight.\n\nROMEO.\nThere is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,\nDoing more murder in this loathsome world\nThan these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.\nI sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.\nFarewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh.\nCome, cordial and not poison, go with me\nTo Juliet’s grave, for there must I use thee.\n\n [_Exeunt._]\n\nSCENE II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n\n Enter Friar John.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nHoly Franciscan Friar! Brother, ho!\n\n Enter Friar Lawrence.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nThis same should be the voice of Friar John.\nWelcome from Mantua. What says Romeo?\nOr, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nGoing to find a barefoot brother out,\nOne of our order, to associate me,\nHere in this city visiting the sick,\nAnd finding him, the searchers of the town,\nSuspecting that we both were in a house\nWhere the infectious pestilence did reign,\nSeal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth,\nSo that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nWho bare my letter then to Romeo?\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nI could not send it,—here it is again,—\nNor get a messenger to bring it thee,\nSo fearful were they of infection.\n\n" +- "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nUnhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,\nThe letter was not nice, but full of charge,\nOf dear import, and the neglecting it\nMay do much danger. Friar John, go hence,\nGet me an iron crow and bring it straight\nUnto my cell.\n\nFRIAR JOHN.\nBrother, I’ll go and bring it thee.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nNow must I to the monument alone.\nWithin this three hours will fair Juliet wake.\nShe will beshrew me much that Romeo\nHath had no notice of these accidents;\nBut I will write again to Mantua,\nAnd keep her at my cell till Romeo come.\nPoor living corse, clos’d in a dead man’s tomb.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nSCENE III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets.\n\n Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch.\n\nPARIS.\nGive me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof.\nYet put it out, for I would not be seen.\nUnder yond yew tree lay thee all along,\nHolding thy ear close to the hollow ground;\nSo shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,\nBeing loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,\nBut thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me,\nAs signal that thou hear’st something approach.\nGive me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.\n\nPAGE.\n[_Aside._] I am almost afraid to stand alone\nHere in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.\n\n [_Retires._]\n\nPARIS.\nSweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew.\nO woe, thy canopy is dust and stones,\nWhich with sweet water nightly I will dew,\nOr wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans.\nThe obsequies that I for thee will keep,\nNightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.\n\n [_The Page whistles._]\n\nThe boy gives warning something doth approach.\nWhat cursed foot wanders this way tonight,\nTo cross my obsequies and true love’s rite?\nWhat, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.\n\n [_Retires._]\n\n" +- " Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c.\n\nROMEO.\nGive me that mattock and the wrenching iron.\nHold, take this letter; early in the morning\nSee thou deliver it to my lord and father.\nGive me the light; upon thy life I charge thee,\nWhate’er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof\nAnd do not interrupt me in my course.\nWhy I descend into this bed of death\nIs partly to behold my lady’s face,\nBut chiefly to take thence from her dead finger\nA precious ring, a ring that I must use\nIn dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone.\nBut if thou jealous dost return to pry\nIn what I further shall intend to do,\nBy heaven I will tear thee joint by joint,\nAnd strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs.\nThe time and my intents are savage-wild;\nMore fierce and more inexorable far\nThan empty tigers or the roaring sea.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nI will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.\n\nROMEO.\nSo shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that.\nLive, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nFor all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout.\nHis looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.\n\n [_Retires_]\n\nROMEO.\nThou detestable maw, thou womb of death,\nGorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth,\nThus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,\n\n [_Breaking open the door of the monument._]\n\nAnd in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food.\n\nPARIS.\nThis is that banish’d haughty Montague\nThat murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief,\nIt is supposed, the fair creature died,—\nAnd here is come to do some villanous shame\nTo the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.\n\n [_Advances._]\n\nStop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague.\nCan vengeance be pursu’d further than death?\nCondemned villain, I do apprehend thee.\nObey, and go with me, for thou must die.\n\n" - "ROMEO.\nI must indeed; and therefore came I hither.\nGood gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man.\nFly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone;\nLet them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,\nPut not another sin upon my head\nBy urging me to fury. O be gone.\nBy heaven I love thee better than myself;\nFor I come hither arm’d against myself.\nStay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say,\nA madman’s mercy bid thee run away.\n\nPARIS.\nI do defy thy conjuration,\nAnd apprehend thee for a felon here.\n\nROMEO.\nWilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!\n\n [_They fight._]\n\nPAGE.\nO lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.\n\n [_Exit._]\n\nPARIS.\nO, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou be merciful,\nOpen the tomb, lay me with Juliet.\n\n [_Dies._]\n\nROMEO.\nIn faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.\nMercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris!\nWhat said my man, when my betossed soul\nDid not attend him as we rode? I think\nHe told me Paris should have married Juliet.\nSaid he not so? Or did I dream it so?\nOr am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,\nTo think it was so? O, give me thy hand,\nOne writ with me in sour misfortune’s book.\nI’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.\nA grave? O no, a lantern, slaught’red youth,\nFor here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes\nThis vault a feasting presence full of light.\nDeath, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d.\n\n [_Laying Paris in the monument._]\n\n" - "How oft when men are at the point of death\nHave they been merry! Which their keepers call\nA lightning before death. O, how may I\nCall this a lightning? O my love, my wife,\nDeath that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath,\nHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.\nThou art not conquer’d. Beauty’s ensign yet\nIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,\nAnd death’s pale flag is not advanced there.\nTybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?\nO, what more favour can I do to thee\nThan with that hand that cut thy youth in twain\nTo sunder his that was thine enemy?\nForgive me, cousin. Ah, dear Juliet,\nWhy art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe\nThat unsubstantial death is amorous;\nAnd that the lean abhorred monster keeps\nThee here in dark to be his paramour?\nFor fear of that I still will stay with thee,\nAnd never from this palace of dim night\nDepart again. Here, here will I remain\nWith worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here\nWill I set up my everlasting rest;\nAnd shake the yoke of inauspicious stars\nFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last.\nArms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you\nThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss\nA dateless bargain to engrossing death.\nCome, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide.\nThou desperate pilot, now at once run on\nThe dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark.\nHere’s to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary!\nThy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.\n\n [_Dies._]\n\n Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar Lawrence, with a\n lantern, crow, and spade.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nSaint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight\nHave my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there?\nWho is it that consorts, so late, the dead?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nHere’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well.\n\n" - "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\nBliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend,\nWhat torch is yond that vainly lends his light\nTo grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern,\nIt burneth in the Capels’ monument.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nIt doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master,\nOne that you love.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nWho is it?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nRomeo.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nHow long hath he been there?\n\nBALTHASAR.\nFull half an hour.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nGo with me to the vault.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nI dare not, sir;\nMy master knows not but I am gone hence,\nAnd fearfully did menace me with death\nIf I did stay to look on his intents.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nStay then, I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me.\nO, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.\n\nBALTHASAR.\nAs I did sleep under this yew tree here,\nI dreamt my master and another fought,\nAnd that my master slew him.\n\nFRIAR LAWRENCE.\nRomeo! [_Advances._]\nAlack, alack, what blood is this which stains\nThe stony entrance of this sepulchre?\nWhat mean these masterless and gory swords\nTo lie discolour’d by this place of peace?\n\n [_Enters the monument._]\n\nRomeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too?\nAnd steep’d in blood? Ah what an unkind hour\nIs guilty of this lamentable chance?\nThe lady stirs.\n\n [_Juliet wakes and stirs._]\n\nJULIET.\nO comfortable Friar, where is my lord?\nI do remember well where I should be,\nAnd there I am. Where is my Romeo?\n\n [_Noise within._]\n\n" diff --git a/tests/snapshots/snapshots__room_with_a_view_Tokenizers_trim_32.snap b/tests/snapshots/snapshots__room_with_a_view_Tokenizers_trim_32.snap index bb802d6..ab5e1bc 100644 --- a/tests/snapshots/snapshots__room_with_a_view_Tokenizers_trim_32.snap +++ b/tests/snapshots/snapshots__room_with_a_view_Tokenizers_trim_32.snap @@ -1,13 +1,15 @@ --- source: tests/snapshots.rs expression: chunks +snapshot_kind: text --- - "The Project Gutenberg eBook of A Room With A View, by E. M. Forster" -- This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. -- "You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at" -- www.gutenberg.org. -- "If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook." -- "Title: A Room With A View\n\nAuthor: E. M. Forster" +- This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions +- whatsoever. +- "You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or" +- online at www.gutenberg.org. +- "If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook" +- ".\n\nTitle: A Room With A View\n\nAuthor: E. M. Forster" - "Release Date: May, 2001 [eBook #2641]\n[Most recently updated: October 8, 2022]\n\nLanguage: English" - "*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A ROOM WITH A" - "VIEW ***\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nA Room With A View\n\nBy E. M. Forster" @@ -15,8 +17,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Part One.\n Chapter I. The Bertolini\n Chapter II. In Santa Croce with No Baedeker" - "Chapter III. Music, Violets, and the Letter “S”\n Chapter IV. Fourth Chapter\n Chapter V. Possibilities of a Pleasant Outing" - "Chapter VI. The Reverend Arthur Beebe, the Reverend Cuthbert Eager, Mr. Emerson, Mr." -- "George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive Out in Carriages to See a View; Italians Drive Them" -- Chapter VII. They Return +- "George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive Out in Carriages to See a View; Italians" +- "Drive Them\n Chapter VII. They Return" - "Part Two.\n Chapter VIII. Medieval\n Chapter IX. Lucy As a Work of Art\n Chapter X. Cecil as a Humourist" - "Chapter XI. In Mrs. Vyse’s Well-Appointed Flat\n Chapter XII. Twelfth Chapter" - "Chapter XIII. How Miss Bartlett’s Boiler Was So Tiresome\n Chapter XIV. How Lucy Faced the External Situation Bravely" @@ -29,9 +31,9 @@ expression: chunks - "Oh, Lucy!”" - "“And a Cockney, besides!” said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora’s unexpected accent." - “It might be London.” -- She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between -- "the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the" -- "English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.)," +- She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that +- "ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at" +- "the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.)," - "that was the only other decoration of the wall. “Charlotte, don’t you feel, too, that we might be in London?" - I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one’s being so tired.” - "“This meat has surely been used for soup,” said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork." @@ -40,16 +42,17 @@ expression: chunks - "“Any nook does for me,” Miss Bartlett continued; “but it does seem hard that you shouldn’t have a view.”" - "Lucy felt that she had been selfish. “Charlotte, you mustn’t spoil me:" - "of course, you must look over the Arno, too. I meant that." -- "The first vacant room in the front—” “You must have it,” said Miss Bartlett, part of whose travelling expenses were paid by Lucy’s mother" -- "—a piece of generosity to which she made many a tactful allusion.\n\n“No, no. You must have it.”" -- "“I insist on it. Your mother would never forgive me, Lucy.”\n\n“She would never forgive _me_.”" +- "The first vacant room in the front—” “You must have it,” said Miss Bartlett, part of whose travelling expenses were paid by" +- Lucy’s mother—a piece of generosity to which she made many a tactful allusion. +- "“No, no. You must have it.”\n\n“I insist on it. Your mother would never forgive me, Lucy.”" +- “She would never forgive _me_.” - "The ladies’ voices grew animated, and—if the sad truth be owned—a little peevish." - "They were tired, and under the guise of unselfishness they wrangled." -- "Some of their neighbours interchanged glances, and one of them—one of the ill-bred people whom one does meet abroad—leant forward over the table" -- "and actually intruded into their argument. He said:\n\n“I have a view, I have a view.”" +- "Some of their neighbours interchanged glances, and one of them—one of the ill-bred people whom one does meet abroad—leant forward over" +- "the table and actually intruded into their argument. He said:\n\n“I have a view, I have a view.”" - Miss Bartlett was startled. -- "Generally at a pension people looked them over for a day or two before speaking, and often did not find out that they would “do” till they had gone" -- ". She knew that the intruder was ill-bred, even before she glanced at him." +- "Generally at a pension people looked them over for a day or two before speaking, and often did not find out that they would “do” till they" +- "had gone. She knew that the intruder was ill-bred, even before she glanced at him." - "He was an old man, of heavy build, with a fair, shaven face and large eyes." - "There was something childish in those eyes, though it was not the childishness of senility." - "What exactly it was Miss Bartlett did not stop to consider, for her glance passed on to his clothes. These did not attract her." @@ -58,29 +61,32 @@ expression: chunks - How delightful a view is!” - "“This is my son,” said the old man; “his name’s George. He has a view too.”" - "“Ah,” said Miss Bartlett, repressing Lucy, who was about to speak." -- "“What I mean,” he continued, “is that you can have our rooms, and we’ll have yours. We’ll change.”" +- "“What I mean,” he continued, “is that you can have our rooms, and we’ll have yours." +- We’ll change.” - "The better class of tourist was shocked at this, and sympathized with the new-comers." -- "Miss Bartlett, in reply, opened her mouth as little as possible, and said “Thank you very much indeed; that is out of the question.”" -- "“Why?” said the old man, with both fists on the table.\n\n“Because it is quite out of the question, thank you.”" +- "Miss Bartlett, in reply, opened her mouth as little as possible, and said “Thank you very much indeed; that is out of the question." +- "”\n\n“Why?” said the old man, with both fists on the table." +- "“Because it is quite out of the question, thank you.”" - "“You see, we don’t like to take—” began Lucy. Her cousin again repressed her." - “But why?” he persisted. “Women like looking at a view; men don’t.” - "And he thumped with his fists like a naughty child, and turned to his son,\nsaying, “George, persuade them!”" - "“It’s so obvious they should have the rooms,” said the son. “There’s nothing else to say.”" - "He did not look at the ladies as he spoke, but his voice was perplexed and sorrowful." -- "Lucy, too, was perplexed; but she saw that they were in for what is known as “quite a scene,” and she had an odd" -- "feeling that whenever these ill-bred tourists spoke the contest widened and deepened till it dealt, not with rooms and views, but with—well, with something quite" -- "different, whose existence she had not realized before. Now the old man attacked Miss Bartlett almost violently: Why should she not change? What possible objection had she?" -- They would clear out in half an hour. +- "Lucy, too, was perplexed; but she saw that they were in for what is known as “quite a scene,” and she had" +- "an odd feeling that whenever these ill-bred tourists spoke the contest widened and deepened till it dealt, not with rooms and views, but with—well" +- ", with something quite different, whose existence she had not realized before. Now the old man attacked Miss Bartlett almost violently: Why should she not change?" +- What possible objection had she? They would clear out in half an hour. - "Miss Bartlett, though skilled in the delicacies of conversation, was powerless in the presence of brutality." - It was impossible to snub any one so gross. Her face reddened with displeasure. - "She looked around as much as to say, “Are you all like this?”" -- "And two little old ladies, who were sitting further up the table, with shawls hanging over the backs of the chairs, looked back, clearly indicating “" -- We are not; we are genteel.” +- "And two little old ladies, who were sitting further up the table, with shawls hanging over the backs of the chairs, looked back, clearly" +- indicating “We are not; we are genteel.” - "“Eat your dinner, dear,” she said to Lucy, and began to toy again with the meat that she had once censured." - Lucy mumbled that those seemed very odd people opposite. - "“Eat your dinner, dear. This pension is a failure. To-morrow we will make a change.”" - Hardly had she announced this fell decision when she reversed it. -- "The curtains at the end of the room parted, and revealed a clergyman, stout but attractive, who hurried forward to take his place at the table," +- "The curtains at the end of the room parted, and revealed a clergyman, stout but attractive, who hurried forward to take his place at the" +- "table," - cheerfully apologizing for his lateness. - "Lucy, who had not yet acquired decency, at once rose to her feet, exclaiming: “Oh, oh!" - "Why, it’s Mr.\nBeebe! Oh, how perfectly lovely! Oh, Charlotte, we must stop now," @@ -90,22 +96,24 @@ expression: chunks - Peter’s that very cold Easter.” - "The clergyman, who had the air of one on a holiday, did not remember the ladies quite as clearly as they remembered him." - But he came forward pleasantly enough and accepted the chair into which he was beckoned by Lucy. -- "“I _am_ so glad to see you,” said the girl, who was in a state of spiritual starvation, and would have been glad to see" -- "the waiter if her cousin had permitted it. “Just fancy how small the world is. Summer Street, too, makes it so specially funny.”" -- "“Miss Honeychurch lives in the parish of Summer Street,” said Miss Bartlett, filling up the gap, “and she happened to tell me in the course" -- of conversation that you have just accepted the living—” +- "“I _am_ so glad to see you,” said the girl, who was in a state of spiritual starvation, and would have been glad" +- to see the waiter if her cousin had permitted it. “Just fancy how small the world is. +- "Summer Street, too, makes it so specially funny.”" +- "“Miss Honeychurch lives in the parish of Summer Street,” said Miss Bartlett, filling up the gap, “and she happened to tell me in" +- the course of conversation that you have just accepted the living—” - "“Yes, I heard from mother so last week." - "She didn’t know that I knew you at Tunbridge Wells; but I wrote back at once, and I said: ‘Mr." - Beebe is—’” - "“Quite right,” said the clergyman. “I move into the Rectory at Summer Street next June." - I am lucky to be appointed to such a charming neighbourhood.” - "“Oh, how glad I am! The name of our house is Windy Corner.” Mr. Beebe bowed." -- "“There is mother and me generally, and my brother, though it’s not often we get him to ch—— The church is rather far off," -- "I mean.”\n\n“Lucy, dearest, let Mr. Beebe eat his dinner.”" +- "“There is mother and me generally, and my brother, though it’s not often we get him to ch—— The church is rather far" +- "off, I mean.”\n\n“Lucy, dearest, let Mr. Beebe eat his dinner.”" - "“I am eating it, thank you, and enjoying it.”" - "He preferred to talk to Lucy, whose playing he remembered, rather than to Miss Bartlett, who probably remembered his sermons." - "He asked the girl whether she knew Florence well, and was informed at some length that she had never been there before." -- "It is delightful to advise a newcomer, and he was first in the field. “Don’t neglect the country round,” his advice concluded." +- "It is delightful to advise a newcomer, and he was first in the field." +- "“Don’t neglect the country round,” his advice concluded." - "“The first fine afternoon drive up to Fiesole, and round by Settignano, or something of that sort.”" - "“No!” cried a voice from the top of the table. “Mr. Beebe, you are wrong." - The first fine afternoon your ladies must go to Prato.” @@ -114,27 +122,30 @@ expression: chunks - "People told them what to see, when to see it, how to stop the electric trams," - "how to get rid of the beggars, how much to give for a vellum blotter," - "how much the place would grow upon them. The Pension Bertolini had decided, almost enthusiastically, that they would do." -- "Whichever way they looked, kind ladies smiled and shouted at them. And above all rose the voice of the clever lady, crying: “Prato!" -- They must go to Prato. +- "Whichever way they looked, kind ladies smiled and shouted at them." +- "And above all rose the voice of the clever lady, crying: “Prato! They must go to Prato." - That place is too sweetly squalid for words. - "I love it; I revel in shaking off the trammels of respectability, as you know.”" - "The young man named George glanced at the clever lady, and then returned moodily to his plate. Obviously he and his father did not do." - "Lucy, in the midst of her success, found time to wish they did." -- "It gave her no extra pleasure that any one should be left in the cold; and when she rose to go, she turned back and gave the two outsiders" -- a nervous little bow. +- "It gave her no extra pleasure that any one should be left in the cold; and when she rose to go, she turned back and gave the two" +- outsiders a nervous little bow. - "The father did not see it; the son acknowledged it, not by another bow," - but by raising his eyebrows and smiling; he seemed to be smiling across something. -- "She hastened after her cousin, who had already disappeared through the curtains—curtains which smote one in the face, and seemed heavy with more than cloth" -- ". Beyond them stood the unreliable Signora, bowing good-evening to her guests, and supported by ’Enery, her little boy," -- "and Victorier, her daughter. It made a curious little scene, this attempt of the Cockney to convey the grace and geniality of the South." +- "She hastened after her cousin, who had already disappeared through the curtains—curtains which smote one in the face, and seemed heavy with more" +- than cloth. +- "Beyond them stood the unreliable Signora, bowing good-evening to her guests, and supported by ’Enery, her little boy," +- "and Victorier, her daughter." +- "It made a curious little scene, this attempt of the Cockney to convey the grace and geniality of the South." - "And even more curious was the drawing-room, which attempted to rival the solid comfort of a Bloomsbury boarding-house. Was this really Italy?" -- "Miss Bartlett was already seated on a tightly stuffed arm-chair, which had the colour and the contours of a tomato. She was talking to Mr." -- "Beebe, and as she spoke, her long narrow head drove backwards and forwards, slowly, regularly, as though she were demolishing some invisible obstacle." -- "“We are most grateful to you,” she was saying. “The first evening means so much." +- "Miss Bartlett was already seated on a tightly stuffed arm-chair, which had the colour and the contours of a tomato." +- She was talking to Mr. +- "Beebe, and as she spoke, her long narrow head drove backwards and forwards, slowly, regularly, as though she were demolishing some invisible obstacle" +- ". “We are most grateful to you,” she was saying. “The first evening means so much." - "When you arrived we were in for a peculiarly _mauvais quart d’heure_.”\n\nHe expressed his regret." - "“Do you, by any chance, know the name of an old man who sat opposite us at dinner?”\n\n“Emerson.”" -- "“Is he a friend of yours?”\n\n“We are friendly—as one is in pensions.”\n\n“Then I will say no more.”" -- "He pressed her very slightly, and she said more." +- "“Is he a friend of yours?”\n\n“We are friendly—as one is in pensions.”" +- "“Then I will say no more.”\n\nHe pressed her very slightly, and she said more." - "“I am, as it were,” she concluded, “the chaperon of my young cousin," - "Lucy, and it would be a serious thing if I put her under an obligation to people of whom we know nothing. His manner was somewhat unfortunate." - I hope I acted for the best.” @@ -150,9 +161,10 @@ expression: chunks - "Lucy was pleased, and said: “I was hoping that he was nice; I do so always hope that people will be nice.”" - “I think he is; nice and tiresome. - "I differ from him on almost every point of any importance, and so, I expect—I may say I hope—you will differ." -- But his is a type one disagrees with rather than deplores. When he first came here he not unnaturally put people’s backs up. -- He has no tact and no manners—I don’t mean by that that he has bad manners—and he will not keep his opinions to himself. -- "We nearly complained about him to our depressing Signora, but I am glad to say we thought better of it.”" +- But his is a type one disagrees with rather than deplores. +- When he first came here he not unnaturally put people’s backs up. +- He has no tact and no manners—I don’t mean by that that he has bad manners—and he will not keep his opinions to +- "himself. We nearly complained about him to our depressing Signora, but I am glad to say we thought better of it.”" - "“Am I to conclude,” said Miss Bartlett, “that he is a Socialist?”" - "Mr. Beebe accepted the convenient word, not without a slight twitching of the lips." - "“And presumably he has brought up his son to be a Socialist, too?”" @@ -175,30 +187,32 @@ expression: chunks - "There was a haze of disapproval in the air, but whether the disapproval was of herself, or of Mr." - "Beebe, or of the fashionable world at Windy Corner, or of the narrow world at Tunbridge Wells, she could not determine." - "She tried to locate it, but as usual she blundered." -- "Miss Bartlett sedulously denied disapproving of any one, and added “I am afraid you are finding me a very depressing companion.”" +- "Miss Bartlett sedulously denied disapproving of any one, and added “I am afraid you are finding me a very depressing companion" +- ".”" - "And the girl again thought: “I must have been selfish or unkind; I must be more careful." - "It is so dreadful for Charlotte, being poor.”" -- "Fortunately one of the little old ladies, who for some time had been smiling very benignly, now approached and asked if she might be allowed to sit where" -- Mr. Beebe had sat. -- "Permission granted, she began to chatter gently about Italy, the plunge it had been to come there, the gratifying success of the" -- "plunge, the improvement in her sister’s health, the necessity of closing the bed-room windows at night, and of thoroughly emptying the water" -- "-bottles in the morning." -- "She handled her subjects agreeably, and they were, perhaps, more worthy of attention than the high discourse upon Guelfs and Ghibellines which was" -- proceeding tempestuously at the other end of the room. -- "It was a real catastrophe, not a mere episode, that evening of hers at Venice, when she had found in her bedroom something that is one worse" -- "than a flea,\nthough one better than something else." +- "Fortunately one of the little old ladies, who for some time had been smiling very benignly, now approached and asked if she might be allowed to" +- sit where Mr. Beebe had sat. +- "Permission granted, she began to chatter gently about Italy, the plunge it had been to come there, the gratifying success of" +- "the plunge, the improvement in her sister’s health, the necessity of closing the bed-room windows at night, and of thoroughly" +- emptying the water-bottles in the morning. +- "She handled her subjects agreeably, and they were, perhaps, more worthy of attention than the high discourse upon Guelfs and Ghibellines" +- which was proceeding tempestuously at the other end of the room. +- "It was a real catastrophe, not a mere episode, that evening of hers at Venice, when she had found in her bedroom something that is" +- "one worse than a flea,\nthough one better than something else." - “But here you are as safe as in England. Signora Bertolini is so English.” - "“Yet our rooms smell,” said poor Lucy. “We dread going to bed.”" - "“Ah, then you look into the court.” She sighed. “If only Mr. Emerson was more tactful!" - "We were so sorry for you at dinner.”\n\n“I think he was meaning to be kind.”" - "“Undoubtedly he was,” said Miss Bartlett." -- "“Mr. Beebe has just been scolding me for my suspicious nature. Of course, I was holding back on my cousin’s account.”" +- “Mr. Beebe has just been scolding me for my suspicious nature. +- "Of course, I was holding back on my cousin’s account.”" - "“Of course,” said the little old lady; and they murmured that one could not be too careful with a young girl." - "Lucy tried to look demure, but could not help feeling a great fool." - "No one was careful with her at home; or, at all events, she had not noticed it." - “About old Mr. Emerson—I hardly know. -- "No, he is not tactful; yet, have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet" -- at the same time—beautiful?” +- "No, he is not tactful; yet, have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate," +- and yet at the same time—beautiful?” - "“Beautiful?” said Miss Bartlett, puzzled at the word. “Are not beauty and delicacy the same?”" - "“So one would have thought,” said the other helplessly. “But things are so difficult, I sometimes think.”" - "She proceeded no further into things, for Mr. Beebe reappeared, looking extremely pleasant." @@ -207,17 +221,19 @@ expression: chunks - He has let me come and ask you. He would be so pleased.” - "“Oh, Charlotte,” cried Lucy to her cousin, “we must have the rooms now." - "The old man is just as nice and kind as he can be.”\n\nMiss Bartlett was silent." -- "“I fear,” said Mr. Beebe, after a pause, “that I have been officious. I must apologize for my interference.”" +- "“I fear,” said Mr. Beebe, after a pause, “that I have been officious." +- I must apologize for my interference.” - "Gravely displeased, he turned to go." - "Not till then did Miss Bartlett reply: “My own wishes, dearest Lucy, are unimportant in comparison with yours." - "It would be hard indeed if I stopped you doing as you liked at Florence, when I am only here through your kindness." - "If you wish me to turn these gentlemen out of their rooms, I will do it. Would you then," - "Mr. Beebe, kindly tell Mr." - "Emerson that I accept his kind offer, and then conduct him to me, in order that I may thank him personally?”" -- "She raised her voice as she spoke; it was heard all over the drawing-room, and silenced the Guelfs and the Ghibellines." -- "The clergyman, inwardly cursing the female sex, bowed, and departed with her message." -- "“Remember, Lucy, I alone am implicated in this. I do not wish the acceptance to come from you. Grant me that, at all events.”" -- "Mr. Beebe was back, saying rather nervously:\n\n“Mr. Emerson is engaged, but here is his son instead.”" +- "She raised her voice as she spoke; it was heard all over the drawing-room, and silenced the Guelfs and the" +- "Ghibellines. The clergyman, inwardly cursing the female sex, bowed, and departed with her message." +- "“Remember, Lucy, I alone am implicated in this. I do not wish the acceptance to come from you." +- "Grant me that, at all events.”\n\nMr. Beebe was back, saying rather nervously:" +- "“Mr. Emerson is engaged, but here is his son instead.”" - "The young man gazed down on the three ladies, who felt seated on the floor, so low were their chairs." - "“My father,” he said, “is in his bath, so you cannot thank him personally." - But any message given by you to me will be given by me to him as soon as he comes out.” @@ -228,8 +244,8 @@ expression: chunks - "“In half an hour or so your rooms will be ready,” said Mr. Beebe." - "Then looking rather thoughtfully at the two cousins, he retired to his own rooms, to write up his philosophic diary." - "“Oh, dear!” breathed the little old lady, and shuddered as if all the winds of heaven had entered the apartment." -- "“Gentlemen sometimes do not realize—” Her voice faded away, but Miss Bartlett seemed to understand and a conversation developed, in which gentlemen who did not thoroughly realize" -- "played a principal part. Lucy, not realizing either, was reduced to literature. Taking up Baedeker’s Handbook to Northern Italy," +- "“Gentlemen sometimes do not realize—” Her voice faded away, but Miss Bartlett seemed to understand and a conversation developed, in which gentlemen who did not" +- "thoroughly realize played a principal part. Lucy, not realizing either, was reduced to literature. Taking up Baedeker’s Handbook to Northern Italy," - she committed to memory the most important dates of Florentine History. - For she was determined to enjoy herself on the morrow. - "Thus the half-hour crept profitably away, and at last Miss Bartlett rose with a sigh, and said:" @@ -249,13 +265,13 @@ expression: chunks - Beebe is a guarantee of a sort that they will not presume on this.” - "“Mother wouldn’t mind I’m sure,” said Lucy, but again had the sense of larger and unsuspected issues." - "Miss Bartlett only sighed, and enveloped her in a protecting embrace as she wished her good-night." -- "It gave Lucy the sensation of a fog, and when she reached her own room she opened the window and breathed the clean night air, thinking of the kind old" -- "man who had enabled her to see the lights dancing in the Arno and the cypresses of San Miniato," +- "It gave Lucy the sensation of a fog, and when she reached her own room she opened the window and breathed the clean night air, thinking of the" +- "kind old man who had enabled her to see the lights dancing in the Arno and the cypresses of San Miniato," - "and the foot-hills of the Apennines, black against the rising moon." -- "Miss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the cupboards" -- "led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances." -- "It was then that she saw, pinned up over the washstand, a sheet of paper on which was scrawled an enormous note of interrogation." -- Nothing more. +- "Miss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the" +- "cupboards led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances." +- "It was then that she saw, pinned up over the washstand, a sheet of paper on which was scrawled an enormous note of interrogation" +- ". Nothing more." - "“What does it mean?” she thought, and she examined it carefully by the light of a candle." - "Meaningless at first, it gradually became menacing," - "obnoxious, portentous with evil." @@ -264,25 +280,26 @@ expression: chunks - "So she unpinned it carefully, and put it between two pieces of blotting-paper to keep it clean for him." - "Then she completed her inspection of the room, sighed heavily according to her habit, and went to bed." - Chapter II In Santa Croce with No Baedeker -- "It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not" -- ; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. +- "It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they" +- are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. - "It was pleasant, too," -- "to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite," -- "and close below, the Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road." -- "Over the river men were at work with spades and sieves on the sandy foreshore, and on the river was a boat, also diligently employed" -- for some mysterious end. An electric tram came rushing underneath the window. +- "to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches" +- "opposite, and close below, the Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road." +- "Over the river men were at work with spades and sieves on the sandy foreshore, and on the river was a boat, also" +- diligently employed for some mysterious end. An electric tram came rushing underneath the window. - "No one was inside it, except one tourist; but its platforms were overflowing with Italians, who preferred to stand." - "Children tried to hang on behind, and the conductor, with no malice, spat in their faces to make them let go." - "Then soldiers appeared—good-looking," -- "undersized men—wearing each a knapsack covered with mangy fur, and a great-coat which had been cut for some larger soldier." -- "Beside them walked officers, looking foolish and fierce, and before them went little boys, turning somersaults in time with the band." +- "undersized men—wearing each a knapsack covered with mangy fur, and a great-coat which had been cut for some larger" +- "soldier. Beside them walked officers, looking foolish and fierce, and before them went little boys, turning somersaults in time with the band." - "The tramcar became entangled in their ranks, and moved on painfully, like a caterpillar in a swarm of ants." - "One of the little boys fell down, and some white bullocks came out of an archway." - "Indeed, if it had not been for the good advice of an old man who was selling button-hooks, the road might never have got clear." -- "Over such trivialities as these many a valuable hour may slip away, and the traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values of" -- "Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under it." -- "So it was as well that Miss Bartlett should tap and come in, and having commented on Lucy’s leaving the door unlocked, and on her leaning out of" -- "the window before she was fully dressed, should urge her to hasten herself, or the best of the day would be gone." +- "Over such trivialities as these many a valuable hour may slip away, and the traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values" +- "of Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under it" +- "." +- "So it was as well that Miss Bartlett should tap and come in, and having commented on Lucy’s leaving the door unlocked, and on her leaning" +- "out of the window before she was fully dressed, should urge her to hasten herself, or the best of the day would be gone." - "By the time Lucy was ready her cousin had done her breakfast, and was listening to the clever lady among the crumbs." - "A conversation then ensued, on not unfamiliar lines. Miss Bartlett was," - "after all, a wee bit tired, and thought they had better spend the morning settling in; unless Lucy would at all like to go out?" @@ -292,11 +309,12 @@ expression: chunks - At this point the clever lady broke in. - "“If it is Mrs. Grundy who is troubling you, I do assure you that you can neglect the good person." - "Being English, Miss Honeychurch will be perfectly safe. Italians understand." -- "A dear friend of mine, Contessa Baroncelli, has two daughters, and when she cannot send a maid to school with them, she lets them" -- "go in sailor-hats instead. Every one takes them for English, you see, especially if their hair is strained tightly behind.”" +- "A dear friend of mine, Contessa Baroncelli, has two daughters, and when she cannot send a maid to school with them, she" +- "lets them go in sailor-hats instead. Every one takes them for English, you see, especially if their hair is strained tightly behind.”" - Miss Bartlett was unconvinced by the safety of Contessa Baroncelli’s daughters. - "She was determined to take Lucy herself, her head not being so very bad." -- "The clever lady then said that she was going to spend a long morning in Santa Croce, and if Lucy would come too, she would be delighted." +- "The clever lady then said that she was going to spend a long morning in Santa Croce, and if Lucy would come too, she would be" +- delighted. - "“I will take you by a dear dirty back way, Miss Honeychurch, and if you bring me luck, we shall have an adventure.”" - "Lucy said that this was most kind, and at once opened the Baedeker, to see where Santa Croce was." - "“Tut, tut! Miss Lucy! I hope we shall soon emancipate you from Baedeker." @@ -312,13 +330,13 @@ expression: chunks - "Then Miss Lavish darted under the archway of the white bullocks, and she stopped, and she cried:" - "“A smell! a true Florentine smell! Every city, let me teach you, has its own smell.”" - "“Is it a very nice smell?” said Lucy, who had inherited from her mother a distaste to dirt." -- "“One doesn’t come to Italy for niceness,” was the retort; “one comes for life. Buon giorno!" -- Buon giorno!” bowing right and left. “Look at that adorable wine-cart! +- "“One doesn’t come to Italy for niceness,” was the retort; “one comes for life." +- Buon giorno! Buon giorno!” bowing right and left. “Look at that adorable wine-cart! - "How the driver stares at us, dear, simple soul!”" - "So Miss Lavish proceeded through the streets of the city of Florence," - "short, fidgety, and playful as a kitten, though without a kitten’s grace." -- "It was a treat for the girl to be with any one so clever and so cheerful; and a blue military cloak, such as an Italian officer wears," -- only increased the sense of festivity. +- "It was a treat for the girl to be with any one so clever and so cheerful; and a blue military cloak, such as an Italian officer wears" +- ",\nonly increased the sense of festivity." - “Buon giorno! - "Take the word of an old woman, Miss Lucy: you will never repent of a little civility to your inferiors." - "_That_ is the true democracy. Though I am a real Radical as well. There, now you’re shocked.”" @@ -326,8 +344,8 @@ expression: chunks - "My father always voted for Mr. Gladstone, until he was so dreadful about Ireland.”" - "“I see, I see. And now you have gone over to the enemy.”" - "“Oh, please—! If my father was alive, I am sure he would vote Radical again now that Ireland is all right." -- "And as it is, the glass over our front door was broken last election, and Freddy is sure it was the Tories; but mother says nonsense, a" -- "tramp.”\n\n“Shameful! A manufacturing district, I suppose?”" +- "And as it is, the glass over our front door was broken last election, and Freddy is sure it was the Tories; but mother says nonsense" +- ", a tramp.”\n\n“Shameful! A manufacturing district, I suppose?”" - "“No—in the Surrey hills. About five miles from Dorking, looking over the Weald.”" - "Miss Lavish seemed interested, and slackened her trot." - “What a delightful part; I know it so well. It is full of the very nicest people. @@ -337,8 +355,8 @@ expression: chunks - "“Hardly any,” said Lucy, fearful of being thought a snob." - "“Only thirty acres—just the garden, all downhill, and some fields.”" - "Miss Lavish was not disgusted, and said it was just the size of her aunt’s Suffolk estate. Italy receded." -- "They tried to remember the last name of Lady Louisa someone, who had taken a house near Summer Street the other year, but she had not liked it, which" -- "was odd of her. And just as Miss Lavish had got the name, she broke off and exclaimed:" +- "They tried to remember the last name of Lady Louisa someone, who had taken a house near Summer Street the other year, but she had not liked it" +- ", which was odd of her. And just as Miss Lavish had got the name, she broke off and exclaimed:" - “Bless us! Bless us and save us! We’ve lost the way.” - "Certainly they had seemed a long time in reaching Santa Croce, the tower of which had been plainly visible from the landing window." - "But Miss Lavish had said so much about knowing her Florence by heart, that Lucy had followed her with no misgivings." @@ -350,32 +368,36 @@ expression: chunks - "And no, you are not, not, _not_ to look at your Baedeker." - Give it to me; I shan’t let you carry it. We will simply drift.” - "Accordingly they drifted through a series of those grey-brown streets," -- "neither commodious nor picturesque, in which the eastern quarter of the city abounds. Lucy soon lost interest in the discontent of Lady Louisa," +- "neither commodious nor picturesque, in which the eastern quarter of the city abounds." +- "Lucy soon lost interest in the discontent of Lady Louisa," - and became discontented herself. For one ravishing moment Italy appeared. -- She stood in the Square of the Annunziata and saw in the living terra-cotta those divine babies whom no cheap reproduction can ever stale -- ". There they stood, with their shining limbs bursting from the garments of charity, and their strong white arms extended against circlets of heaven." -- "Lucy thought she had never seen anything more beautiful; but Miss Lavish, with a shriek of dismay, dragged her forward, declaring that they were" -- out of their path now by at least a mile. -- "The hour was approaching at which the continental breakfast begins, or rather ceases, to tell, and the ladies bought some hot chestnut paste out of a little shop" -- ", because it looked so typical. It tasted partly of the paper in which it was wrapped, partly of hair oil, partly of the great unknown." +- She stood in the Square of the Annunziata and saw in the living terra-cotta those divine babies whom no cheap reproduction can ever +- "stale. There they stood, with their shining limbs bursting from the garments of charity, and their strong white arms extended against circlets of heaven." +- "Lucy thought she had never seen anything more beautiful; but Miss Lavish, with a shriek of dismay, dragged her forward, declaring that" +- they were out of their path now by at least a mile. +- "The hour was approaching at which the continental breakfast begins, or rather ceases, to tell, and the ladies bought some hot chestnut paste out of a" +- "little shop, because it looked so typical." +- "It tasted partly of the paper in which it was wrapped, partly of hair oil, partly of the great unknown." - "But it gave them strength to drift into another Piazza," - "large and dusty, on the farther side of which rose a black-and-white façade of surpassing ugliness." - Miss Lavish spoke to it dramatically. It was Santa Croce. The adventure was over. -- "“Stop a minute; let those two people go on, or I shall have to speak to them. I do detest conventional intercourse. Nasty!" -- "they are going into the church, too. Oh, the Britisher abroad!”" +- "“Stop a minute; let those two people go on, or I shall have to speak to them. I do detest conventional intercourse." +- "Nasty! they are going into the church, too. Oh, the Britisher abroad!”" - “We sat opposite them at dinner last night. They have given us their rooms. They were so very kind.” - “Look at their figures!” laughed Miss Lavish. “They walk through my Italy like a pair of cows. -- "It’s very naughty of me, but I would like to set an examination paper at Dover, and turn back every tourist who couldn’t pass it" -- ".”\n\n“What would you ask us?”" -- "Miss Lavish laid her hand pleasantly on Lucy’s arm, as if to suggest that she, at all events, would get full marks." -- "In this exalted mood they reached the steps of the great church, and were about to enter it when Miss Lavish stopped, squeaked," -- "flung up her arms, and cried:\n\n“There goes my local-colour box! I must have a word with him!”" -- "And in a moment she was away over the Piazza, her military cloak flapping in the wind; nor did she slacken speed till she caught up an" -- "old man with white whiskers, and nipped him playfully upon the arm." +- "It’s very naughty of me, but I would like to set an examination paper at Dover, and turn back every tourist who couldn’t" +- "pass it.”\n\n“What would you ask us?”" +- "Miss Lavish laid her hand pleasantly on Lucy’s arm, as if to suggest that she, at all events, would get full marks" +- "." +- "In this exalted mood they reached the steps of the great church, and were about to enter it when Miss Lavish stopped," +- "squeaked, flung up her arms, and cried:\n\n“There goes my local-colour box! I must have a word with him!”" +- "And in a moment she was away over the Piazza, her military cloak flapping in the wind; nor did she slacken speed till she caught" +- "up an old man with white whiskers, and nipped him playfully upon the arm." - Lucy waited for nearly ten minutes. Then she began to get tired. - "The beggars worried her, the dust blew in her eyes, and she remembered that a young girl ought not to loiter in public places." - "She descended slowly into the Piazza with the intention of rejoining Miss Lavish, who was really almost too original." -- "But at that moment Miss Lavish and her local-colour box moved also, and disappeared down a side street, both gesticulating largely." +- "But at that moment Miss Lavish and her local-colour box moved also, and disappeared down a side street, both gesticulating largely" +- "." - "Tears of indignation came to Lucy’s eyes partly because Miss Lavish had jilted her, partly because she had taken her" - Baedeker. How could she find her way home? How could she find her way about in Santa Croce? - "Her first morning was ruined, and she might never be in Florence again. A few minutes ago she had been all high spirits," @@ -383,50 +405,54 @@ expression: chunks - "Now she entered the church depressed and humiliated, not even able to remember whether it was built by the Franciscans or the Dominicans." - "Of course, it must be a wonderful building. But how like a barn! And how very cold!" - "Of course, it contained frescoes by Giotto, in the presence of whose tactile values she was capable of feeling what was proper." -- "But who was to tell her which they were? She walked about disdainfully, unwilling to be enthusiastic over monuments of uncertain authorship or date." -- "There was no one even to tell her which, of all the sepulchral slabs that paved the nave and transepts, was the one" -- "that was really beautiful, the one that had been most praised by Mr. Ruskin." +- But who was to tell her which they were? +- "She walked about disdainfully, unwilling to be enthusiastic over monuments of uncertain authorship or date." +- "There was no one even to tell her which, of all the sepulchral slabs that paved the nave and transepts, was" +- "the one that was really beautiful, the one that had been most praised by Mr. Ruskin." - "Then the pernicious charm of Italy worked on her, and, instead of acquiring information, she began to be happy." -- "She puzzled out the Italian notices—the notices that forbade people to introduce dogs into the church—the notice that prayed people, in the interest of health" -- "and out of respect to the sacred edifice in which they found themselves," +- "She puzzled out the Italian notices—the notices that forbade people to introduce dogs into the church—the notice that prayed people, in the interest" +- "of health and out of respect to the sacred edifice in which they found themselves," - "not to spit. She watched the tourists; their noses were as red as their Baedekers, so cold was Santa Croce." -- She beheld the horrible fate that overtook three Papists—two he-babies and a she-baby—who began their career by sousing each -- "other with the Holy Water, and then proceeded to the Machiavelli memorial, dripping but hallowed." -- "Advancing towards it very slowly and from immense distances, they touched the stone with their fingers, with their handkerchiefs, with their heads, and then retreated" -- ". What could this mean? They did it again and again." +- She beheld the horrible fate that overtook three Papists—two he-babies and a she-baby—who began their career by +- "sousing each other with the Holy Water, and then proceeded to the Machiavelli memorial, dripping but hallowed." +- "Advancing towards it very slowly and from immense distances, they touched the stone with their fingers, with their handkerchiefs, with their heads, and" +- then retreated. What could this mean? They did it again and again. - "Then Lucy realized that they had mistaken Machiavelli for some saint, hoping to acquire virtue. Punishment followed quickly." - The smallest he-baby stumbled over one of the sepulchral slabs so much admired by Mr. - "Ruskin, and entangled his feet in the features of a recumbent bishop." - "Protestant as she was, Lucy darted forward. She was too late. He fell heavily upon the prelate’s upturned toes." - "“Hateful bishop!” exclaimed the voice of old Mr. Emerson, who had darted forward also. “Hard in life, hard in death." -- "Go out into the sunshine, little boy, and kiss your hand to the sun, for that is where you ought to be. Intolerable bishop!”" -- "The child screamed frantically at these words, and at these dreadful people who picked him up, dusted him, rubbed his bruises, and told him not to be" -- superstitious. +- "Go out into the sunshine, little boy, and kiss your hand to the sun, for that is where you ought to be." +- Intolerable bishop!” +- "The child screamed frantically at these words, and at these dreadful people who picked him up, dusted him, rubbed his bruises, and told him not" +- to be superstitious. - "“Look at him!” said Mr. Emerson to Lucy. “Here’s a mess: a baby hurt," - "cold, and frightened! But what else can you expect from a church?”" - The child’s legs had become as melting wax. Each time that old Mr. -- "Emerson and Lucy set it erect it collapsed with a roar. Fortunately an Italian lady, who ought to have been saying her prayers, came to the rescue." -- "By some mysterious virtue, which mothers alone possess, she stiffened the little boy’s back-bone and imparted strength to his knees. He stood." -- "Still gibbering with agitation, he walked away." +- Emerson and Lucy set it erect it collapsed with a roar. +- "Fortunately an Italian lady, who ought to have been saying her prayers, came to the rescue." +- "By some mysterious virtue, which mothers alone possess, she stiffened the little boy’s back-bone and imparted strength to his knees." +- "He stood. Still gibbering with agitation, he walked away." - "“You are a clever woman,” said Mr. Emerson. “You have done more than all the relics in the world." -- "I am not of your creed, but I do believe in those who make their fellow-creatures happy. There is no scheme of the universe—”" -- "He paused for a phrase.\n\n“Niente,” said the Italian lady, and returned to her prayers." -- "“I’m not sure she understands English,” suggested Lucy." +- "I am not of your creed, but I do believe in those who make their fellow-creatures happy." +- "There is no scheme of the universe—”\n\nHe paused for a phrase." +- "“Niente,” said the Italian lady, and returned to her prayers.\n\n“I’m not sure she understands English,” suggested Lucy." - In her chastened mood she no longer despised the Emersons. - "She was determined to be gracious to them, beautiful rather than delicate, and," - "if possible, to erase Miss Bartlett’s civility by some gracious reference to the pleasant rooms." - "“That woman understands everything,” was Mr. Emerson’s reply. “But what are you doing here? Are you doing the church?" - Are you through with the church?” - "“No,” cried Lucy, remembering her grievance." -- "“I came here with Miss Lavish, who was to explain everything; and just by the door—it is too bad!—she simply ran away" -- ", and after waiting quite a time, I had to come in by myself.”\n\n“Why shouldn’t you?” said Mr. Emerson." +- "“I came here with Miss Lavish, who was to explain everything; and just by the door—it is too bad!—she simply" +- "ran away, and after waiting quite a time, I had to come in by myself.”" +- “Why shouldn’t you?” said Mr. Emerson. - "“Yes, why shouldn’t you come by yourself?” said the son, addressing the young lady for the first time." - “But Miss Lavish has even taken away Baedeker.” - “Baedeker?” said Mr. Emerson. “I’m glad it’s _that_ you minded. - "It’s worth minding, the loss of a Baedeker. _That’s_ worth minding.”" - "Lucy was puzzled. She was again conscious of some new idea, and was not sure whither it would lead her." -- "“If you’ve no Baedeker,” said the son, “you’d better join us.” Was this where the idea would lead?" -- She took refuge in her dignity. +- "“If you’ve no Baedeker,” said the son, “you’d better join us.”" +- Was this where the idea would lead? She took refuge in her dignity. - "“Thank you very much, but I could not think of that. I hope you do not suppose that I came to join on to you." - "I really came to help with the child, and to thank you for so kindly giving us your rooms last night." - I hope that you have not been put to any great inconvenience.” @@ -435,20 +461,21 @@ expression: chunks - "but you are not really. Stop being so tiresome, and tell me instead what part of the church you want to see." - To take you to it will be a real pleasure.” - "Now, this was abominably impertinent, and she ought to have been furious." -- But it is sometimes as difficult to lose one’s temper as it is difficult at other times to keep it. Lucy could not get cross. Mr. +- But it is sometimes as difficult to lose one’s temper as it is difficult at other times to keep it. Lucy could not get cross. +- Mr. - "Emerson was an old man, and surely a girl might humour him." -- "On the other hand, his son was a young man, and she felt that a girl ought to be offended with him, or at all events be offended before" -- him. It was at him that she gazed before replying. +- "On the other hand, his son was a young man, and she felt that a girl ought to be offended with him, or at all events be" +- offended before him. It was at him that she gazed before replying. - "“I am not touchy, I hope." - "It is the Giottos that I want to see, if you will kindly tell me which they are.”" -- "The son nodded. With a look of sombre satisfaction, he led the way to the Peruzzi Chapel. There was a hint of the teacher about him." -- She felt like a child in school who had answered a question rightly. -- "The chapel was already filled with an earnest congregation, and out of them rose the voice of a lecturer, directing them how to worship Giotto, not by" -- "tactful valuations, but by the standards of the spirit." +- "The son nodded. With a look of sombre satisfaction, he led the way to the Peruzzi Chapel." +- There was a hint of the teacher about him. She felt like a child in school who had answered a question rightly. +- "The chapel was already filled with an earnest congregation, and out of them rose the voice of a lecturer, directing them how to worship Giotto," +- "not by tactful valuations, but by the standards of the spirit." - "“Remember,” he was saying, “the facts about this church of Santa Croce;" - "how it was built by faith in the full fervour of medievalism, before any taint of the Renaissance had appeared." -- "Observe how Giotto in these frescoes—now, unhappily, ruined by restoration—is untroubled by the snares" -- "of anatomy and perspective. Could anything be more majestic," +- "Observe how Giotto in these frescoes—now, unhappily, ruined by restoration—is untroubled by the" +- "snares of anatomy and perspective. Could anything be more majestic," - "more pathetic, beautiful, true? How little, we feel, avails knowledge and technical cleverness against a man who truly feels!”" - "“No!” exclaimed Mr. Emerson, in much too loud a voice for church." - “Remember nothing of the sort! Built by faith indeed! That simply means the workmen weren’t paid properly. @@ -460,10 +487,11 @@ expression: chunks - They were so serious and so strange that she could not remember how to behave. - "“Now, did this happen, or didn’t it? Yes or no?”\n\nGeorge replied:" - "“It happened like this, if it happened at all." -- I would rather go up to heaven by myself than be pushed by cherubs; and if I got there I should like my friends to lean out of -- "it, just as they do here.”" +- I would rather go up to heaven by myself than be pushed by cherubs; and if I got there I should like my friends to lean +- "out of it, just as they do here.”" - "“You will never go up,” said his father." -- "“You and I, dear boy, will lie at peace in the earth that bore us, and our names will disappear as surely as our work survives.”" +- "“You and I, dear boy, will lie at peace in the earth that bore us, and our names will disappear as surely as our work survives" +- ".”" - "“Some of the people can only see the empty grave, not the saint," - "whoever he is, going up. It did happen like that, if it happened at all.”" - "“Pardon me,” said a frigid voice. “The chapel is somewhat small for two parties." @@ -479,16 +507,18 @@ expression: chunks - Eager. Why did he go? Did we talk too loud? How vexatious. I shall go and say we are sorry. - "Hadn’t I better? Then perhaps he will come back.”\n\n“He will not come back,” said George." - "But Mr. Emerson, contrite and unhappy, hurried away to apologize to the Rev. Cuthbert Eager." -- "Lucy, apparently absorbed in a lunette, could hear the lecture again interrupted, the anxious, aggressive voice of the old man, the curt, injured" -- "replies of his opponent. The son, who took every little contretemps as if it were a tragedy, was listening also." +- "Lucy, apparently absorbed in a lunette, could hear the lecture again interrupted, the anxious, aggressive voice of the old man, the curt" +- ", injured replies of his opponent. The son, who took every little contretemps as if it were a tragedy, was listening also." - "“My father has that effect on nearly everyone,” he informed her. “He will try to be kind.”" - "“I hope we all try,” said she, smiling nervously." - “Because we think it improves our characters. - "But he is kind to people because he loves them; and they find him out, and are offended, or frightened.”" - “How silly of them!” -- "said Lucy, though in her heart she sympathized; “I think that a kind action done tactfully—”\n\n“Tact!”" +- "said Lucy, though in her heart she sympathized; “I think that a kind action done tactfully—”" +- “Tact!” - He threw up his head in disdain. Apparently she had given the wrong answer. She watched the singular creature pace up and down the chapel. -- "For a young man his face was rugged, and—until the shadows fell upon it—hard. Enshadowed, it sprang into tenderness." +- "For a young man his face was rugged, and—until the shadows fell upon it—hard." +- "Enshadowed, it sprang into tenderness." - "She saw him once again at Rome, on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, carrying a burden of acorns." - "Healthy and muscular, he yet gave her the feeling of greyness," - of tragedy that might only find solution in the night. The feeling soon passed; it was unlike her to have entertained anything so subtle. @@ -496,15 +526,15 @@ expression: chunks - "and she could re-enter the world of rapid talk, which was alone familiar to her." - “Were you snubbed?” asked his son tranquilly. - “But we have spoilt the pleasure of I don’t know how many people. They won’t come back.” -- “...full of innate sympathy...quickness to perceive good in others...vision of the brotherhood of man... -- ” Scraps of the lecture on St. Francis came floating round the partition wall. +- “...full of innate sympathy...quickness to perceive good in others...vision of the brotherhood of man. +- "..” Scraps of the lecture on St. Francis came floating round the partition wall." - "“Don’t let us spoil yours,” he continued to Lucy. “Have you looked at those saints?”" - "“Yes,” said Lucy. “They are lovely. Do you know which is the tombstone that is praised in Ruskin?”" - "He did not know, and suggested that they should try to guess it." -- "George, rather to her relief, refused to move, and she and the old man wandered not unpleasantly about Santa Croce, which, though it is" -- "like a barn, has harvested many beautiful things inside its walls." -- "There were also beggars to avoid and guides to dodge round the pillars, and an old lady with her dog, and here and there a priest" -- modestly edging to his Mass through the groups of tourists. But Mr. Emerson was only half interested. +- "George, rather to her relief, refused to move, and she and the old man wandered not unpleasantly about Santa Croce, which, though" +- "it is like a barn, has harvested many beautiful things inside its walls." +- "There were also beggars to avoid and guides to dodge round the pillars, and an old lady with her dog, and here and there a" +- priest modestly edging to his Mass through the groups of tourists. But Mr. Emerson was only half interested. - "He watched the lecturer, whose success he believed he had impaired, and then he anxiously watched his son." - “Why will he look at that fresco?” he said uneasily. “I saw nothing in it.” - "“I like Giotto,” she replied. “It is so wonderful what they say about his tactile values." @@ -514,13 +544,13 @@ expression: chunks - "Lucy again felt that this did not do.\n\n“In Hell,” he repeated. “He’s unhappy.”" - "“Oh, dear!” said Lucy." - “How can he be unhappy when he is strong and alive? What more is one to give him? -- And think how he has been brought up—free from all the superstition and ignorance that lead men to hate one another in the name of God. -- "With such an education as that, I thought he was bound to grow up happy.”" +- And think how he has been brought up—free from all the superstition and ignorance that lead men to hate one another in the name of God +- ". With such an education as that, I thought he was bound to grow up happy.”" - "She was no theologian, but she felt that here was a very foolish old man, as well as a very irreligious one." - "She also felt that her mother might not like her talking to that kind of person, and that Charlotte would object most strongly." - “What are we to do with him?” he asked. -- "“He comes out for his holiday to Italy, and behaves—like that; like the little child who ought to have been playing, and who hurt himself" -- "upon the tombstone. Eh? What did you say?”\n\nLucy had made no suggestion. Suddenly he said:" +- "“He comes out for his holiday to Italy, and behaves—like that; like the little child who ought to have been playing, and who" +- "hurt himself upon the tombstone. Eh? What did you say?”\n\nLucy had made no suggestion. Suddenly he said:" - “Now don’t be stupid over this. - "I don’t require you to fall in love with my boy, but I do think you might try and understand him." - "You are nearer his age, and if you let yourself go I am sure you are sensible." @@ -530,34 +560,38 @@ expression: chunks - and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them. By understanding George you may learn to understand yourself. - "It will be good for both of you.”\n\nTo this extraordinary speech Lucy found no answer." - “I only know what it is that’s wrong with him; not why it is.” -- "“And what is it?” asked Lucy fearfully, expecting some harrowing tale.\n\n“The old trouble; things won’t fit.”" -- "“What things?”\n\n“The things of the universe. It is quite true. They don’t.”" +- "“And what is it?” asked Lucy fearfully, expecting some harrowing tale." +- "“The old trouble; things won’t fit.”\n\n“What things?”" +- “The things of the universe. It is quite true. They don’t.” - "“Oh, Mr. Emerson, whatever do you mean?”" - "In his ordinary voice, so that she scarcely realized he was quoting poetry, he said:" - "“‘From far, from eve and morning,\n And yon twelve-winded sky," - "The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I’" - "George and I both know this, but why does it distress him?" - "We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a" -- "blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice." -- "I don’t believe in this world sorrow.”\n\nMiss Honeychurch assented." +- blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? +- "Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice. I don’t believe in this world sorrow.”" +- Miss Honeychurch assented. - “Then make my boy think like us. -- "Make him realize that by the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes—a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.”" -- "Suddenly she laughed; surely one ought to laugh. A young man melancholy because the universe wouldn’t fit, because life was a tangle or a wind," -- "or a Yes, or something!" +- "Make him realize that by the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes—a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes." +- ” +- Suddenly she laughed; surely one ought to laugh. +- "A young man melancholy because the universe wouldn’t fit, because life was a tangle or a wind,\nor a Yes, or something!" - "“I’m very sorry,” she cried." -- "“You’ll think me unfeeling, but—but—” Then she became matronly. “Oh, but your son wants employment." -- Has he no particular hobby? +- "“You’ll think me unfeeling, but—but—” Then she became matronly." +- "“Oh, but your son wants employment. Has he no particular hobby?" - "Why, I myself have worries, but I can generally forget them at the piano; and collecting stamps did no end of good for my brother." - Perhaps Italy bores him; you ought to try the Alps or the Lakes.” - "The old man’s face saddened, and he touched her gently with his hand." - This did not alarm her; she thought that her advice had impressed him and that he was thanking her for it. - "Indeed, he no longer alarmed her at all; she regarded him as a kind thing, but quite silly." - "Her feelings were as inflated spiritually as they had been an hour ago esthetically," -- "before she lost Baedeker. The dear George, now striding towards them over the tombstones, seemed both pitiable and absurd. He approached," -- "his face in the shadow. He said:\n\n“Miss Bartlett.”" +- "before she lost Baedeker. The dear George, now striding towards them over the tombstones, seemed both pitiable and absurd." +- "He approached,\nhis face in the shadow. He said:\n\n“Miss Bartlett.”" - "“Oh, good gracious me!” said Lucy, suddenly collapsing and again seeing the whole of life in a new perspective. “Where?" - "Where?”\n\n“In the nave.”\n\n“I see. Those gossiping little Miss Alans must have—” She checked herself." -- "“Poor girl!” exploded Mr. Emerson. “Poor girl!”\n\nShe could not let this pass, for it was just what she was feeling herself." +- “Poor girl!” exploded Mr. Emerson. “Poor girl!” +- "She could not let this pass, for it was just what she was feeling herself." - "“Poor girl? I fail to understand the point of that remark. I think myself a very fortunate girl, I assure you." - "I’m thoroughly happy, and having a splendid time. Pray don’t waste time mourning over _me_." - "There’s enough sorrow in the world, isn’t there, without trying to invent it. Good-bye." @@ -567,46 +601,50 @@ expression: chunks - "It so happened that Lucy, who found daily life rather chaotic, entered a more solid world when she opened the piano." - She was then no longer either deferential or patronizing; no longer either a rebel or a slave. - The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected. -- "The commonplace person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean without effort, whilst we look up, marvelling how he has escaped us" -- ", and thinking how we could worship him and love him, would he but translate his visions into human words, and his experiences into human actions." -- "Perhaps he cannot; certainly he does not, or does so very seldom. Lucy had done so never." -- "She was no dazzling _exécutante;_ her runs were not at all like strings of pearls, and she struck no more right notes than" -- was suitable for one of her age and situation. +- "The commonplace person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean without effort, whilst we look up, marvelling how he has" +- "escaped us, and thinking how we could worship him and love him, would he but translate his visions into human words, and his experiences into human actions" +- ".\nPerhaps he cannot; certainly he does not, or does so very seldom. Lucy had done so never." +- "She was no dazzling _exécutante;_ her runs were not at all like strings of pearls, and she struck no more right" +- notes than was suitable for one of her age and situation. - "Nor was she the passionate young lady, who performs so tragically on a summer’s evening with the window open." -- "Passion was there, but it could not be easily labelled; it slipped between love and hatred and jealousy, and all the furniture of the pictorial style" -- ". And she was tragical only in the sense that she was great, for she loved to play on the side of Victory." +- "Passion was there, but it could not be easily labelled; it slipped between love and hatred and jealousy, and all the furniture of the" +- pictorial style. +- "And she was tragical only in the sense that she was great, for she loved to play on the side of Victory." - Victory of what and over what—that is more than the words of daily life can tell us. -- "But that some sonatas of Beethoven are written tragic no one can gainsay; yet they can triumph or despair as the player decides, and Lucy had decided" -- that they should triumph. +- "But that some sonatas of Beethoven are written tragic no one can gainsay; yet they can triumph or despair as the player decides, and Lucy" +- had decided that they should triumph. - "A very wet afternoon at the Bertolini permitted her to do the thing she really liked, and after lunch she opened the little draped piano." -- "A few people lingered round and praised her playing, but finding that she made no reply, dispersed to their rooms to write up their diaries or to sleep." -- She took no notice of Mr. +- "A few people lingered round and praised her playing, but finding that she made no reply, dispersed to their rooms to write up their diaries or to" +- sleep. She took no notice of Mr. - "Emerson looking for his son, nor of Miss Bartlett looking for Miss Lavish, nor of Miss Lavish looking for her cigarette-case." -- "Like every true performer, she was intoxicated by the mere feel of the notes: they were fingers caressing her own; and by touch, not by" -- "sound alone, did she come to her desire." +- "Like every true performer, she was intoxicated by the mere feel of the notes: they were fingers caressing her own; and by touch," +- "not by sound alone, did she come to her desire." - Mr. -- "Beebe, sitting unnoticed in the window, pondered this illogical element in Miss Honeychurch, and recalled the occasion at Tunbridge Wells when he had discovered" -- it. It was at one of those entertainments where the upper classes entertain the lower. +- "Beebe, sitting unnoticed in the window, pondered this illogical element in Miss Honeychurch, and recalled the occasion at Tunbridge Wells when he" +- had discovered it. It was at one of those entertainments where the upper classes entertain the lower. - "The seats were filled with a respectful audience, and the ladies and gentlemen of the parish," - "under the auspices of their vicar, sang, or recited, or imitated the drawing of a champagne cork." - "Among the promised items was “Miss Honeychurch. Piano. Beethoven,” and Mr." -- "Beebe was wondering whether it would be Adelaida, or the march of The Ruins of Athens, when his composure was disturbed by the opening bars" -- "of Opus III. He was in suspense all through the introduction, for not until the pace quickens does one know what the performer intends." -- With the roar of the opening theme he knew that things were going extraordinarily; in the chords that herald the conclusion he heard the hammer strokes of -- victory. -- "He was glad that she only played the first movement, for he could have paid no attention to the winding intricacies of the measures of nine-sixteen" -- ". The audience clapped, no less respectful. It was Mr.\nBeebe who started the stamping; it was all that one could do." -- “Who is she?” he asked the vicar afterwards. +- "Beebe was wondering whether it would be Adelaida, or the march of The Ruins of Athens, when his composure was disturbed by the" +- opening bars of Opus III. +- "He was in suspense all through the introduction, for not until the pace quickens does one know what the performer intends." +- With the roar of the opening theme he knew that things were going extraordinarily; in the chords that herald the conclusion he heard the hammer +- strokes of victory. +- "He was glad that she only played the first movement, for he could have paid no attention to the winding intricacies of the measures of nine" +- "-sixteen. The audience clapped, no less respectful. It was Mr." +- "Beebe who started the stamping; it was all that one could do.\n\n“Who is she?” he asked the vicar afterwards." - “Cousin of one of my parishioners. I do not consider her choice of a piece happy. -- "Beethoven is so usually simple and direct in his appeal that it is sheer perversity to choose a thing like that, which, if anything, disturbs.”" -- "“Introduce me.”\n\n“She will be delighted. She and Miss Bartlett are full of the praises of your sermon.”" +- "Beethoven is so usually simple and direct in his appeal that it is sheer perversity to choose a thing like that, which, if anything, disturbs" +- ".”\n\n“Introduce me.”" +- “She will be delighted. She and Miss Bartlett are full of the praises of your sermon.” - “My sermon?” cried Mr. Beebe. “Why ever did she listen to it?” - "When he was introduced he understood why, for Miss Honeychurch," -- "disjoined from her music stool, was only a young lady with a quantity of dark hair and a very pretty, pale, undeveloped face." -- "She loved going to concerts, she loved stopping with her cousin, she loved iced coffee and meringues." +- "disjoined from her music stool, was only a young lady with a quantity of dark hair and a very pretty, pale, undeveloped face" +- ". She loved going to concerts, she loved stopping with her cousin, she loved iced coffee and meringues." - He did not doubt that she loved his sermon also. -- "But before he left Tunbridge Wells he made a remark to the vicar, which he now made to Lucy herself when she closed the little piano and moved dreamily" -- "towards him:\n\n“If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting both for us and for her.”" +- "But before he left Tunbridge Wells he made a remark to the vicar, which he now made to Lucy herself when she closed the little piano and moved" +- "dreamily towards him:" +- "“If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting both for us and for her.”" - Lucy at once re-entered daily life. - "“Oh, what a funny thing! Some one said just the same to mother, and she said she trusted I should never live a duet.”" - “Doesn’t Mrs. Honeychurch like music?” @@ -623,12 +661,13 @@ expression: chunks - "“What about music?” said Mr. Beebe.\n\n“Poor Charlotte will be sopped,” was Lucy’s reply." - "The expedition was typical of Miss Bartlett, who would return cold," - "tired, hungry, and angelic, with a ruined skirt, a pulpy Baedeker, and a tickling cough in her throat." -- "On another day, when the whole world was singing and the air ran into the mouth, like wine, she would refuse to stir from the drawing-room," -- "saying that she was an old thing, and no fit companion for a hearty girl." +- "On another day, when the whole world was singing and the air ran into the mouth, like wine, she would refuse to stir from the drawing-" +- "room, saying that she was an old thing, and no fit companion for a hearty girl." - “Miss Lavish has led your cousin astray. She hopes to find the true Italy in the wet I believe.” - "“Miss Lavish is so original,” murmured Lucy. This was a stock remark," - the supreme achievement of the Pension Bertolini in the way of definition. Miss Lavish was so original. Mr. -- "Beebe had his doubts, but they would have been put down to clerical narrowness. For that, and for other reasons, he held his peace." +- "Beebe had his doubts, but they would have been put down to clerical narrowness." +- "For that, and for other reasons, he held his peace." - "“Is it true,” continued Lucy in awe-struck tone, “that Miss Lavish is writing a book?”" - "“They do say so.”\n\n“What is it about?”" - "“It will be a novel,” replied Mr. Beebe, “dealing with modern Italy." @@ -644,20 +683,22 @@ expression: chunks - "All his life he had loved to study maiden ladies; they were his specialty, and his profession had provided him with ample opportunities for the work." - "Girls like Lucy were charming to look at," - but Mr. -- "Beebe was, from rather profound reasons, somewhat chilly in his attitude towards the other sex, and preferred to be interested rather than enthralled." +- "Beebe was, from rather profound reasons, somewhat chilly in his attitude towards the other sex, and preferred to be interested rather than" +- enthralled. - "Lucy, for the third time, said that poor Charlotte would be sopped." - "The Arno was rising in flood, washing away the traces of the little carts upon the foreshore." - "But in the south-west there had appeared a dull haze of yellow, which might mean better weather if it did not mean worse." -- "She opened the window to inspect, and a cold blast entered the room, drawing a plaintive cry from Miss Catharine Alan, who entered at the same moment" -- by the door. +- "She opened the window to inspect, and a cold blast entered the room, drawing a plaintive cry from Miss Catharine Alan, who entered at the" +- same moment by the door. - "“Oh, dear Miss Honeychurch, you will catch a chill! And Mr. Beebe here besides. Who would suppose this is Italy?" - There is my sister actually nursing the hot-water can; no comforts or proper provisions.” -- "She sidled towards them and sat down, self-conscious as she always was on entering a room which contained one man, or a man and one woman." -- "“I could hear your beautiful playing, Miss Honeychurch, though I was in my room with the door shut. Doors shut; indeed, most necessary." -- No one has the least idea of privacy in this country. And one person catches it from another.” +- "She sidled towards them and sat down, self-conscious as she always was on entering a room which contained one man, or a man and one" +- woman. +- "“I could hear your beautiful playing, Miss Honeychurch, though I was in my room with the door shut." +- "Doors shut; indeed, most necessary. No one has the least idea of privacy in this country. And one person catches it from another.”" - Lucy answered suitably. Mr. -- "Beebe was not able to tell the ladies of his adventure at Modena, where the chambermaid burst in upon him in his bath, exclaiming" -- "cheerfully, “Fa niente, sono vecchia.”" +- "Beebe was not able to tell the ladies of his adventure at Modena, where the chambermaid burst in upon him in his bath," +- "exclaiming cheerfully, “Fa niente, sono vecchia.”" - "He contented himself with saying: “I quite agree with you, Miss Alan. The Italians are a most unpleasant people." - "They pry everywhere, they see everything," - "and they know what we want before we know it ourselves. We are at their mercy. They read our thoughts, they foretell our desires." @@ -665,13 +706,15 @@ expression: chunks - "Yet in their heart of hearts they are—how superficial! They have no conception of the intellectual life. How right is Signora Bertolini," - "who exclaimed to me the other day: ‘Ho, Mr." - "Beebe, if you knew what I suffer over the children’s edjucaishion." -- _Hi_ won’t ’ave my little Victorier taught by a hignorant Italian what can’t explain nothink!’” -- "Miss Alan did not follow, but gathered that she was being mocked in an agreeable way. Her sister was a little disappointed in Mr. Beebe," +- _Hi_ won’t ’ave my little Victorier taught by a hignorant Italian what can’t explain nothink!’ +- ” +- "Miss Alan did not follow, but gathered that she was being mocked in an agreeable way. Her sister was a little disappointed in Mr." +- "Beebe," - having expected better things from a clergyman whose head was bald and who wore a pair of russet whiskers. - "Indeed, who would have supposed that tolerance, sympathy, and a sense of humour would inhabit that militant form?" - "In the midst of her satisfaction she continued to sidle, and at last the cause was disclosed." -- "From the chair beneath her she extracted a gun-metal cigarette-case, on which were powdered in turquoise the initials “E." -- L.” +- "From the chair beneath her she extracted a gun-metal cigarette-case, on which were powdered in turquoise the initials “E" +- ". L.”" - "“That belongs to Lavish.” said the clergyman. “A good fellow, Lavish," - but I wish she’d start a pipe.” - "“Oh, Mr. Beebe,” said Miss Alan, divided between awe and mirth." @@ -679,22 +722,23 @@ expression: chunks - "She took to it, practically in despair, after her life’s work was carried away in a landslip." - "Surely that makes it more excusable.”\n\n“What was that?” asked Lucy." - Mr. -- "Beebe sat back complacently, and Miss Alan began as follows: “It was a novel—and I am afraid, from what I can gather," -- "not a very nice novel. It is so sad when people who have abilities misuse them, and I must say they nearly always do." -- "Anyhow, she left it almost finished in the Grotto of the Calvary at the Capuccini Hotel at Amalfi while she went for a" -- "little ink. She said: ‘Can I have a little ink, please?’" -- "But you know what Italians are, and meanwhile the Grotto fell roaring on to the beach, and the saddest thing of all is that she cannot" -- "remember what she has written. The poor thing was very ill after it, and so got tempted into cigarettes." +- "Beebe sat back complacently, and Miss Alan began as follows: “It was a novel—and I am afraid, from what I can" +- "gather, not a very nice novel. It is so sad when people who have abilities misuse them, and I must say they nearly always do." +- "Anyhow, she left it almost finished in the Grotto of the Calvary at the Capuccini Hotel at Amalfi while she went" +- "for a little ink. She said: ‘Can I have a little ink, please?’" +- "But you know what Italians are, and meanwhile the Grotto fell roaring on to the beach, and the saddest thing of all is that" +- "she cannot remember what she has written. The poor thing was very ill after it, and so got tempted into cigarettes." - "It is a great secret, but I am glad to say that she is writing another novel." -- She told Teresa and Miss Pole the other day that she had got up all the local colour—this novel is to be about modern Italy; the other was historical -- "—but that she could not start till she had an idea. First she tried Perugia for an inspiration," +- She told Teresa and Miss Pole the other day that she had got up all the local colour—this novel is to be about modern Italy; the other +- "was historical—but that she could not start till she had an idea. First she tried Perugia for an inspiration," - then she came here—this must on no account get round. And so cheerful through it all! - "I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.”" - Miss Alan was always thus being charitable against her better judgement. -- "A delicate pathos perfumed her disconnected remarks, giving them unexpected beauty, just as in the decaying autumn woods there sometimes rise odours reminiscent of spring" -- ". She felt she had made almost too many allowances, and apologized hurriedly for her toleration." -- "“All the same, she is a little too—I hardly like to say unwomanly, but she behaved most strangely when the Emersons arrived." -- "”\n\nMr. Beebe smiled as Miss Alan plunged into an anecdote which he knew she would be unable to finish in the presence of a gentleman." +- "A delicate pathos perfumed her disconnected remarks, giving them unexpected beauty, just as in the decaying autumn woods there sometimes rise odours reminiscent" +- "of spring. She felt she had made almost too many allowances, and apologized hurriedly for her toleration." +- "“All the same, she is a little too—I hardly like to say unwomanly, but she behaved most strangely when the Emersons" +- arrived.” +- Mr. Beebe smiled as Miss Alan plunged into an anecdote which he knew she would be unable to finish in the presence of a gentleman. - "“I don’t know, Miss Honeychurch, if you have noticed that Miss Pole," - "the lady who has so much yellow hair, takes lemonade. That old Mr.\nEmerson, who puts things very strangely—”" - Her jaw dropped. She was silent. Mr. @@ -702,25 +746,26 @@ expression: chunks - "“Stomach. He warned Miss Pole of her stomach-acidity, he called it—and he may have meant to be kind." - I must say I forgot myself and laughed; - "it was so sudden. As Teresa truly said, it was no laughing matter." -- "But the point is that Miss Lavish was positively _attracted_ by his mentioning S., and said she liked plain speaking, and meeting different grades of" -- thought. -- "She thought they were commercial travellers—‘drummers’ was the word she used—and all through dinner she tried to prove that England, our great and beloved" -- "country, rests on nothing but commerce." -- "Teresa was very much annoyed, and left the table before the cheese, saying as she did so: ‘There, Miss Lavish, is one who can" -- "confute you better than I,’ and pointed to that beautiful picture of Lord Tennyson. Then Miss Lavish said: ‘Tut!" -- "The early Victorians.’ Just imagine! ‘Tut! The early Victorians.’ My sister had gone, and I felt bound to speak." -- "I said: ‘Miss Lavish, _I_ am an early Victorian; at least, that is to say, I will hear no breath of" -- censure against our dear Queen.’ It was horrible speaking. -- "I reminded her how the Queen had been to Ireland when she did not want to go, and I must say she was dumbfounded, and made no reply." -- "But, unluckily, Mr. Emerson overheard this part, and called in his deep voice: ‘Quite so, quite so!" +- "But the point is that Miss Lavish was positively _attracted_ by his mentioning S., and said she liked plain speaking, and meeting different" +- grades of thought. +- "She thought they were commercial travellers—‘drummers’ was the word she used—and all through dinner she tried to prove that England, our great" +- "and beloved country, rests on nothing but commerce." +- "Teresa was very much annoyed, and left the table before the cheese, saying as she did so: ‘There, Miss Lavish, is one" +- "who can confute you better than I,’ and pointed to that beautiful picture of Lord Tennyson." +- "Then Miss Lavish said: ‘Tut! The early Victorians.’ Just imagine! ‘Tut! The early Victorians.’" +- "My sister had gone, and I felt bound to speak." +- "I said: ‘Miss Lavish, _I_ am an early Victorian; at least, that is to say, I will hear no breath" +- of censure against our dear Queen.’ It was horrible speaking. +- "I reminded her how the Queen had been to Ireland when she did not want to go, and I must say she was dumbfounded, and made no" +- "reply. But, unluckily, Mr. Emerson overheard this part, and called in his deep voice: ‘Quite so, quite so!" - I honour the woman for her Irish visit.’ The woman! -- "I tell things so badly; but you see what a tangle we were in by this time, all on account of S. having been mentioned in the first" -- place. But that was not all. -- "After dinner Miss Lavish actually came up and said: ‘Miss Alan, I am going into the smoking-room to talk to those two nice men." -- "Come, too.’ Needless to say, I refused such an unsuitable invitation," +- "I tell things so badly; but you see what a tangle we were in by this time, all on account of S. having been mentioned in" +- the first place. But that was not all. +- "After dinner Miss Lavish actually came up and said: ‘Miss Alan, I am going into the smoking-room to talk to those two nice" +- "men.\nCome, too.’ Needless to say, I refused such an unsuitable invitation," - "and she had the impertinence to tell me that it would broaden my ideas," -- "and said that she had four brothers, all University men, except one who was in the army, who always made a point of talking to commercial travellers.”" -- "“Let me finish the story,” said Mr. Beebe, who had returned." +- "and said that she had four brothers, all University men, except one who was in the army, who always made a point of talking to commercial travellers" +- ".”\n\n“Let me finish the story,” said Mr. Beebe, who had returned." - "“Miss Lavish tried Miss Pole, myself, everyone, and finally said: ‘I shall go alone.’ She went." - "At the end of five minutes she returned unobtrusively with a green baize board, and began playing patience.”" - “Whatever happened?” cried Lucy. @@ -728,21 +773,26 @@ expression: chunks - Emerson does not think it worth telling.” - "“Mr. Beebe—old Mr. Emerson, is he nice or not nice? I do so want to know.”" - Mr. Beebe laughed and suggested that she should settle the question for herself. -- "“No; but it is so difficult. Sometimes he is so silly, and then I do not mind him. Miss Alan, what do you think?" -- Is he nice?” -- "The little old lady shook her head, and sighed disapprovingly. Mr.\nBeebe, whom the conversation amused, stirred her up by saying:" +- "“No; but it is so difficult. Sometimes he is so silly, and then I do not mind him." +- "Miss Alan, what do you think? Is he nice?”" +- "The little old lady shook her head, and sighed disapprovingly. Mr." +- "Beebe, whom the conversation amused, stirred her up by saying:" - "“I consider that you are bound to class him as nice, Miss Alan, after that business of the violets.”" -- "“Violets? Oh, dear! Who told you about the violets? How do things get round? A pension is a bad place for gossips." -- "No, I cannot forget how they behaved at Mr. Eager’s lecture at Santa Croce. Oh, poor Miss Honeychurch!" -- "It really was too bad. No, I have quite changed. I do _not_ like the Emersons. They are _not_ nice.”" -- "Mr. Beebe smiled nonchalantly. He had made a gentle effort to introduce the Emersons into Bertolini society, and the effort had failed." +- "“Violets? Oh, dear! Who told you about the violets? How do things get round?" +- "A pension is a bad place for gossips. No, I cannot forget how they behaved at Mr." +- "Eager’s lecture at Santa Croce. Oh, poor Miss Honeychurch! It really was too bad." +- "No, I have quite changed. I do _not_ like the Emersons. They are _not_ nice.”" +- Mr. Beebe smiled nonchalantly. +- "He had made a gentle effort to introduce the Emersons into Bertolini society, and the effort had failed." - He was almost the only person who remained friendly to them. - "Miss Lavish, who represented intellect, was avowedly hostile, and now the Miss Alans," - "who stood for good breeding, were following her. Miss Bartlett," - "smarting under an obligation, would scarcely be civil. The case of Lucy was different." -- "She had given him a hazy account of her adventures in Santa Croce, and he gathered that the two men had made a curious and possibly concerted" -- "attempt to annex her, to show her the world from their own strange standpoint, to interest her in their private sorrows and joys." -- "This was impertinent; he did not wish their cause to be championed by a young girl: he would rather it should fail. After all," +- "She had given him a hazy account of her adventures in Santa Croce, and he gathered that the two men had made a curious and possibly" +- "concerted attempt to annex her, to show her the world from their own strange standpoint, to interest her in their private sorrows and" +- joys. +- "This was impertinent; he did not wish their cause to be championed by a young girl: he would rather it should fail." +- "After all," - "he knew nothing about them, and pension joys, pension sorrows, are flimsy things; whereas Lucy would be his parishioner." - "Lucy, with one eye upon the weather, finally said that she thought the Emersons were nice; not that she saw anything of them now." - Even their seats at dinner had been moved. @@ -751,12 +801,12 @@ expression: chunks - “Most right of her. They don’t understand our ways. They must find their level.” - Mr. Beebe rather felt that they had gone under. - "They had given up their attempt—if it was one—to conquer society, and now the father was almost as silent as the son." -- "He wondered whether he would not plan a pleasant day for these folk before they left—some expedition, perhaps, with Lucy well chaperoned to be nice to" -- them. It was one of Mr. Beebe’s chief pleasures to provide people with happy memories. -- "Evening approached while they chatted; the air became brighter; the colours on the trees and hills were purified, and the Arno lost its muddy solidity" -- and began to twinkle. -- "There were a few streaks of bluish-green among the clouds, a few patches of watery light upon the earth, and then the dripping façade of" -- San Miniato shone brilliantly in the declining sun. +- "He wondered whether he would not plan a pleasant day for these folk before they left—some expedition, perhaps, with Lucy well chaperoned to be" +- nice to them. It was one of Mr. Beebe’s chief pleasures to provide people with happy memories. +- "Evening approached while they chatted; the air became brighter; the colours on the trees and hills were purified, and the Arno lost its muddy" +- solidity and began to twinkle. +- "There were a few streaks of bluish-green among the clouds, a few patches of watery light upon the earth, and then the dripping" +- façade of San Miniato shone brilliantly in the declining sun. - "“Too late to go out,” said Miss Alan in a voice of relief. “All the galleries are shut.”" - "“I think I shall go out,” said Lucy." - “I want to go round the town in the circular tram—on the platform by the driver.” @@ -771,22 +821,23 @@ expression: chunks - Chapter IV Fourth Chapter - Mr. Beebe was right. Lucy never knew her desires so clearly as after music. - "She had not really appreciated the clergyman’s wit, nor the suggestive twitterings of Miss Alan." -- "Conversation was tedious; she wanted something big, and she believed that it would have come to her on the wind-swept platform of an electric tram" -- ". This she might not attempt. It was unladylike. Why? Why were most big things unladylike?" +- "Conversation was tedious; she wanted something big, and she believed that it would have come to her on the wind-swept platform of an" +- electric tram. This she might not attempt. It was unladylike. Why? Why were most big things unladylike? - Charlotte had once explained to her why. It was not that ladies were inferior to men; it was that they were different. - Their mission was to inspire others to achievement rather than to achieve themselves. - "Indirectly, by means of tact and a spotless name, a lady could accomplish much." - "But if she rushed into the fray herself she would be first censured, then despised, and finally ignored." - Poems had been written to illustrate this point. -- "There is much that is immortal in this medieval lady. The dragons have gone, and so have the knights, but still she lingers in our midst." +- There is much that is immortal in this medieval lady. +- "The dragons have gone, and so have the knights, but still she lingers in our midst." - "She reigned in many an early Victorian castle, and was Queen of much early Victorian song." - "It is sweet to protect her in the intervals of business, sweet to pay her honour when she has cooked our dinner well." - But alas! the creature grows degenerate. In her heart also there are springing up strange desires. - "She too is enamoured of heavy winds, and vast panoramas, and green expanses of the sea." -- "She has marked the kingdom of this world, how full it is of wealth, and beauty, and war—a radiant crust, built around the central" -- "fires, spinning towards the receding heavens." -- "Men, declaring that she inspires them to it, move joyfully over the surface, having the most delightful meetings with other men, happy, not because" -- "they are masculine, but because they are alive." +- "She has marked the kingdom of this world, how full it is of wealth, and beauty, and war—a radiant crust, built around" +- "the central fires, spinning towards the receding heavens." +- "Men, declaring that she inspires them to it, move joyfully over the surface, having the most delightful meetings with other men, happy," +- "not because they are masculine, but because they are alive." - "Before the show breaks up she would like to drop the august title of the Eternal Woman, and go there as her transitory self." - "Lucy does not stand for the medieval lady, who was rather an ideal to which she was bidden to lift her eyes when feeling serious." - Nor has she any system of revolt. @@ -796,21 +847,22 @@ expression: chunks - "There she bought a photograph of Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus.” Venus," - "being a pity, spoilt the picture, otherwise so charming, and Miss Bartlett had persuaded her to do without it." - (A pity in art of course signified the nude.) -- "Giorgione’s “Tempesta,” the “Idolino,” some of the Sistine frescoes and the Apoxyomenos, were" -- added to it. +- "Giorgione’s “Tempesta,” the “Idolino,” some of the Sistine frescoes and the Apoxyomenos" +- ", were added to it." - "She felt a little calmer then, and bought Fra Angelico’s “Coronation,” Giotto’s “Ascension of St." - "John,” some Della Robbia babies, and some Guido Reni Madonnas." - "For her taste was catholic, and she extended uncritical approval to every well-known name." - "But though she spent nearly seven lire, the gates of liberty seemed still unopened." - She was conscious of her discontent; it was new to her to be conscious of it. -- "“The world,” she thought, “is certainly full of beautiful things, if only I could come across them.” It was not surprising that Mrs." +- "“The world,” she thought, “is certainly full of beautiful things, if only I could come across them.”" +- It was not surprising that Mrs. - "Honeychurch disapproved of music, declaring that it always left her daughter peevish, unpractical, and touchy." -- "“Nothing ever happens to me,” she reflected, as she entered the Piazza Signoria and looked nonchalantly at its marvels, now fairly" -- familiar to her. The great square was in shadow; the sunshine had come too late to strike it. +- "“Nothing ever happens to me,” she reflected, as she entered the Piazza Signoria and looked nonchalantly at its marvels," +- now fairly familiar to her. The great square was in shadow; the sunshine had come too late to strike it. - "Neptune was already unsubstantial in the twilight, half god," - "half ghost, and his fountain plashed dreamily to the men and satyrs who idled together on its marge." -- "The Loggia showed as the triple entrance of a cave, wherein many a deity, shadowy, but immortal, looking forth upon the arrivals and departures" -- "of mankind. It was the hour of unreality—the hour, that is, when unfamiliar things are real." +- "The Loggia showed as the triple entrance of a cave, wherein many a deity, shadowy, but immortal, looking forth upon the arrivals and" +- "departures of mankind. It was the hour of unreality—the hour, that is, when unfamiliar things are real." - "An older person at such an hour and in such a place might think that sufficient was happening to him, and rest content. Lucy desired more." - "She fixed her eyes wistfully on the tower of the palace, which rose out of the lower darkness like a pillar of roughened gold." - "It seemed no longer a tower, no longer supported by earth, but some unattainable treasure throbbing in the tranquil sky." @@ -828,8 +880,8 @@ expression: chunks - "George Emerson still looked at her, but not across anything. She had complained of dullness, and lo!" - "one man was stabbed, and another held her in his arms." - They were sitting on some steps in the Uffizi Arcade. He must have carried her. -- "He rose when she spoke, and began to dust his knees. She repeated:\n\n“Oh, what have I done?”\n\n“You fainted.”" -- "“I—I am very sorry.”\n\n“How are you now?”" +- "He rose when she spoke, and began to dust his knees. She repeated:\n\n“Oh, what have I done?”" +- "“You fainted.”\n\n“I—I am very sorry.”\n\n“How are you now?”" - “Perfectly well—absolutely well.” And she began to nod and smile. - “Then let us come home. There’s no point in our stopping.” - He held out his hand to pull her up. She pretended not to see it. @@ -840,9 +892,10 @@ expression: chunks - “Would you add to your kindness by fetching them?” - He added to his kindness. - "As soon as he had turned his back, Lucy arose with the running of a maniac and stole down the arcade towards the Arno." -- "“Miss Honeychurch!”\n\nShe stopped with her hand on her heart.\n\n“You sit still; you aren’t fit to go home alone.”" -- "“Yes, I am, thank you so very much.”\n\n“No, you aren’t. You’d go openly if you were.”" -- "“But I had rather—”\n\n“Then I don’t fetch your photographs.”\n\n“I had rather be alone.”" +- "“Miss Honeychurch!”\n\nShe stopped with her hand on her heart." +- "“You sit still; you aren’t fit to go home alone.”\n\n“Yes, I am, thank you so very much.”" +- "“No, you aren’t. You’d go openly if you were.”\n\n“But I had rather—”" +- "“Then I don’t fetch your photographs.”\n\n“I had rather be alone.”" - "He said imperiously: “The man is dead—the man is probably dead; sit down till you are rested.”" - "She was bewildered, and obeyed him. “And don’t move till I come back.”" - "In the distance she saw creatures with black hoods, such as appear in dreams. The palace tower had lost the reflection of the declining day," @@ -855,15 +908,15 @@ expression: chunks - "“And the murderer tried to kiss him, you say—how very odd Italians are!—and gave himself up to the police! Mr." - "Beebe was saying that Italians know everything, but I think they are rather childish." - "When my cousin and I were at the Pitti yesterday—What was that?”\n\nHe had thrown something into the stream." -- "“What did you throw in?”\n\n“Things I didn’t want,” he said crossly.\n\n“Mr. Emerson!”\n\n“Well?”" -- "“Where are the photographs?”\n\nHe was silent.\n\n“I believe it was my photographs that you threw away.”" +- "“What did you throw in?”\n\n“Things I didn’t want,” he said crossly.\n\n“Mr. Emerson!”" +- "“Well?”\n\n“Where are the photographs?”\n\nHe was silent.\n\n“I believe it was my photographs that you threw away.”" - "“I didn’t know what to do with them,” he cried, and his voice was that of an anxious boy." - Her heart warmed towards him for the first time. - “They were covered with blood. There! - I’m glad I’ve told you; and all the time we were making conversation I was wondering what to do with them.” - He pointed down-stream. “They’ve gone.” -- "The river swirled under the bridge, “I did mind them so, and one is so foolish, it seemed better that they should go out to the sea—" -- I don’t know; I may just mean that they frightened me.” Then the boy verged into a man. +- "The river swirled under the bridge, “I did mind them so, and one is so foolish, it seemed better that they should go out to the" +- sea—I don’t know; I may just mean that they frightened me.” Then the boy verged into a man. - “For something tremendous has happened; I must face it without getting muddled. It isn’t exactly that a man has died.” - "Something warned Lucy that she must stop him.\n\n“It has happened,” he repeated, “and I mean to find out what it is.”" - "“Mr. Emerson—”\n\nHe turned towards her frowning, as if she had disturbed him in some abstract quest." @@ -874,61 +927,67 @@ expression: chunks - “I was never so much ashamed of myself in my life; I cannot think what came over me.” - "“I nearly fainted myself,” he said; but she felt that her attitude repelled him." - "“Well, I owe you a thousand apologies.”\n\n“Oh, all right.”" -- "“And—this is the real point—you know how silly people are gossiping—ladies especially, I am afraid—you understand what I mean?”" -- "“I’m afraid I don’t.”\n\n“I mean, would you not mention it to any one, my foolish behaviour?”" +- "“And—this is the real point—you know how silly people are gossiping—ladies especially, I am afraid—you understand what I mean" +- "?”\n\n“I’m afraid I don’t.”" +- "“I mean, would you not mention it to any one, my foolish behaviour?”" - "“Your behaviour? Oh, yes, all right—all right.”\n\n“Thank you so much. And would you—”" - "She could not carry her request any further. The river was rushing below them, almost black in the advancing night." - "He had thrown her photographs into it, and then he had told her the reason." - It struck her that it was hopeless to look for chivalry in such a man. -- "He would do her no harm by idle gossip; he was trustworthy, intelligent, and even kind; he might even have a high opinion of her." -- But he lacked chivalry; +- "He would do her no harm by idle gossip; he was trustworthy, intelligent, and even kind; he might even have a high opinion of her" +- ". But he lacked chivalry;" - "his thoughts, like his behaviour, would not be modified by awe." -- "It was useless to say to him, “And would you—” and hope that he would complete the sentence for himself, averting his eyes from her" -- nakedness like the knight in that beautiful picture. -- "She had been in his arms, and he remembered it, just as he remembered the blood on the photographs that she had bought in Alinari’s shop" -- "." -- "It was not exactly that a man had died; something had happened to the living: they had come to a situation where character tells, and where childhood enters upon" -- the branching paths of Youth. +- "It was useless to say to him, “And would you—” and hope that he would complete the sentence for himself, averting his eyes" +- from her nakedness like the knight in that beautiful picture. +- "She had been in his arms, and he remembered it, just as he remembered the blood on the photographs that she had bought in" +- Alinari’s shop. +- "It was not exactly that a man had died; something had happened to the living: they had come to a situation where character tells, and where childhood" +- enters upon the branching paths of Youth. - "“Well, thank you so much,” she repeated, “How quickly these accidents do happen, and then one returns to the old life!”" -- "“I don’t.”\n\nAnxiety moved her to question him.\n\nHis answer was puzzling: “I shall probably want to live.”" -- "“But why, Mr. Emerson? What do you mean?”\n\n“I shall want to live, I say.”" +- "“I don’t.”\n\nAnxiety moved her to question him." +- "His answer was puzzling: “I shall probably want to live.”\n\n“But why, Mr. Emerson? What do you mean?”" +- "“I shall want to live, I say.”" - "Leaning her elbows on the parapet, she contemplated the River Arno,\nwhose roar was suggesting some unexpected melody to her ears." - Chapter V Possibilities of a Pleasant Outing - It was a family saying that “you never knew which way Charlotte Bartlett would turn.” -- "She was perfectly pleasant and sensible over Lucy’s adventure, found the abridged account of it quite adequate, and paid suitable tribute to the courtesy of Mr" -- ". George Emerson. She and Miss Lavish had had an adventure also." -- "They had been stopped at the Dazio coming back, and the young officials there, who seemed impudent and _désœuvré_," -- had tried to search their reticules for provisions. It might have been most unpleasant. Fortunately Miss Lavish was a match for any one. +- "She was perfectly pleasant and sensible over Lucy’s adventure, found the abridged account of it quite adequate, and paid suitable tribute to the courtesy" +- of Mr. George Emerson. She and Miss Lavish had had an adventure also. +- "They had been stopped at the Dazio coming back, and the young officials there, who seemed impudent and" +- "_désœuvré_, had tried to search their reticules for provisions. It might have been most unpleasant." +- Fortunately Miss Lavish was a match for any one. - "For good or for evil, Lucy was left to face her problem alone." - "None of her friends had seen her, either in the Piazza or, later on, by the embankment. Mr." - "Beebe, indeed, noticing her startled eyes at dinner-time, had again passed to himself the remark of “Too much Beethoven.”" - "But he only supposed that she was ready for an adventure," -- "not that she had encountered it. This solitude oppressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events," +- not that she had encountered it. +- "This solitude oppressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events," - contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong. - At breakfast next morning she took decisive action. There were two plans between which she had to choose. Mr. -- Beebe was walking up to the Torre del Gallo with the Emersons and some American ladies. Would Miss Bartlett and Miss Honeychurch join the party? -- Charlotte declined for herself; she had been there in the rain the previous afternoon. -- "But she thought it an admirable idea for Lucy, who hated shopping, changing money, fetching letters, and other irksome duties—all of" -- which Miss Bartlett must accomplish this morning and could easily accomplish alone. +- Beebe was walking up to the Torre del Gallo with the Emersons and some American ladies. +- Would Miss Bartlett and Miss Honeychurch join the party? Charlotte declined for herself; she had been there in the rain the previous afternoon. +- "But she thought it an admirable idea for Lucy, who hated shopping, changing money, fetching letters, and other irksome duties—" +- all of which Miss Bartlett must accomplish this morning and could easily accomplish alone. - "“No, Charlotte!” cried the girl, with real warmth. “It’s very kind of Mr." - "Beebe, but I am certainly coming with you. I had much rather.”" -- "“Very well, dear,” said Miss Bartlett, with a faint flush of pleasure that called forth a deep flush of shame on the cheeks of Lucy." -- "How abominably she behaved to Charlotte, now as always! But now she should alter. All morning she would be really nice to her." +- "“Very well, dear,” said Miss Bartlett, with a faint flush of pleasure that called forth a deep flush of shame on the cheeks of Lucy" +- ". How abominably she behaved to Charlotte, now as always! But now she should alter." +- All morning she would be really nice to her. - "She slipped her arm into her cousin’s, and they started off along the Lung’ Arno." - "The river was a lion that morning in strength, voice, and colour. Miss Bartlett insisted on leaning over the parapet to look at it." - "She then made her usual remark, which was “How I do wish Freddy and your mother could see this, too!”" - Lucy fidgeted; it was tiresome of Charlotte to have stopped exactly where she did. - "“Look, Lucia! Oh, you are watching for the Torre del Gallo party. I feared you would repent you of your choice.”" - "Serious as the choice had been, Lucy did not repent." -- "Yesterday had been a muddle—queer and odd, the kind of thing one could not write down easily on paper—but she had a feeling that Charlotte" -- and her shopping were preferable to George Emerson and the summit of the Torre del Gallo. +- "Yesterday had been a muddle—queer and odd, the kind of thing one could not write down easily on paper—but she had a feeling" +- that Charlotte and her shopping were preferable to George Emerson and the summit of the Torre del Gallo. - "Since she could not unravel the tangle, she must take care not to re-enter it." - She could protest sincerely against Miss Bartlett’s insinuations. - "But though she had avoided the chief actor, the scenery unfortunately remained." - "Charlotte, with the complacency of fate, led her from the river to the Piazza Signoria. She could not have believed that stones," - "a Loggia, a fountain, a palace tower, would have such significance. For a moment she understood the nature of ghosts." - "The exact site of the murder was occupied, not by a ghost, but by Miss Lavish, who had the morning newspaper in her hand." -- She hailed them briskly. The dreadful catastrophe of the previous day had given her an idea which she thought would work up into a book. +- She hailed them briskly. +- The dreadful catastrophe of the previous day had given her an idea which she thought would work up into a book. - "“Oh, let me congratulate you!” said Miss Bartlett. “After your despair of yesterday! What a fortunate thing!”" - "“Aha! Miss Honeychurch, come you here I am in luck." - "Now, you are to tell me absolutely everything that you saw from the beginning.” Lucy poked at the ground with her parasol." @@ -940,35 +999,37 @@ expression: chunks - Then she said that she had been in the Piazza since eight o’clock collecting material. - "A good deal of it was unsuitable, but of course one always had to adapt." - The two men had quarrelled over a five-franc note. -- "For the five-franc note she should substitute a young lady, which would raise the tone of the tragedy, and at the same time furnish an" -- "excellent plot.\n\n“What is the heroine’s name?” asked Miss Bartlett." +- "For the five-franc note she should substitute a young lady, which would raise the tone of the tragedy, and at the same time" +- "furnish an excellent plot.\n\n“What is the heroine’s name?” asked Miss Bartlett." - "“Leonora,” said Miss Lavish; her own name was Eleanor.\n\n“I do hope she’s nice.”" - "That desideratum would not be omitted.\n\n“And what is the plot?”" - "Love, murder, abduction, revenge, was the plot." - But it all came while the fountain plashed to the satyrs in the morning sun. -- "“I hope you will excuse me for boring on like this,” Miss Lavish concluded. “It is so tempting to talk to really sympathetic people." -- "Of course, this is the barest outline." +- "“I hope you will excuse me for boring on like this,” Miss Lavish concluded." +- "“It is so tempting to talk to really sympathetic people. Of course, this is the barest outline." - "There will be a deal of local colouring, descriptions of Florence and the neighbourhood, and I shall also introduce some humorous characters." - "And let me give you all fair warning: I intend to be unmerciful to the British tourist.”" - "“Oh, you wicked woman,” cried Miss Bartlett. “I am sure you are thinking of the Emersons.”" - Miss Lavish gave a Machiavellian smile. - “I confess that in Italy my sympathies are not with my own countrymen. - "It is the neglected Italians who attract me, and whose lives I am going to paint so far as I can." -- "For I repeat and I insist, and I have always held most strongly, that a tragedy such as yesterday’s is not the less tragic because it happened in" -- humble life.” -- "There was a fitting silence when Miss Lavish had concluded. Then the cousins wished success to her labours, and walked slowly away across the square." +- "For I repeat and I insist, and I have always held most strongly, that a tragedy such as yesterday’s is not the less tragic because it" +- happened in humble life.” +- There was a fitting silence when Miss Lavish had concluded. +- "Then the cousins wished success to her labours, and walked slowly away across the square." - "“She is my idea of a really clever woman,” said Miss Bartlett. “That last remark struck me as so particularly true." - It should be a most pathetic novel.” - Lucy assented. At present her great aim was not to get put into it. - "Her perceptions this morning were curiously keen, and she believed that Miss Lavish had her on trial for an _ingenué_." - "“She is emancipated, but only in the very best sense of the word,”" - continued Miss Bartlett slowly. “None but the superficial would be shocked at her. We had a long talk yesterday. -- She believes in justice and truth and human interest. She told me also that she has a high opinion of the destiny of woman—Mr. Eager! -- "Why, how nice! What a pleasant surprise!”" -- "“Ah, not for me,” said the chaplain blandly, “for I have been watching you and Miss Honeychurch for quite a little time." -- "”\n\n“We were chatting to Miss Lavish.”\n\nHis brow contracted." +- She believes in justice and truth and human interest. She told me also that she has a high opinion of the destiny of woman—Mr. +- "Eager! Why, how nice! What a pleasant surprise!”" +- "“Ah, not for me,” said the chaplain blandly, “for I have been watching you and Miss Honeychurch for quite a little" +- "time.”\n\n“We were chatting to Miss Lavish.”\n\nHis brow contracted." - “So I saw. Were you indeed? Andate via! sono occupato!” -- The last remark was made to a vender of panoramic photographs who was approaching with a courteous smile. “I am about to venture a suggestion. +- The last remark was made to a vender of panoramic photographs who was approaching with a courteous smile. +- “I am about to venture a suggestion. - Would you and Miss Honeychurch be disposed to join me in a drive some day this week—a drive in the hills? - We might go up by Fiesole and back by Settignano. - There is a point on that road where we could get down and have an hour’s ramble on the hillside. @@ -978,24 +1039,25 @@ expression: chunks - "Ah, the world is too much for us.”" - "Miss Bartlett had not heard of Alessio Baldovinetti, but she knew that Mr. Eager was no commonplace chaplain." - He was a member of the residential colony who had made Florence their home. -- "He knew the people who never walked about with Baedekers, who had learnt to take a siesta after lunch, who took drives the pension tourists had never" -- "heard of,\nand saw by private influence galleries which were closed to them." -- "Living in delicate seclusion, some in furnished flats, others in Renaissance villas on Fiesole’s slope, they read, wrote, studied," -- "and exchanged ideas, thus attaining to that intimate knowledge, or rather perception, of Florence which is denied to all who carry in their pockets the coupons of" -- Cook. +- "He knew the people who never walked about with Baedekers, who had learnt to take a siesta after lunch, who took drives the pension tourists" +- "had never heard of,\nand saw by private influence galleries which were closed to them." +- "Living in delicate seclusion, some in furnished flats, others in Renaissance villas on Fiesole’s slope, they read, wrote," +- "studied, and exchanged ideas, thus attaining to that intimate knowledge, or rather perception, of Florence which is denied to all who carry in their pockets" +- the coupons of Cook. - Therefore an invitation from the chaplain was something to be proud of. -- "Between the two sections of his flock he was often the only link, and it was his avowed custom to select those of his migratory sheep who seemed" -- "worthy, and give them a few hours in the pastures of the permanent. Tea at a Renaissance villa? Nothing had been said about it yet." -- But if it did come to that—how Lucy would enjoy it! -- A few days ago and Lucy would have felt the same. But the joys of life were grouping themselves anew. A drive in the hills with Mr. +- "Between the two sections of his flock he was often the only link, and it was his avowed custom to select those of his migratory sheep" +- "who seemed worthy, and give them a few hours in the pastures of the permanent. Tea at a Renaissance villa?" +- Nothing had been said about it yet. But if it did come to that—how Lucy would enjoy it! +- A few days ago and Lucy would have felt the same. But the joys of life were grouping themselves anew. +- A drive in the hills with Mr. - Eager and Miss Bartlett—even if culminating in a residential tea-party—was no longer the greatest of them. - She echoed the raptures of Charlotte somewhat faintly. Only when she heard that Mr. Beebe was also coming did her thanks become more sincere. - "“So we shall be a _partie carrée_,” said the chaplain." - “In these days of toil and tumult one has great needs of the country and its message of purity. Andate via! - "andate presto, presto! Ah, the town! Beautiful as it is, it is the town.”\n\nThey assented." - “This very square—so I am told—witnessed yesterday the most sordid of tragedies. -- To one who loves the Florence of Dante and Savonarola there is something portentous in such desecration—portentous and humiliating -- ".”" +- To one who loves the Florence of Dante and Savonarola there is something portentous in such desecration—portentous and +- humiliating.” - "“Humiliating indeed,” said Miss Bartlett. “Miss Honeychurch happened to be passing through as it happened." - "She can hardly bear to speak of it.”\nShe glanced at Lucy proudly." - “And how came we to have you here?” asked the chaplain paternally. @@ -1005,14 +1067,16 @@ expression: chunks - His voice suggested sympathetic reproof but at the same time indicated that a few harrowing details would not be unacceptable. - "His dark, handsome face drooped mournfully towards her to catch her reply.\n\n“Practically.”" - "“One of our pension acquaintances kindly brought her home,” said Miss Bartlett, adroitly concealing the sex of the preserver." -- “For her also it must have been a terrible experience. I trust that neither of you was at all—that it was not in your immediate proximity?” -- "Of the many things Lucy was noticing to-day, not the least remarkable was this: the ghoulish fashion in which respectable people will nibble after blood" -- ". George Emerson had kept the subject strangely pure.\n\n“He died by the fountain, I believe,” was her reply." +- “For her also it must have been a terrible experience. +- I trust that neither of you was at all—that it was not in your immediate proximity?” +- "Of the many things Lucy was noticing to-day, not the least remarkable was this: the ghoulish fashion in which respectable people will nibble" +- "after blood. George Emerson had kept the subject strangely pure.\n\n“He died by the fountain, I believe,” was her reply." - "“And you and your friend—”\n\n“Were over at the Loggia.”" - “That must have saved you much. -- "You have not, of course, seen the disgraceful illustrations which the gutter Press—This man is a public nuisance; he knows" -- "that I am a resident perfectly well, and yet he goes on worrying me to buy his vulgar views.”" -- Surely the vendor of photographs was in league with Lucy—in the eternal league of Italy with youth. He had suddenly extended his book before Miss Bartlett and Mr. +- "You have not, of course, seen the disgraceful illustrations which the gutter Press—This man is a public nuisance;" +- "he knows that I am a resident perfectly well, and yet he goes on worrying me to buy his vulgar views.”" +- Surely the vendor of photographs was in league with Lucy—in the eternal league of Italy with youth. +- He had suddenly extended his book before Miss Bartlett and Mr. - "Eager, binding their hands together by a long glossy ribbon of churches, pictures, and views." - "“This is too much!” cried the chaplain, striking petulantly at one of Fra Angelico’s angels. She tore." - "A shrill cry rose from the vendor. The book it seemed, was more valuable than one would have supposed." @@ -1024,19 +1088,20 @@ expression: chunks - "He waited, he gibbered, he was recompensed, he was dissatisfied," - he did not leave them until he had swept their minds clean of all thoughts whether pleasant or unpleasant. - Shopping was the topic that now ensued. -- Under the chaplain’s guidance they selected many hideous presents and mementoes—florid little picture-frames that seemed fashioned in gilded pastry -- "; other little frames, more severe, that stood on little easels, and were carven out of oak; a blotting book of vellum;" -- "a Dante of the same material; cheap mosaic brooches, which the maids, next Christmas, would never tell from real; pins, pots," -- "heraldic saucers, brown art-photographs; Eros and Psyche in alabaster; St." +- Under the chaplain’s guidance they selected many hideous presents and mementoes—florid little picture-frames that seemed fashioned in gilded +- "pastry; other little frames, more severe, that stood on little easels, and were carven out of oak; a blotting book" +- "of vellum; a Dante of the same material; cheap mosaic brooches, which the maids, next Christmas, would never tell from real" +- "; pins, pots, heraldic saucers, brown art-photographs; Eros and Psyche in alabaster; St." - Peter to match—all of which would have cost less in London. - "This successful morning left no pleasant impressions on Lucy. She had been a little frightened, both by Miss Lavish and by Mr." - "Eager, she knew not why. And as they frightened her, she had, strangely enough," - ceased to respect them. She doubted that Miss Lavish was a great artist. She doubted that Mr. -- "Eager was as full of spirituality and culture as she had been led to suppose. They were tried by some new test, and they were found wanting." -- As for Charlotte—as for Charlotte she was exactly the same. It might be possible to be nice to her; it was impossible to love her. +- Eager was as full of spirituality and culture as she had been led to suppose. +- "They were tried by some new test, and they were found wanting. As for Charlotte—as for Charlotte she was exactly the same." +- It might be possible to be nice to her; it was impossible to love her. - “The son of a labourer; I happen to know it for a fact. -- A mechanic of some sort himself when he was young; then he took to writing for the Socialistic Press. I came across him at Brixton.” -- They were talking about the Emersons. +- A mechanic of some sort himself when he was young; then he took to writing for the Socialistic Press. +- "I came across him at Brixton.”\n\nThey were talking about the Emersons." - "“How wonderfully people rise in these days!” sighed Miss Bartlett,\nfingering a model of the leaning Tower of Pisa." - "“Generally,” replied Mr. Eager, “one has only sympathy for their success." - The desire for education and for social advance—in these things there is something not wholly vile. @@ -1046,8 +1111,9 @@ expression: chunks - "“Dead, Miss Bartlett, dead." - "I wonder—yes I wonder how he has the effrontery to look me in the face, to dare to claim acquaintance with me." - "He was in my London parish long ago. The other day in Santa Croce," -- "when he was with Miss Honeychurch, I snubbed him. Let him beware that he does not get more than a snub.”" -- "“What?” cried Lucy, flushing.\n\n“Exposure!” hissed Mr. Eager." +- "when he was with Miss Honeychurch, I snubbed him." +- "Let him beware that he does not get more than a snub.”\n\n“What?” cried Lucy, flushing." +- “Exposure!” hissed Mr. Eager. - He tried to change the subject; but in scoring a dramatic point he had interested his audience more than he had intended. - Miss Bartlett was full of very natural curiosity. - "Lucy, though she wished never to see the Emersons again, was not disposed to condemn them on a single word." @@ -1065,38 +1131,43 @@ expression: chunks - "“Murder, if you want to know,” he cried angrily. “That man murdered his wife!”\n\n“How?” she retorted." - “To all intents and purposes he murdered her. That day in Santa Croce—did they say anything against me?” - "“Not a word, Mr. Eager—not a single word.”" -- "“Oh, I thought they had been libelling me to you. But I suppose it is only their personal charms that makes you defend them.”" +- "“Oh, I thought they had been libelling me to you." +- But I suppose it is only their personal charms that makes you defend them.” - "“I’m not defending them,” said Lucy, losing her courage, and relapsing into the old chaotic methods." - “They’re nothing to me.” -- "“How could you think she was defending them?” said Miss Bartlett, much discomfited by the unpleasant scene. The shopman was possibly listening." -- “She will find it difficult. For that man has murdered his wife in the sight of God.” +- "“How could you think she was defending them?” said Miss Bartlett, much discomfited by the unpleasant scene." +- "The shopman was possibly listening.\n\n“She will find it difficult. For that man has murdered his wife in the sight of God.”" - The addition of God was striking. But the chaplain was really trying to qualify a rash remark. -- "A silence followed which might have been impressive, but was merely awkward. Then Miss Bartlett hastily purchased the Leaning Tower, and led the way into the street." +- "A silence followed which might have been impressive, but was merely awkward." +- "Then Miss Bartlett hastily purchased the Leaning Tower, and led the way into the street." - "“I must be going,” said he, shutting his eyes and taking out his watch." - "Miss Bartlett thanked him for his kindness, and spoke with enthusiasm of the approaching drive.\n\n“Drive? Oh, is our drive to come off?”" - "Lucy was recalled to her manners, and after a little exertion the complacency of Mr. Eager was restored." - "“Bother the drive!” exclaimed the girl, as soon as he had departed. “It is just the drive we had arranged with Mr." - Beebe without any fuss at all. Why should he invite us in that absurd manner? We might as well invite him. -- "We are each paying for ourselves.”\n\nMiss Bartlett, who had intended to lament over the Emersons, was launched by this remark into unexpected thoughts." +- We are each paying for ourselves.” +- "Miss Bartlett, who had intended to lament over the Emersons, was launched by this remark into unexpected thoughts." - "“If that is so, dear—if the drive we and Mr. Beebe are going with Mr." -- "Eager is really the same as the one we are going with Mr. Beebe, then I foresee a sad kettle of fish.”" -- "“How?”\n\n“Because Mr. Beebe has asked Eleanor Lavish to come, too.”\n\n“That will mean another carriage.”" -- “Far worse. Mr. Eager does not like Eleanor. She knows it herself. The truth must be told; she is too unconventional for him.” +- Eager is really the same as the one we are going with Mr. +- "Beebe, then I foresee a sad kettle of fish.”\n\n“How?”" +- "“Because Mr. Beebe has asked Eleanor Lavish to come, too.”\n\n“That will mean another carriage.”" +- “Far worse. Mr. Eager does not like Eleanor. She knows it herself. +- The truth must be told; she is too unconventional for him.” - They were now in the newspaper-room at the English bank. - "Lucy stood by the central table, heedless of Punch and the Graphic, trying to answer," - or at all events to formulate the questions rioting in her brain. - "The well-known world had broken up, and there emerged Florence, a magic city where people thought and did the most extraordinary things." - "Murder, accusations of murder, a lady clinging to one man and being rude to another—were these the daily incidents of her streets?" -- "Was there more in her frank beauty than met the eye—the power, perhaps, to evoke passions, good and bad, and to bring them" -- speedily to a fulfillment? -- "Happy Charlotte, who, though greatly troubled over things that did not matter, seemed oblivious to things that did; who could conjecture with admirable delicacy" -- "“where things might lead to,” but apparently lost sight of the goal as she approached it." -- Now she was crouching in the corner trying to extract a circular note from a kind of linen nose-bag which hung in chaste concealment round -- her neck. -- She had been told that this was the only safe way to carry money in Italy; it must only be broached within the walls of the English bank. -- "As she groped she murmured: “Whether it is Mr. Beebe who forgot to tell Mr. Eager, or Mr." -- "Eager who forgot when he told us, or whether they have decided to leave Eleanor out altogether—which they could scarcely do—but in any case we must" -- be prepared. It is you they really want; I am only asked for appearances. +- "Was there more in her frank beauty than met the eye—the power, perhaps, to evoke passions, good and bad, and to" +- bring them speedily to a fulfillment? +- "Happy Charlotte, who, though greatly troubled over things that did not matter, seemed oblivious to things that did; who could conjecture with admirable" +- "delicacy “where things might lead to,” but apparently lost sight of the goal as she approached it." +- Now she was crouching in the corner trying to extract a circular note from a kind of linen nose-bag which hung in chaste +- concealment round her neck. +- She had been told that this was the only safe way to carry money in Italy; it must only be broached within the walls of the English +- "bank. As she groped she murmured: “Whether it is Mr. Beebe who forgot to tell Mr. Eager, or Mr." +- "Eager who forgot when he told us, or whether they have decided to leave Eleanor out altogether—which they could scarcely do—but in any case" +- we must be prepared. It is you they really want; I am only asked for appearances. - "You shall go with the two gentlemen, and I and Eleanor will follow behind. A one-horse carriage would do for us." - "Yet how difficult it is!”\n\n“It is indeed,” replied the girl, with a gravity that sounded sympathetic." - "“What do you think about it?” asked Miss Bartlett, flushed from the struggle, and buttoning up her dress." @@ -1106,12 +1177,13 @@ expression: chunks - "“Thank you, Charlotte,” said Lucy, and pondered over the offer." - "There were letters for her at the bureau—one from her brother, full of athletics and biology; one from her mother, delightful as only her" - mother’s letters could be. -- "She had read in it of the crocuses which had been bought for yellow and were coming up puce, of the new parlour-maid," -- "who had watered the ferns with essence of lemonade, of the semi-detached cottages which were ruining Summer Street, and breaking the heart of" -- Sir Harry Otway. +- "She had read in it of the crocuses which had been bought for yellow and were coming up puce, of the new parlour-" +- "maid, who had watered the ferns with essence of lemonade, of the semi-detached cottages which were ruining Summer Street, and" +- breaking the heart of Sir Harry Otway. - "She recalled the free, pleasant life of her home, where she was allowed to do everything, and where nothing ever happened to her." -- "The road up through the pine-woods, the clean drawing-room, the view over the Sussex Weald—all hung before her bright and distinct, but" -- "pathetic as the pictures in a gallery to which, after much experience, a traveller returns.\n\n“And the news?” asked Miss Bartlett." +- "The road up through the pine-woods, the clean drawing-room, the view over the Sussex Weald—all hung before her bright and distinct" +- ", but pathetic as the pictures in a gallery to which, after much experience, a traveller returns." +- “And the news?” asked Miss Bartlett. - "“Mrs. Vyse and her son have gone to Rome,” said Lucy, giving the news that interested her least." - “Do you know the Vyses?” - "“Oh, not that way back. We can never have too much of the dear Piazza Signoria.”" @@ -1119,8 +1191,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Don’t you long to be in Rome?”\n\n“I die for it!”" - The Piazza Signoria is too stony to be brilliant. - "It has no grass, no flowers, no frescoes, no glittering walls of marble or comforting patches of ruddy brick." -- "By an odd chance—unless we believe in a presiding genius of places—the statues that relieve its severity suggest, not the innocence of childhood, nor the glorious" -- "bewilderment of youth, but the conscious achievements of maturity." +- "By an odd chance—unless we believe in a presiding genius of places—the statues that relieve its severity suggest, not the innocence of childhood, nor" +- "the glorious bewilderment of youth, but the conscious achievements of maturity." - "Perseus and Judith, Hercules and Thusnelda, they have done or suffered something," - "and though they are immortal, immortality has come to them after experience, not before." - "Here, not only in the solitude of Nature, might a hero meet a goddess, or a heroine a god." @@ -1132,22 +1204,24 @@ expression: chunks - "They passed together through the gaunt beauty of the square, laughing over the unpractical suggestion." - "Chapter VI The Reverend Arthur Beebe, the Reverend Cuthbert Eager, Mr. Emerson," - Mr. -- "George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive Out in Carriages to See a View; Italians Drive Them" -- "." -- "It was Phaethon who drove them to Fiesole that memorable day, a youth all irresponsibility and fire, recklessly urging his" -- master’s horses up the stony hill. Mr. Beebe recognized him at once. +- "George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive Out in Carriages to See a View; Italians" +- Drive Them. +- "It was Phaethon who drove them to Fiesole that memorable day, a youth all irresponsibility and fire, recklessly" +- urging his master’s horses up the stony hill. Mr. Beebe recognized him at once. - Neither the Ages of Faith nor the Age of Doubt had touched him; he was Phaethon in Tuscany driving a cab. -- "And it was Persephone whom he asked leave to pick up on the way, saying that she was his sister—Persephone, tall and slender and" -- "pale, returning with the Spring to her mother’s cottage, and still shading her eyes from the unaccustomed light." -- "To her Mr. Eager objected, saying that here was the thin edge of the wedge, and one must guard against imposition." -- "But the ladies interceded, and when it had been made clear that it was a very great favour, the goddess was allowed to mount beside the god." -- "Phaethon at once slipped the left rein over her head, thus enabling himself to drive with his arm round her waist. She did not mind." -- Mr. +- "And it was Persephone whom he asked leave to pick up on the way, saying that she was his sister—Persephone, tall and" +- "slender and pale, returning with the Spring to her mother’s cottage, and still shading her eyes from the unaccustomed light" +- ". To her Mr. Eager objected, saying that here was the thin edge of the wedge, and one must guard against imposition." +- "But the ladies interceded, and when it had been made clear that it was a very great favour, the goddess was allowed to mount beside the god" +- "." +- "Phaethon at once slipped the left rein over her head, thus enabling himself to drive with his arm round her waist." +- She did not mind. Mr. - "Eager, who sat with his back to the horses, saw nothing of the indecorous proceeding, and continued his conversation with Lucy." - "The other two occupants of the carriage were old Mr. Emerson and Miss Lavish. For a dreadful thing had happened: Mr." - "Beebe, without consulting Mr. Eager, had doubled the size of the party." -- "And though Miss Bartlett and Miss Lavish had planned all the morning how the people were to sit, at the critical moment when the carriages came round they lost" -- "their heads, and Miss Lavish got in with Lucy, while Miss Bartlett, with George Emerson and Mr. Beebe, followed on behind." +- "And though Miss Bartlett and Miss Lavish had planned all the morning how the people were to sit, at the critical moment when the carriages came round" +- "they lost their heads, and Miss Lavish got in with Lucy, while Miss Bartlett, with George Emerson and Mr." +- "Beebe, followed on behind." - It was hard on the poor chaplain to have his _partie carrée_ thus transformed. - "Tea at a Renaissance villa, if he had ever meditated it," - "was now impossible. Lucy and Miss Bartlett had a certain style about them, and Mr. Beebe, though unreliable, was a man of parts." @@ -1156,33 +1230,36 @@ expression: chunks - "Eager, repressive towards Miss Lavish, watchful of old Mr. Emerson, hitherto fortunately asleep," - thanks to a heavy lunch and the drowsy atmosphere of Spring. She looked on the expedition as the work of Fate. - But for it she would have avoided George Emerson successfully. In an open manner he had shown that he wished to continue their intimacy. -- "She had refused, not because she disliked him, but because she did not know what had happened, and suspected that he did know. And this frightened her." +- "She had refused, not because she disliked him, but because she did not know what had happened, and suspected that he did know." +- And this frightened her. - "For the real event—whatever it was—had taken place, not in the Loggia," - but by the river. To behave wildly at the sight of death is pardonable. -- "But to discuss it afterwards, to pass from discussion into silence, and through silence into sympathy, that is an error, not of a startled emotion, but of" -- the whole fabric. -- "There was really something blameworthy (she thought) in their joint contemplation of the shadowy stream, in the common impulse which had turned them to the" -- house without the passing of a look or word. This sense of wickedness had been slight at first. -- She had nearly joined the party to the Torre del Gallo. But each time that she avoided George it became more imperative that she should avoid him again. -- "And now celestial irony, working through her cousin and two clergymen, did not suffer her to leave Florence till she had made this expedition with him through the hills" -- ".\n\nMeanwhile Mr. Eager held her in civil converse; their little tiff was over." -- "“So, Miss Honeychurch, you are travelling? As a student of art?”\n\n“Oh, dear me, no—oh, no!”" +- "But to discuss it afterwards, to pass from discussion into silence, and through silence into sympathy, that is an error, not of a startled emotion," +- but of the whole fabric. +- "There was really something blameworthy (she thought) in their joint contemplation of the shadowy stream, in the common impulse which had turned them" +- to the house without the passing of a look or word. This sense of wickedness had been slight at first. +- She had nearly joined the party to the Torre del Gallo. +- But each time that she avoided George it became more imperative that she should avoid him again. +- "And now celestial irony, working through her cousin and two clergymen, did not suffer her to leave Florence till she had made this expedition with him through" +- "the hills.\n\nMeanwhile Mr. Eager held her in civil converse; their little tiff was over." +- "“So, Miss Honeychurch, you are travelling? As a student of art?”" +- "“Oh, dear me, no—oh, no!”" - "“Perhaps as a student of human nature,” interposed Miss Lavish, “like myself?”" - "“Oh, no. I am here as a tourist.”" - "“Oh, indeed,” said Mr. Eager. “Are you indeed?" -- "If you will not think me rude, we residents sometimes pity you poor tourists not a little—handed about like a parcel of goods from Venice to Florence, from" -- "Florence to Rome, living herded together in pensions or hotels, quite unconscious of anything that is outside Baedeker, their one anxiety to get ‘done" -- ’ +- "If you will not think me rude, we residents sometimes pity you poor tourists not a little—handed about like a parcel of goods from Venice to Florence" +- ", from Florence to Rome, living herded together in pensions or hotels, quite unconscious of anything that is outside Baedeker, their one anxiety" +- to get ‘done’ - or ‘through’ and go on somewhere else. - "The result is, they mix up towns, rivers, palaces in one inextricable whirl." - "You know the American girl in Punch who says: ‘Say, poppa, what did we see at Rome?’" -- "And the father replies: ‘Why, guess Rome was the place where we saw the yaller dog.’ There’s travelling for you. Ha!" -- ha! ha!” +- "And the father replies: ‘Why, guess Rome was the place where we saw the yaller dog.’ There’s travelling for you." +- Ha! ha! ha!” - "“I quite agree,” said Miss Lavish, who had several times tried to interrupt his mordant wit." - “The narrowness and superficiality of the Anglo-Saxon tourist is nothing less than a menace.” - “Quite so. -- "Now, the English colony at Florence, Miss Honeychurch—and it is of considerable size, though, of course, not all equally—a few are here" -- "for trade, for example. But the greater part are students. Lady Helen Laverstock is at present busy over Fra Angelico." +- "Now, the English colony at Florence, Miss Honeychurch—and it is of considerable size, though, of course, not all equally—a few" +- "are here for trade, for example. But the greater part are students. Lady Helen Laverstock is at present busy over Fra Angelico." - I mention her name because we are passing her villa on the left. - "No, you can only see it if you stand—no, do not stand; you will fall. She is very proud of that thick hedge." - "Inside, perfect seclusion. One might have gone back six hundred years." @@ -1192,26 +1269,27 @@ expression: chunks - "Someone Something, an American of the best type—so rare!—and that the Somebody Elses were farther down the hill." - “Doubtless you know her monographs in the series of ‘Mediæval Byways’? - He is working at Gemistus Pletho. -- "Sometimes as I take tea in their beautiful grounds I hear, over the wall, the electric tram squealing up the new road with its loads of hot," -- "dusty, unintelligent tourists who are going to ‘do’" -- "Fiesole in an hour in order that they may say they have been there, and I think—think—I think how little they think what lies so" -- near them.” +- "Sometimes as I take tea in their beautiful grounds I hear, over the wall, the electric tram squealing up the new road with its loads of" +- "hot, dusty, unintelligent tourists who are going to ‘do’" +- "Fiesole in an hour in order that they may say they have been there, and I think—think—I think how little they think what" +- lies so near them.” - During this speech the two figures on the box were sporting with each other disgracefully. Lucy had a spasm of envy. - "Granted that they wished to misbehave, it was pleasant for them to be able to do so." - They were probably the only people enjoying the expedition. - The carriage swept with agonizing jolts up through the Piazza of Fiesole and into the Settignano road. - "“Piano! piano!” said Mr. Eager, elegantly waving his hand over his head." -- "“Va bene, signore, va bene, va bene,” crooned the driver, and whipped his horses up again" -- "." +- "“Va bene, signore, va bene, va bene,” crooned the driver, and whipped his horses" +- up again. - Now Mr. Eager and Miss Lavish began to talk against each other on the subject of Alessio Baldovinetti. - "Was he a cause of the Renaissance, or was he one of its manifestations? The other carriage was left behind." -- "As the pace increased to a gallop the large, slumbering form of Mr.\nEmerson was thrown against the chaplain with the regularity of a machine." +- "As the pace increased to a gallop the large, slumbering form of Mr." +- Emerson was thrown against the chaplain with the regularity of a machine. - "“Piano! piano!” said he, with a martyred look at Lucy." - An extra lurch made him turn angrily in his seat. - "Phaethon, who for some time had been endeavouring to kiss Persephone, had just succeeded." - "A little scene ensued, which, as Miss Bartlett said afterwards, was most unpleasant." -- "The horses were stopped, the lovers were ordered to disentangle themselves, the boy was to lose his _pourboire_, the girl was immediately" -- "to get down.\n\n“She is my sister,” said he, turning round on them with piteous eyes." +- "The horses were stopped, the lovers were ordered to disentangle themselves, the boy was to lose his _pourboire_, the girl" +- "was immediately to get down.\n\n“She is my sister,” said he, turning round on them with piteous eyes." - Mr. Eager took the trouble to tell him that he was a liar. - "Phaethon hung down his head, not at the matter of the accusation, but at its manner. At this point Mr." - "Emerson, whom the shock of stopping had awoke, declared that the lovers must on no account be separated," @@ -1225,8 +1303,8 @@ expression: chunks - "The other carriage had drawn up behind, and sensible Mr. Beebe called out that after this warning the couple would be sure to behave themselves properly." - "“Leave them alone,” Mr. Emerson begged the chaplain, of whom he stood in no awe." - “Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there? -- "To be driven by lovers—A king might envy us, and if we part them it’s more like sacrilege than anything I know.”" -- Here the voice of Miss Bartlett was heard saying that a crowd had begun to collect. +- "To be driven by lovers—A king might envy us, and if we part them it’s more like sacrilege than anything I know" +- ".”\n\nHere the voice of Miss Bartlett was heard saying that a crowd had begun to collect." - "Mr. Eager, who suffered from an over-fluent tongue rather than a resolute will, was determined to make himself heard." - "He addressed the driver again. Italian in the mouth of Italians is a deep-voiced stream," - with unexpected cataracts and boulders to preserve it from monotony. In Mr. @@ -1247,10 +1325,11 @@ expression: chunks - “That I deny. It was as restful as sleeping. Aha! he is jolting us now. - "Can you wonder? He would like to throw us out, and most certainly he is justified." - "And if I were superstitious I’d be frightened of the girl," -- "too. It doesn’t do to injure young people. Have you ever heard of Lorenzo de Medici?”\n\nMiss Lavish bristled." +- too. It doesn’t do to injure young people. Have you ever heard of Lorenzo de Medici?” +- Miss Lavish bristled. - “Most certainly I have. -- "Do you refer to Lorenzo il Magnifico, or to Lorenzo, Duke of Urbino, or to Lorenzo surnamed Lorenzino on account" -- of his diminutive stature?” +- "Do you refer to Lorenzo il Magnifico, or to Lorenzo, Duke of Urbino, or to Lorenzo surnamed Lorenzino" +- on account of his diminutive stature?” - "“The Lord knows. Possibly he does know, for I refer to Lorenzo the poet." - "He wrote a line—so I heard yesterday—which runs like this: ‘Don’t go fighting against the Spring.’”" - Mr. Eager could not resist the opportunity for erudition. @@ -1259,7 +1338,8 @@ expression: chunks - "He pointed to the Val d’Arno, which was visible far below them, through the budding trees." - "“Fifty miles of Spring, and we’ve come up to admire them." - Do you suppose there’s any difference between Spring in nature and Spring in man? -- "But there we go, praising the one and condemning the other as improper, ashamed that the same laws work eternally through both.”" +- "But there we go, praising the one and condemning the other as improper, ashamed that the same laws work eternally through both." +- ” - No one encouraged him to talk. Presently Mr. - Eager gave a signal for the carriages to stop and marshalled the party for their ramble on the hill. - "A hollow like a great amphitheatre, full of terraced steps and misty olives, now lay between them and the heights of" @@ -1267,32 +1347,36 @@ expression: chunks - "It was this promontory, uncultivated," - "wet, covered with bushes and occasional trees, which had caught the fancy of Alessio Baldovinetti nearly five hundred years before." - "He had ascended it, that diligent and rather obscure master, possibly with an eye to business, possibly for the joy of ascending." -- "Standing there, he had seen that view of the Val d’Arno and distant Florence, which he afterwards had introduced not very effectively into his work." -- But where exactly had he stood? That was the question which Mr. Eager hoped to solve now. +- "Standing there, he had seen that view of the Val d’Arno and distant Florence, which he afterwards had introduced not very effectively into his work" +- ". But where exactly had he stood? That was the question which Mr. Eager hoped to solve now." - "And Miss Lavish, whose nature was attracted by anything problematical, had become equally enthusiastic." -- "But it is not easy to carry the pictures of Alessio Baldovinetti in your head, even if you have remembered to look at them before starting" -- ".\nAnd the haze in the valley increased the difficulty of the quest." -- "The party sprang about from tuft to tuft of grass, their anxiety to keep together being only equalled by their desire to go different directions." -- Finally they split into groups. -- "Lucy clung to Miss Bartlett and Miss Lavish; the Emersons returned to hold laborious converse with the drivers; while the two clergymen, who" -- "were expected to have topics in common, were left to each other." +- "But it is not easy to carry the pictures of Alessio Baldovinetti in your head, even if you have remembered to look at them" +- "before starting.\nAnd the haze in the valley increased the difficulty of the quest." +- "The party sprang about from tuft to tuft of grass, their anxiety to keep together being only equalled by their desire to go different" +- directions. Finally they split into groups. +- Lucy clung to Miss Bartlett and Miss Lavish; the Emersons returned to hold laborious converse with the drivers; while the two clergymen +- ", who were expected to have topics in common, were left to each other." - The two elder ladies soon threw off the mask. - "In the audible whisper that was now so familiar to Lucy they began to discuss, not Alessio Baldovinetti, but the drive." -- "Miss Bartlett had asked Mr. George Emerson what his profession was, and he had answered “the railway.” She was very sorry that she had asked him." +- "Miss Bartlett had asked Mr. George Emerson what his profession was, and he had answered “the railway.”" +- She was very sorry that she had asked him. - "She had no idea that it would be such a dreadful answer, or she would not have asked him. Mr." - "Beebe had turned the conversation so cleverly, and she hoped that the young man was not very much hurt at her asking him." - "“The railway!” gasped Miss Lavish. “Oh, but I shall die! Of course it was the railway!”" - "She could not control her mirth. “He is the image of a porter—on, on the South-Eastern.”" -- "“Eleanor, be quiet,” plucking at her vivacious companion. “Hush!\nThey’ll hear—the Emersons—”" -- "“I can’t stop. Let me go my wicked way. A porter—”\n\n“Eleanor!”" +- "“Eleanor, be quiet,” plucking at her vivacious companion. “Hush!" +- "They’ll hear—the Emersons—”\n\n“I can’t stop. Let me go my wicked way. A porter—”" +- “Eleanor!” - "“I’m sure it’s all right,” put in Lucy." -- "“The Emersons won’t hear, and they wouldn’t mind if they did.”\n\nMiss Lavish did not seem pleased at this." +- "“The Emersons won’t hear, and they wouldn’t mind if they did.”" +- Miss Lavish did not seem pleased at this. - “Miss Honeychurch listening!” she said rather crossly. “Pouf! Wouf! You naughty girl! Go away!” - "“Oh, Lucy, you ought to be with Mr. Eager, I’m sure.”" - "“I can’t find them now, and I don’t want to either.”" - "“Mr. Eager will be offended. It is your party.”\n\n“Please, I’d rather stop here with you.”" -- "“No, I agree,” said Miss Lavish. “It’s like a school feast; the boys have got separated from the girls." -- "Miss Lucy, you are to go. We wish to converse on high topics unsuited for your ear.”" +- "“No, I agree,” said Miss Lavish." +- "“It’s like a school feast; the boys have got separated from the girls. Miss Lucy, you are to go." +- We wish to converse on high topics unsuited for your ear.” - The girl was stubborn. As her time at Florence drew to its close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent. - "Such a one was Miss Lavish, and such for the moment was Charlotte." - She wished she had not called attention to herself; they were both annoyed at her remark and seemed determined to get rid of her. @@ -1304,16 +1388,17 @@ expression: chunks - She sat on one; who was to sit on the other? - "“Lucy; without a moment’s doubt, Lucy. The ground will do for me." - Really I have not had rheumatism for years. If I do feel it coming on I shall stand. -- Imagine your mother’s feelings if I let you sit in the wet in your white linen.” She sat down heavily where the ground looked particularly moist. -- "“Here we are, all settled delightfully. Even if my dress is thinner it will not show so much, being brown. Sit down, dear;" +- Imagine your mother’s feelings if I let you sit in the wet in your white linen.” +- "She sat down heavily where the ground looked particularly moist. “Here we are, all settled delightfully." +- "Even if my dress is thinner it will not show so much, being brown. Sit down, dear;" - you are too unselfish; you don’t assert yourself enough.” She cleared her throat. -- "“Now don’t be alarmed; this isn’t a cold. It’s the tiniest cough, and I have had it three days." -- It’s nothing to do with sitting here at all.” +- “Now don’t be alarmed; this isn’t a cold. +- "It’s the tiniest cough, and I have had it three days. It’s nothing to do with sitting here at all.”" - There was only one way of treating the situation. At the end of five minutes Lucy departed in search of Mr. Beebe and Mr. - "Eager, vanquished by the mackintosh square." - "She addressed herself to the drivers, who were sprawling in the carriages, perfuming the cushions with cigars." -- "The miscreant, a bony young man scorched black by the sun, rose to greet her with the courtesy of a host and the assurance of" -- "a relative.\n\n“Dove?” said Lucy, after much anxious thought." +- "The miscreant, a bony young man scorched black by the sun, rose to greet her with the courtesy of a host and the" +- "assurance of a relative.\n\n“Dove?” said Lucy, after much anxious thought." - His face lit up. Of course he knew where. Not so far either. His arm swept three-fourths of the horizon. - He should just think he did know where. - "He pressed his finger-tips to his forehead and then pushed them towards her, as if oozing with visible extract of knowledge." @@ -1322,18 +1407,20 @@ expression: chunks - "“Uno—piu—piccolo,” was her next remark, implying “Has the cigar been given to you by Mr." - "Beebe, the smaller of the two good men?”" - She was correct as usual. -- "He tied the horse to a tree, kicked it to make it stay quiet, dusted the carriage, arranged his hair, remoulded his hat," -- "encouraged his moustache, and in rather less than a quarter of a minute was ready to conduct her. Italians are born knowing the way." -- "It would seem that the whole earth lay before them, not as a map, but as a chess-board, whereon they continually behold the changing pieces" -- "as well as the squares. Any one can find places, but the finding of people is a gift from God." +- "He tied the horse to a tree, kicked it to make it stay quiet, dusted the carriage, arranged his hair, remoulded his" +- "hat, encouraged his moustache, and in rather less than a quarter of a minute was ready to conduct her." +- Italians are born knowing the way. +- "It would seem that the whole earth lay before them, not as a map, but as a chess-board, whereon they continually behold the" +- "changing pieces as well as the squares. Any one can find places, but the finding of people is a gift from God." - "He only stopped once, to pick her some great blue violets. She thanked him with real pleasure." - In the company of this common man the world was beautiful and direct. For the first time she felt the influence of Spring. -- "His arm swept the horizon gracefully; violets, like other things, existed in great profusion there; “would she like to see them?”" -- “Ma buoni uomini.” +- "His arm swept the horizon gracefully; violets, like other things, existed in great profusion there; “would she like to see them?" +- "”\n\n“Ma buoni uomini.”" - "He bowed. Certainly. Good men first, violets afterwards. They proceeded briskly through the undergrowth, which became thicker and thicker." -- "They were nearing the edge of the promontory, and the view was stealing round them, but the brown network of the bushes shattered it into countless pieces" -- ". He was occupied in his cigar, and in holding back the pliant boughs. She was rejoicing in her escape from dullness." -- "Not a step, not a twig, was unimportant to her.\n\n“What is that?”" +- "They were nearing the edge of the promontory, and the view was stealing round them, but the brown network of the bushes shattered it into" +- "countless pieces. He was occupied in his cigar, and in holding back the pliant boughs." +- "She was rejoicing in her escape from dullness. Not a step, not a twig, was unimportant to her." +- “What is that?” - "There was a voice in the wood, in the distance behind them. The voice of Mr. Eager? He shrugged his shoulders." - An Italian’s ignorance is sometimes more remarkable than his knowledge. She could not make him understand that perhaps they had missed the clergymen. - "The view was forming at last; she could discern the river, the golden plain, other hills.\n\n“Eccolo!” he exclaimed." @@ -1341,10 +1428,10 @@ expression: chunks - "She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end." - "“Courage!” cried her companion, now standing some six feet above.\n“Courage and love.”" - "She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view," -- "and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems" -- "collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam." -- "But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the" -- earth. +- "and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the" +- "tree stems collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam." +- "But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to" +- water the earth. - "Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man." - "But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone." - "George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven." @@ -1353,46 +1440,51 @@ expression: chunks - "Before she could speak, almost before she could feel, a voice called," - “Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!” The silence of life had been broken by Miss Bartlett who stood brown against the view. - Chapter VII They Return -- "Some complicated game had been playing up and down the hillside all the afternoon. What it was and exactly how the players had sided, Lucy was slow to discover." -- Mr. Eager had met them with a questioning eye. +- Some complicated game had been playing up and down the hillside all the afternoon. +- "What it was and exactly how the players had sided, Lucy was slow to discover. Mr. Eager had met them with a questioning eye." - "Charlotte had repulsed him with much small talk. Mr. Emerson, seeking his son, was told whereabouts to find him. Mr." - "Beebe, who wore the heated aspect of a neutral, was bidden to collect the factions for the return home." - There was a general sense of groping and bewilderment. -- "Pan had been amongst them—not the great god Pan, who has been buried these two thousand years, but the little god Pan, who presides over" -- social contretemps and unsuccessful picnics. Mr. +- "Pan had been amongst them—not the great god Pan, who has been buried these two thousand years, but the little god Pan, who" +- presides over social contretemps and unsuccessful picnics. Mr. - "Beebe had lost everyone, and had consumed in solitude the tea-basket which he had brought up as a pleasant surprise." - Miss Lavish had lost Miss Bartlett. Lucy had lost Mr. Eager. Mr. Emerson had lost George. - Miss Bartlett had lost a mackintosh square. Phaethon had lost the game. -- "That last fact was undeniable. He climbed on to the box shivering, with his collar up, prophesying the swift approach of bad weather." +- That last fact was undeniable. +- "He climbed on to the box shivering, with his collar up, prophesying the swift approach of bad weather." - "“Let us go immediately,” he told them. “The signorino will walk.”" - "“All the way? He will be hours,” said Mr. Beebe." -- “Apparently. I told him it was unwise.” He would look no one in the face; perhaps defeat was particularly mortifying for him. +- “Apparently. I told him it was unwise.” +- He would look no one in the face; perhaps defeat was particularly mortifying for him. - "He alone had played skilfully, using the whole of his instinct, while the others had used scraps of their intelligence." - "He alone had divined what things were, and what he wished them to be." - He alone had interpreted the message that Lucy had received five days before from the lips of a dying man. - "Persephone, who spends half her life in the grave—she could interpret it also. Not so these English. They gain knowledge slowly," - and perhaps too late. -- "The thoughts of a cab-driver, however just, seldom affect the lives of his employers. He was the most competent of Miss Bartlett’s opponents," +- "The thoughts of a cab-driver, however just, seldom affect the lives of his employers." +- "He was the most competent of Miss Bartlett’s opponents," - "but infinitely the least dangerous. Once back in the town, he and his insight and his knowledge would trouble English ladies no more." - "Of course, it was most unpleasant; she had seen his black head in the bushes; he might make a tavern story out of it." - "But after all, what have we to do with taverns? Real menace belongs to the drawing-room." - It was of drawing-room people that Miss Bartlett thought as she journeyed downwards towards the fading sun. Lucy sat beside her; Mr. - "Eager sat opposite, trying to catch her eye; he was vaguely suspicious. They spoke of Alessio Baldovinetti." - Rain and darkness came on together. The two ladies huddled together under an inadequate parasol. -- "There was a lightning flash, and Miss Lavish who was nervous, screamed from the carriage in front. At the next flash, Lucy screamed also." -- "Mr. Eager addressed her professionally:" -- "“Courage, Miss Honeychurch, courage and faith. If I might say so, there is something almost blasphemous in this horror of the elements." -- "Are we seriously to suppose that all these clouds, all this immense electrical display, is simply called into existence to extinguish you or me?”" -- “No—of course—” +- "There was a lightning flash, and Miss Lavish who was nervous, screamed from the carriage in front." +- "At the next flash, Lucy screamed also. Mr. Eager addressed her professionally:" +- "“Courage, Miss Honeychurch, courage and faith." +- "If I might say so, there is something almost blasphemous in this horror of the elements." +- "Are we seriously to suppose that all these clouds, all this immense electrical display, is simply called into existence to extinguish you or me?" +- "”\n\n“No—of course—”" - “Even from the scientific standpoint the chances against our being struck are enormous. - "The steel knives, the only articles which might attract the current, are in the other carriage." - "And, in any case, we are infinitely safer than if we were walking. Courage—courage and faith.”" - "Under the rug, Lucy felt the kindly pressure of her cousin’s hand." -- At times our need for a sympathetic gesture is so great that we care not what exactly it signifies or how much we may have to pay for it afterwards. -- "Miss Bartlett, by this timely exercise of her muscles,\ngained more than she would have got in hours of preaching or cross examination." +- At times our need for a sympathetic gesture is so great that we care not what exactly it signifies or how much we may have to pay for it +- "afterwards. Miss Bartlett, by this timely exercise of her muscles,\ngained more than she would have got in hours of preaching or cross examination." - "She renewed it when the two carriages stopped, half into Florence." - “Mr. Eager!” called Mr. Beebe. “We want your assistance. Will you interpret for us?” -- "“George!” cried Mr. Emerson. “Ask your driver which way George went.\nThe boy may lose his way. He may be killed.”" +- “George!” cried Mr. Emerson. “Ask your driver which way George went. +- The boy may lose his way. He may be killed.” - "“Go, Mr. Eager,” said Miss Bartlett, “don’t ask our driver; our driver is no help." - "Go and support poor Mr. Beebe—, he is nearly demented.”" - “He may be killed!” cried the old man. “He may be killed!” @@ -1400,13 +1492,15 @@ expression: chunks - “In the presence of reality that kind of person invariably breaks down.” - "“What does he know?” whispered Lucy as soon as they were alone.\n“Charlotte, how much does Mr. Eager know?”" - "“Nothing, dearest; he knows nothing. But—” she pointed at the driver—“_he_ knows everything." -- "Dearest, had we better? Shall I?” She took out her purse. “It is dreadful to be entangled with low-class people." -- "He saw it all.” Tapping Phaethon’s back with her guide-book," +- "Dearest, had we better? Shall I?” She took out her purse." +- “It is dreadful to be entangled with low-class people. He saw it all.” +- "Tapping Phaethon’s back with her guide-book," - "she said, “Silenzio!” and offered him a franc." - "“Va bene,” he replied, and accepted it. As well this ending to his day as any." - "But Lucy, a mortal maid, was disappointed in him." - "There was an explosion up the road. The storm had struck the overhead wire of the tramline, and one of the great supports had fallen." -- "If they had not stopped perhaps they might have been hurt. They chose to regard it as a miraculous preservation, and the floods of love and sincerity," +- If they had not stopped perhaps they might have been hurt. +- "They chose to regard it as a miraculous preservation, and the floods of love and sincerity," - "which fructify every hour of life, burst forth in tumult. They descended from the carriages; they embraced each other." - It was as joyful to be forgiven past unworthinesses as to forgive them. For a moment they realized vast possibilities of good. - The older people recovered quickly. In the very height of their emotion they knew it to be unmanly or unladylike. @@ -1418,8 +1512,8 @@ expression: chunks - "“I have been obstinate and silly—worse than you know, far worse." - "Once by the river—Oh, but he isn’t killed—he wouldn’t be killed, would he?”" - The thought disturbed her repentance. -- "As a matter of fact, the storm was worst along the road; but she had been near danger, and so she thought it must be near to everyone." -- “I trust not. One would always pray against that.” +- "As a matter of fact, the storm was worst along the road; but she had been near danger, and so she thought it must be near to" +- "everyone.\n\n“I trust not. One would always pray against that.”" - "“He is really—I think he was taken by surprise, just as I was before." - But this time I’m not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. - "No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. I had silly thoughts." @@ -1429,14 +1523,17 @@ expression: chunks - "Miss Bartlett was silent. Indeed, she had little more to learn. With a certain amount of insight she drew her young cousin affectionately to her." - "All the way back Lucy’s body was shaken by deep sighs, which nothing could repress." - "“I want to be truthful,” she whispered. “It is so hard to be absolutely truthful.”" -- "“Don’t be troubled, dearest. Wait till you are calmer. We will talk it over before bed-time in my room.”" +- "“Don’t be troubled, dearest. Wait till you are calmer." +- We will talk it over before bed-time in my room.” - So they re-entered the city with hands clasped. It was a shock to the girl to find how far emotion had ebbed in others. - "The storm had ceased," - "and Mr. Emerson was easier about his son. Mr. Beebe had regained good humour, and Mr." -- "Eager was already snubbing Miss Lavish. Charlotte alone she was sure of—Charlotte, whose exterior concealed so much insight and love." -- The luxury of self-exposure kept her almost happy through the long evening. She thought not so much of what had happened as of how she should describe it. -- "All her sensations, her spasms of courage, her moments of unreasonable joy, her mysterious discontent, should be carefully laid before her" -- cousin. And together in divine confidence they would disentangle and interpret them all. +- Eager was already snubbing Miss Lavish. +- "Charlotte alone she was sure of—Charlotte, whose exterior concealed so much insight and love." +- The luxury of self-exposure kept her almost happy through the long evening. +- She thought not so much of what had happened as of how she should describe it. +- "All her sensations, her spasms of courage, her moments of unreasonable joy, her mysterious discontent, should be carefully laid" +- before her cousin. And together in divine confidence they would disentangle and interpret them all. - "“At last,” thought she, “I shall understand myself." - "I shan’t again be troubled by things that come out of nothing, and mean I don’t know what.”" - Miss Alan asked her to play. She refused vehemently. Music seemed to her the employment of a child. @@ -1444,13 +1541,15 @@ expression: chunks - When it was over she capped it by a story of her own. Lucy became rather hysterical with the delay. - "In vain she tried to check, or at all events to accelerate, the tale." - "It was not till a late hour that Miss Bartlett had recovered her luggage and could say in her usual tone of gentle reproach:" -- "“Well, dear, I at all events am ready for Bedfordshire. Come into my room, and I will give a good brush to your hair.”" -- "With some solemnity the door was shut, and a cane chair placed for the girl. Then Miss Bartlett said “So what is to be done?”" +- "“Well, dear, I at all events am ready for Bedfordshire." +- "Come into my room, and I will give a good brush to your hair.”" +- "With some solemnity the door was shut, and a cane chair placed for the girl." +- Then Miss Bartlett said “So what is to be done?” - She was unprepared for the question. It had not occurred to her that she would have to do anything. - A detailed exhibition of her emotions was all that she had counted upon. - "“What is to be done? A point, dearest, which you alone can settle.”" -- "The rain was streaming down the black windows, and the great room felt damp and chilly, One candle burnt trembling on the chest of drawers close to Miss" -- "Bartlett’s toque, which cast monstrous and fantastic shadows on the bolted door." +- "The rain was streaming down the black windows, and the great room felt damp and chilly, One candle burnt trembling on the chest of drawers close to" +- "Miss Bartlett’s toque, which cast monstrous and fantastic shadows on the bolted door." - "A tram roared by in the dark, and Lucy felt unaccountably sad, though she had long since dried her eyes." - "She lifted them to the ceiling, where the griffins and bassoons were colourless and vague, the very ghosts of joy." - "“It has been raining for nearly four hours,” she said at last.\n\nMiss Bartlett ignored the remark." @@ -1458,41 +1557,46 @@ expression: chunks - "Lucy began to pace up and down the room.\n\n“I don’t understand,” she said at last." - "She understood very well, but she no longer wished to be absolutely truthful.\n\n“How are you going to stop him talking about it?”" - “I have a feeling that talk is a thing he will never do.” -- "“I, too, intend to judge him charitably. But unfortunately I have met the type before. They seldom keep their exploits to themselves.”" -- "“Exploits?” cried Lucy, wincing under the horrible plural." -- "“My poor dear, did you suppose that this was his first? Come here and listen to me. I am only gathering it from his own remarks." +- "“I, too, intend to judge him charitably. But unfortunately I have met the type before." +- "They seldom keep their exploits to themselves.”\n\n“Exploits?” cried Lucy, wincing under the horrible plural." +- "“My poor dear, did you suppose that this was his first? Come here and listen to me." +- I am only gathering it from his own remarks. - Do you remember that day at lunch when he argued with Miss Alan that liking one person is an extra reason for liking another?” - "“Yes,” said Lucy, whom at the time the argument had pleased." - "“Well, I am no prude. There is no need to call him a wicked young man," -- "but obviously he is thoroughly unrefined. Let us put it down to his deplorable antecedents and education, if you wish." +- but obviously he is thoroughly unrefined. +- "Let us put it down to his deplorable antecedents and education, if you wish." - But we are no farther on with our question. What do you propose to do?” - "An idea rushed across Lucy’s brain, which, had she thought of it sooner and made it part of her, might have proved victorious." - "“I propose to speak to him,” said she.\n\nMiss Bartlett uttered a cry of genuine alarm." -- "“You see, Charlotte, your kindness—I shall never forget it. But—as you said—it is my affair. Mine and his.”" -- "“And you are going to _implore_ him, to _beg_ him to keep silence?”" +- "“You see, Charlotte, your kindness—I shall never forget it. But—as you said—it is my affair." +- "Mine and his.”\n\n“And you are going to _implore_ him, to _beg_ him to keep silence?”" - "“Certainly not. There would be no difficulty. Whatever you ask him he answers, yes or no; then it is over." - I have been frightened of him. But now I am not one little bit.” - "“But we fear him for you, dear." -- "You are so young and inexperienced, you have lived among such nice people, that you cannot realize what men can be—how they can take a" -- brutal pleasure in insulting a woman whom her sex does not protect and rally round. -- "This afternoon, for example, if I had not arrived, what would have happened?”\n\n“I can’t think,” said Lucy gravely." -- "Something in her voice made Miss Bartlett repeat her question, intoning it more vigorously.\n\n“What would have happened if I hadn’t arrived?”" -- "“I can’t think,” said Lucy again.\n\n“When he insulted you, how would you have replied?”" -- "“I hadn’t time to think. You came.”\n\n“Yes, but won’t you tell me now what you would have done?”" -- "“I should have—” She checked herself, and broke the sentence off. She went up to the dripping window and strained her eyes into the darkness." -- She could not think what she would have done. +- "You are so young and inexperienced, you have lived among such nice people, that you cannot realize what men can be—how they can" +- take a brutal pleasure in insulting a woman whom her sex does not protect and rally round. +- "This afternoon, for example, if I had not arrived, what would have happened?”" +- "“I can’t think,” said Lucy gravely.\n\nSomething in her voice made Miss Bartlett repeat her question, intoning it more vigorously." +- "“What would have happened if I hadn’t arrived?”\n\n“I can’t think,” said Lucy again." +- "“When he insulted you, how would you have replied?”\n\n“I hadn’t time to think. You came.”" +- "“Yes, but won’t you tell me now what you would have done?”" +- "“I should have—” She checked herself, and broke the sentence off." +- "She went up to the dripping window and strained her eyes into the darkness.\nShe could not think what she would have done." - "“Come away from the window, dear,” said Miss Bartlett. “You will be seen from the road.”" - Lucy obeyed. She was in her cousin’s power. - She could not modulate out the key of self-abasement in which she had started. -- "Neither of them referred again to her suggestion that she should speak to George and settle the matter, whatever it was, with him.\n\nMiss Bartlett became plaintive." +- "Neither of them referred again to her suggestion that she should speak to George and settle the matter, whatever it was, with him." +- Miss Bartlett became plaintive. - "“Oh, for a real man! We are only two women, you and I. Mr. Beebe is hopeless. There is Mr." - "Eager, but you do not trust him. Oh, for your brother!" - "He is young, but I know that his sister’s insult would rouse in him a very lion." - "Thank God, chivalry is not yet dead. There are still left some men who can reverence woman.”" - "As she spoke, she pulled off her rings, of which she wore several, and ranged them upon the pin cushion." -- "Then she blew into her gloves and said:\n\n“It will be a push to catch the morning train, but we must try.”\n\n“What train?”" -- "“The train to Rome.” She looked at her gloves critically.\n\nThe girl received the announcement as easily as it had been given." -- "“When does the train to Rome go?”\n\n“At eight.”\n\n“Signora Bertolini would be upset.”" +- "Then she blew into her gloves and said:\n\n“It will be a push to catch the morning train, but we must try.”" +- "“What train?”\n\n“The train to Rome.” She looked at her gloves critically." +- "The girl received the announcement as easily as it had been given.\n\n“When does the train to Rome go?”\n\n“At eight.”" +- “Signora Bertolini would be upset.” - "“We must face that,” said Miss Bartlett, not liking to say that she had given notice already." - “She will make us pay for a whole week’s pension.” - "“I expect she will. However, we shall be much more comfortable at the Vyses’ hotel." @@ -1501,10 +1605,11 @@ expression: chunks - To her tired eyes Charlotte throbbed and swelled like a ghostly figure in a dream. - "They began to sort their clothes for packing, for there was no time to lose, if they were to catch the train to Rome." - "Lucy, when admonished," -- "began to move to and fro between the rooms, more conscious of the discomforts of packing by candlelight than of a subtler ill. Charlotte," -- "who was practical without ability, knelt by the side of an empty trunk," +- "began to move to and fro between the rooms, more conscious of the discomforts of packing by candlelight than of a subtler ill." +- "Charlotte,\nwho was practical without ability, knelt by the side of an empty trunk," - vainly endeavouring to pave it with books of varying thickness and size. -- "She gave two or three sighs, for the stooping posture hurt her back, and, for all her diplomacy, she felt that she was growing old." +- "She gave two or three sighs, for the stooping posture hurt her back, and, for all her diplomacy, she felt that she was growing" +- old. - "The girl heard her as she entered the room, and was seized with one of those emotional impulses to which she could never attribute a cause." - "She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier,\nthe world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love." - "The impulse had come before to-day, but never so strongly. She knelt down by her cousin’s side and took her in her arms." @@ -1521,8 +1626,9 @@ expression: chunks - You want someone younger and stronger and more in sympathy with you. - "I am too uninteresting and old-fashioned—only fit to pack and unpack your things.”\n\n“Please—”" - "“My only consolation was that you found people more to your taste, and were often able to leave me at home." -- "I had my own poor ideas of what a lady ought to do, but I hope I did not inflict them on you more than was necessary." -- "You had your own way about these rooms, at all events.”\n\n“You mustn’t say these things,” said Lucy softly." +- "I had my own poor ideas of what a lady ought to do, but I hope I did not inflict them on you more than was" +- "necessary. You had your own way about these rooms, at all events.”" +- "“You mustn’t say these things,” said Lucy softly." - "She still clung to the hope that she and Charlotte loved each other,\nheart and soul. They continued to pack in silence." - "“I have been a failure,” said Miss Bartlett, as she struggled with the straps of Lucy’s trunk instead of strapping her own." - “Failed to make you happy; failed in my duty to your mother. @@ -1531,8 +1637,9 @@ expression: chunks - "“It is my fault, it is a disaster. She will never forgive me, and rightly." - "For instance, what right had I to make friends with Miss Lavish?”\n\n“Every right.”" - “When I was here for your sake? If I have vexed you it is equally true that I have neglected you. -- "Your mother will see this as clearly as I do, when you tell her.”\n\nLucy, from a cowardly wish to improve the situation, said:" -- "“Why need mother hear of it?”\n\n“But you tell her everything?”\n\n“I suppose I do generally.”" +- "Your mother will see this as clearly as I do, when you tell her.”" +- "Lucy, from a cowardly wish to improve the situation, said:\n\n“Why need mother hear of it?”" +- "“But you tell her everything?”\n\n“I suppose I do generally.”" - "“I dare not break your confidence. There is something sacred in it.\nUnless you feel that it is a thing you could not tell her.”" - The girl would not be degraded to this. - “Naturally I should have told her. @@ -1547,23 +1654,24 @@ expression: chunks - "it was Miss Bartlett who had dominated; Miss Bartlett who, even now," - "could be heard sighing into a crack in the partition wall; Miss Bartlett, who had really been neither pliable nor humble nor inconsistent." - "She had worked like a great artist; for a time—indeed," -- "for years—she had been meaningless, but at the end there was presented to the girl the complete picture of a cheerless, loveless world in which" -- "the young rush to destruction until they learn better—a shamefaced world of precautions and barriers which may avert evil, but which do not" -- "seem to bring good, if we may judge from those who have used them most." +- "for years—she had been meaningless, but at the end there was presented to the girl the complete picture of a cheerless, loveless world" +- "in which the young rush to destruction until they learn better—a shamefaced world of precautions and barriers which may avert evil," +- "but which do not seem to bring good, if we may judge from those who have used them most." - "Lucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity," - of her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. - Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul. - "The door-bell rang, and she started to the shutters. Before she reached them she hesitated, turned, and blew out the candle." - "Thus it was that,\nthough she saw someone standing in the wet below, he, though he looked up, did not see her." - To reach his room he had to go by hers. She was still dressed. -- "It struck her that she might slip into the passage and just say that she would be gone before he was up, and that their extraordinary intercourse was over." -- "Whether she would have dared to do this was never proved. At the critical moment Miss Bartlett opened her own door, and her voice said:" +- "It struck her that she might slip into the passage and just say that she would be gone before he was up, and that their extraordinary intercourse was over" +- ".\n\nWhether she would have dared to do this was never proved. At the critical moment Miss Bartlett opened her own door, and her voice said:" - "“I wish one word with you in the drawing-room, Mr. Emerson, please.”" - "Soon their footsteps returned, and Miss Bartlett said: “Good-night, Mr.\nEmerson.”" - "His heavy, tired breathing was the only reply; the chaperon had done her work." - "Lucy cried aloud: “It isn’t true. It can’t all be true. I want not to be muddled." - "I want to grow older quickly.”\n\nMiss Bartlett tapped on the wall." -- "“Go to bed at once, dear. You need all the rest you can get.”\n\nIn the morning they left for Rome.\n\n\n\n\nPART TWO" +- "“Go to bed at once, dear. You need all the rest you can get.”\n\nIn the morning they left for Rome." +- PART TWO - Chapter VIII Medieval - "The drawing-room curtains at Windy Corner had been pulled to meet, for the carpet was new and deserved protection from the August sun." - "They were heavy curtains, reaching almost to the ground, and the light that filtered through them was subdued and varied." @@ -1572,25 +1680,27 @@ expression: chunks - "Without was poured a sea of radiance;\nwithin, the glory, though visible, was tempered to the capacities of man." - Two pleasant people sat in the room. - "One—a boy of nineteen—was studying a small manual of anatomy, and peering occasionally at a bone which lay upon the piano." -- "From time to time he bounced in his chair and puffed and groaned, for the day was hot and the print small, and the human frame fearfully made" -- "; and his mother, who was writing a letter, did continually read out to him what she had written." -- "And continually did she rise from her seat and part the curtains so that a rivulet of light fell across the carpet, and make the remark that they were" -- still there. +- "From time to time he bounced in his chair and puffed and groaned, for the day was hot and the print small, and the human frame" +- "fearfully made; and his mother, who was writing a letter, did continually read out to him what she had written." +- "And continually did she rise from her seat and part the curtains so that a rivulet of light fell across the carpet, and make the remark that" +- they were still there. - "“Where aren’t they?” said the boy, who was Freddy, Lucy’s brother." - “I tell you I’m getting fairly sick.” - "“For goodness’ sake go out of my drawing-room, then?” cried Mrs." - "Honeychurch, who hoped to cure her children of slang by taking it literally.\n\nFreddy did not move or reply." -- "“I think things are coming to a head,” she observed, rather wanting her son’s opinion on the situation if she could obtain it without undue" -- "supplication.\n\n“Time they did.”\n\n“I am glad that Cecil is asking her this once more.”" +- "“I think things are coming to a head,” she observed, rather wanting her son’s opinion on the situation if she could obtain it without" +- "undue supplication.\n\n“Time they did.”\n\n“I am glad that Cecil is asking her this once more.”" - "“It’s his third go, isn’t it?”\n\n“Freddy I do call the way you talk unkind.”" -- "“I didn’t mean to be unkind.” Then he added: “But I do think Lucy might have got this off her chest in Italy." -- "I don’t know how girls manage things, but she can’t have said ‘No’ properly before, or she wouldn’t have to say it" -- "again now. Over the whole thing—I can’t explain—I do feel so uncomfortable.”\n\n“Do you indeed, dear? How interesting!”" -- "“I feel—never mind.”\n\nHe returned to his work." +- “I didn’t mean to be unkind.” +- "Then he added: “But I do think Lucy might have got this off her chest in Italy." +- "I don’t know how girls manage things, but she can’t have said ‘No’ properly before, or she wouldn’t have to" +- say it again now. Over the whole thing—I can’t explain—I do feel so uncomfortable.” +- "“Do you indeed, dear? How interesting!”\n\n“I feel—never mind.”\n\nHe returned to his work." - "“Just listen to what I have written to Mrs. Vyse. I said: ‘Dear Mrs.\nVyse.’”" - "“Yes, mother, you told me. A jolly good letter.”" - "“I said: ‘Dear Mrs. Vyse, Cecil has just asked my permission about it," -- "and I should be delighted, if Lucy wishes it. But—’” She stopped reading, “I was rather amused at Cecil asking my permission at all." +- "and I should be delighted, if Lucy wishes it." +- "But—’” She stopped reading, “I was rather amused at Cecil asking my permission at all." - "He has always gone in for unconventionality, and parents nowhere, and so forth." - "When it comes to the point, he can’t get on without me.”\n\n“Nor me.”\n\n“You?”\n\nFreddy nodded." - "“What do you mean?”\n\n“He asked me for my permission also.”\n\nShe exclaimed: “How very odd of him!”" @@ -1602,12 +1712,13 @@ expression: chunks - "Then he took up his work again, too shy to say what the bother was.\nMrs. Honeychurch went back to the window." - "“Freddy, you must come. There they still are!”\n\n“I don’t see you ought to go peeping like that.”" - “Peeping like that! Can’t I look out of my own window?” -- "But she returned to the writing-table, observing, as she passed her son, “Still page 322?” Freddy snorted, and turned over two leaves." -- "For a brief space they were silent. Close by, beyond the curtains, the gentle murmur of a long conversation had never ceased." +- "But she returned to the writing-table, observing, as she passed her son, “Still page 322?”" +- "Freddy snorted, and turned over two leaves. For a brief space they were silent." +- "Close by, beyond the curtains, the gentle murmur of a long conversation had never ceased." - "“The bother is this: I have put my foot in it with Cecil most awfully.”" - He gave a nervous gulp. -- "“Not content with ‘permission’, which I did give—that is to say, I said, ‘I don’t mind’—well, not" -- "content with that, he wanted to know whether I wasn’t off my head with joy." +- "“Not content with ‘permission’, which I did give—that is to say, I said, ‘I don’t mind’—well" +- ", not content with that, he wanted to know whether I wasn’t off my head with joy." - "He practically put it like this: Wasn’t it a splendid thing for Lucy and for Windy Corner generally if he married her?" - "And he would have an answer—he said it would strengthen his hand.”\n\n“I hope you gave a careful answer, dear.”" - "“I answered ‘No’” said the boy, grinding his teeth. “There! Fly into a stew!" @@ -1617,30 +1728,35 @@ expression: chunks - Do you suppose that a man like Cecil would take the slightest notice of anything you say? I hope he boxed your ears. - How dare you say no?” - "“Oh, do keep quiet, mother! I had to say no when I couldn’t say yes." -- "I tried to laugh as if I didn’t mean what I said, and, as Cecil laughed too, and went away, it may be all right." -- "But I feel my foot’s in it.\nOh, do keep quiet, though, and let a man do some work.”" +- "I tried to laugh as if I didn’t mean what I said, and, as Cecil laughed too, and went away, it may be all" +- "right. But I feel my foot’s in it.\nOh, do keep quiet, though, and let a man do some work.”" - "“No,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, with the air of one who has considered the subject, “I shall not keep quiet." -- "You know all that has passed between them in Rome; you know why he is down here, and yet you deliberately insult him, and try to turn him out" -- of my house.” +- "You know all that has passed between them in Rome; you know why he is down here, and yet you deliberately insult him, and try to turn" +- him out of my house.” - “Not a bit!” he pleaded. “I only let out I didn’t like him. - "I don’t hate him, but I don’t like him. What I mind is that he’ll tell Lucy.”" - He glanced at the curtains dismally. - "“Well, _I_ like him,” said Mrs. Honeychurch." - "“I know his mother; he’s good, he’s clever, he’s rich, he’s well connected—Oh, you" -- "needn’t kick the piano! He’s well connected—I’ll say it again if you like: he’s well connected.”" -- "She paused, as if rehearsing her eulogy, but her face remained dissatisfied. She added: “And he has beautiful manners.”" +- needn’t kick the piano! +- "He’s well connected—I’ll say it again if you like: he’s well connected.”" +- "She paused, as if rehearsing her eulogy, but her face remained dissatisfied." +- "She added: “And he has beautiful manners.”" - “I liked him till just now. - I suppose it’s having him spoiling Lucy’s first week at home; and it’s also something that Mr. - "Beebe said, not knowing.”" -- "“Mr. Beebe?” said his mother, trying to conceal her interest. “I don’t see how Mr. Beebe comes in.”" +- "“Mr. Beebe?” said his mother, trying to conceal her interest. “I don’t see how Mr." +- Beebe comes in.” - "“You know Mr. Beebe’s funny way, when you never quite know what he means. He said: ‘Mr." - "Vyse is an ideal bachelor.’ I was very cute, I asked him what he meant." -- "He said ‘Oh, he’s like me—better detached.’ I couldn’t make him say any more, but it set me thinking." +- "He said ‘Oh, he’s like me—better detached.’" +- "I couldn’t make him say any more, but it set me thinking." - "Since Cecil has come after Lucy he hasn’t been so pleasant, at least—I can’t explain.”" - "“You never can, dear. But I can. You are jealous of Cecil because he may stop Lucy knitting you silk ties.”" - "The explanation seemed plausible, and Freddy tried to accept it. But at the back of his brain there lurked a dim mistrust." -- Cecil praised one too much for being athletic. Was that it? Cecil made one talk in one’s own way. This tired one. Was that it? -- "And Cecil was the kind of fellow who would never wear another fellow’s cap. Unaware of his own profundity, Freddy checked himself." +- Cecil praised one too much for being athletic. Was that it? Cecil made one talk in one’s own way. This tired one. +- Was that it? And Cecil was the kind of fellow who would never wear another fellow’s cap. +- "Unaware of his own profundity, Freddy checked himself." - "He must be jealous, or he would not dislike a man for such foolish reasons." - “Will this do?” called his mother. “‘Dear Mrs. - "Vyse,—Cecil has just asked my permission about it, and I should be delighted if Lucy wishes it.’" @@ -1648,46 +1764,51 @@ expression: chunks - I must write the letter out again—‘and I have told Lucy so. - "But Lucy seems very uncertain, and in these days young people must decide for themselves.’" - I said that because I didn’t want Mrs. Vyse to think us old-fashioned. -- "She goes in for lectures and improving her mind, and all the time a thick layer of flue under the beds, and the maid’s dirty thumb-" -- marks where you turn on the electric light. She keeps that flat abominably—” +- "She goes in for lectures and improving her mind, and all the time a thick layer of flue under the beds, and the maid’s dirty" +- thumb-marks where you turn on the electric light. She keeps that flat abominably—” - "“Suppose Lucy marries Cecil, would she live in a flat, or in the country?”" - “Don’t interrupt so foolishly. Where was I? Oh yes—‘Young people must decide for themselves. - "I know that Lucy likes your son, because she tells me everything, and she wrote to me from Rome when he asked her first.’" - "No, I’ll cross that last bit out—it looks patronizing. I’ll stop at ‘because she tells me everything.’" - "Or shall I cross that out,\ntoo?”\n\n“Cross it out, too,” said Freddy.\n\nMrs. Honeychurch left it in." - "“Then the whole thing runs: ‘Dear Mrs." -- "Vyse.—Cecil has just asked my permission about it, and I should be delighted if Lucy wishes it, and I have told Lucy so." -- "But Lucy seems very uncertain, and in these days young people must decide for themselves. I know that Lucy likes your son, because she tells me everything." -- "But I do not know—’”\n\n“Look out!” cried Freddy.\n\nThe curtains parted." +- "Vyse.—Cecil has just asked my permission about it, and I should be delighted if Lucy wishes it, and I have told Lucy so" +- ". But Lucy seems very uncertain, and in these days young people must decide for themselves." +- "I know that Lucy likes your son, because she tells me everything. But I do not know—’”\n\n“Look out!” cried Freddy." +- The curtains parted. - Cecil’s first movement was one of irritation. He couldn’t bear the Honeychurch habit of sitting in the dark to save the furniture. - "Instinctively he give the curtains a twitch, and sent them swinging down their poles. Light entered." -- "There was revealed a terrace, such as is owned by many villas with trees each side of it, and on it a little rustic seat, and two" -- "flower-beds. But it was transfigured by the view beyond, for Windy Corner was built on the range that overlooks the Sussex Weald." +- "There was revealed a terrace, such as is owned by many villas with trees each side of it, and on it a little rustic seat," +- and two flower-beds. +- "But it was transfigured by the view beyond, for Windy Corner was built on the range that overlooks the Sussex Weald." - "Lucy, who was in the little seat, seemed on the edge of a green magic carpet which hovered in the air above the tremulous world." - Cecil entered. - "Appearing thus late in the story, Cecil must be at once described. He was medieval. Like a Gothic statue." -- "Tall and refined, with shoulders that seemed braced square by an effort of the will, and a head that was tilted a little higher than the usual level of vision" -- ", he resembled those fastidious saints who guard the portals of a French cathedral." -- "Well educated, well endowed, and not deficient physically, he remained in the grip of a certain devil whom the modern world knows as self-consciousness, and" -- "whom the medieval, with dimmer vision," -- "worshipped as asceticism. A Gothic statue implies celibacy, just as a Greek statue implies fruition, and perhaps this was what Mr." -- "Beebe meant. And Freddy, who ignored history and art, perhaps meant the same when he failed to imagine Cecil wearing another fellow’s cap." +- "Tall and refined, with shoulders that seemed braced square by an effort of the will, and a head that was tilted a little higher than the usual level" +- "of vision, he resembled those fastidious saints who guard the portals of a French cathedral." +- "Well educated, well endowed, and not deficient physically, he remained in the grip of a certain devil whom the modern world knows as self-consciousness" +- ", and whom the medieval, with dimmer vision," +- worshipped as asceticism. +- "A Gothic statue implies celibacy, just as a Greek statue implies fruition, and perhaps this was what Mr. Beebe meant." +- "And Freddy, who ignored history and art, perhaps meant the same when he failed to imagine Cecil wearing another fellow’s cap." - Mrs. Honeychurch left her letter on the writing table and moved towards her young acquaintance. -- "“Oh, Cecil!” she exclaimed—“oh, Cecil, do tell me!”\n\n“I promessi sposi,” said he." -- They stared at him anxiously. -- "“She has accepted me,” he said, and the sound of the thing in English made him flush and smile with pleasure, and look more human." +- "“Oh, Cecil!” she exclaimed—“oh, Cecil, do tell me!”" +- "“I promessi sposi,” said he.\n\nThey stared at him anxiously." +- "“She has accepted me,” he said, and the sound of the thing in English made him flush and smile with pleasure, and look more human" +- "." - "“I am so glad,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, while Freddy proffered a hand that was yellow with chemicals." -- "They wished that they also knew Italian, for our phrases of approval and of amazement are so connected with little occasions that we fear to use them on great ones." -- "We are obliged to become vaguely poetic, or to take refuge in Scriptural reminiscences." -- "“Welcome as one of the family!” said Mrs. Honeychurch, waving her hand at the furniture. “This is indeed a joyous day!" -- "I feel sure that you will make our dear Lucy happy.”\n\n“I hope so,” replied the young man, shifting his eyes to the ceiling." +- "They wished that they also knew Italian, for our phrases of approval and of amazement are so connected with little occasions that we fear to use them on great" +- "ones. We are obliged to become vaguely poetic, or to take refuge in Scriptural reminiscences." +- "“Welcome as one of the family!” said Mrs. Honeychurch, waving her hand at the furniture." +- “This is indeed a joyous day! I feel sure that you will make our dear Lucy happy.” +- "“I hope so,” replied the young man, shifting his eyes to the ceiling." - “We mothers—” simpered Mrs. - "Honeychurch, and then realized that she was affected, sentimental, bombastic—all the things she hated most." - "Why could she not be Freddy, who stood stiff in the middle of the room;\nlooking very cross and almost handsome?" - "“I say, Lucy!” called Cecil, for conversation seemed to flag." - "Lucy rose from the seat. She moved across the lawn and smiled in at them, just as if she was going to ask them to play tennis." -- "Then she saw her brother’s face. Her lips parted, and she took him in her arms. He said, “Steady on!”" -- "“Not a kiss for me?” asked her mother.\n\nLucy kissed her also." +- "Then she saw her brother’s face. Her lips parted, and she took him in her arms." +- "He said, “Steady on!”\n\n“Not a kiss for me?” asked her mother.\n\nLucy kissed her also." - “Would you take them into the garden and tell Mrs. Honeychurch all about it?” Cecil suggested. - "“And I’d stop here and tell my mother.”\n\n“We go with Lucy?” said Freddy, as if taking orders." - "“Yes, you go with Lucy.”" @@ -1697,59 +1818,63 @@ expression: chunks - "until they reached the kitchen garden, and there, in the presence of the potatoes and the peas, the great event would be discussed." - "Smiling indulgently, he lit a cigarette, and rehearsed the events that had led to such a happy conclusion." - "He had known Lucy for several years, but only as a commonplace girl who happened to be musical." -- "He could still remember his depression that afternoon at Rome, when she and her terrible cousin fell on him out of the blue, and demanded to be taken to St" -- ". Peter’s. That day she had seemed a typical tourist—shrill, crude, and gaunt with travel." +- "He could still remember his depression that afternoon at Rome, when she and her terrible cousin fell on him out of the blue, and demanded to be taken" +- "to St. Peter’s. That day she had seemed a typical tourist—shrill, crude, and gaunt with travel." - "But Italy worked some marvel in her. It gave her light, and—which he held more precious—it gave her shadow." - Soon he detected in her a wonderful reticence. -- "She was like a woman of Leonardo da Vinci’s, whom we love not so much for herself as for the things that she will not tell us." +- "She was like a woman of Leonardo da Vinci’s, whom we love not so much for herself as for the things that she will not tell us" +- "." - The things are assuredly not of this life; no woman of Leonardo’s could have anything so vulgar as a “story.” - She did develop most wonderfully day by day. - "So it happened that from patronizing civility he had slowly passed if not to passion, at least to a profound uneasiness." -- Already at Rome he had hinted to her that they might be suitable for each other. It had touched him greatly that she had not broken away at the suggestion. +- Already at Rome he had hinted to her that they might be suitable for each other. +- It had touched him greatly that she had not broken away at the suggestion. - Her refusal had been clear and gentle; after it—as the horrid phrase went—she had been exactly the same to him as before. - "Three months later, on the margin of Italy, among the flower-clad Alps, he had asked her again in bald, traditional language." - She reminded him of a Leonardo more than ever; her sunburnt features were shadowed by fantastic rock; -- "at his words she had turned and stood between him and the light with immeasurable plains behind her. He walked home with her unashamed," -- feeling not at all like a rejected suitor. The things that really mattered were unshaken. -- "So now he had asked her once more, and, clear and gentle as ever, she had accepted him, giving no coy reasons for her delay, but" -- simply saying that she loved him and would do her best to make him happy. +- at his words she had turned and stood between him and the light with immeasurable plains behind her. +- "He walked home with her unashamed,\nfeeling not at all like a rejected suitor. The things that really mattered were unshaken." +- "So now he had asked her once more, and, clear and gentle as ever, she had accepted him, giving no coy reasons for her delay" +- ", but simply saying that she loved him and would do her best to make him happy." - "His mother, too, would be pleased; she had counselled the step; he must write her a long account." - "Glancing at his hand, in case any of Freddy’s chemicals had come off on it, he moved to the writing table." - "There he saw “Dear Mrs. Vyse,”" - followed by many erasures. - "He recoiled without reading any more, and after a little hesitation sat down elsewhere, and pencilled a note on his knee." -- "Then he lit another cigarette, which did not seem quite as divine as the first, and considered what might be done to make Windy Corner drawing-room more" -- distinctive. -- "With that outlook it should have been a successful room, but the trail of Tottenham Court Road was upon it; he could almost visualize the motor-vans" -- of Messrs. Shoolbred and Messrs. +- "Then he lit another cigarette, which did not seem quite as divine as the first, and considered what might be done to make Windy Corner drawing-" +- room more distinctive. +- "With that outlook it should have been a successful room, but the trail of Tottenham Court Road was upon it; he could almost visualize the motor-" +- vans of Messrs. Shoolbred and Messrs. - "Maple arriving at the door and depositing this chair, those varnished book-cases, that writing-table. The table recalled Mrs." - Honeychurch’s letter. - He did not want to read that letter—his temptations never lay in that direction; but he worried about it none the less. -- It was his own fault that she was discussing him with his mother; he had wanted her support in his third attempt to win Lucy; he wanted to feel that -- "others, no matter who they were, agreed with him, and so he had asked their permission. Mrs." +- It was his own fault that she was discussing him with his mother; he had wanted her support in his third attempt to win Lucy; he wanted to +- "feel that others, no matter who they were, agreed with him, and so he had asked their permission. Mrs." - "Honeychurch had been civil, but obtuse in essentials, while as for Freddy—“He is only a boy,” he reflected." - “I represent all that he despises. Why should he want me for a brother-in-law?” -- "The Honeychurches were a worthy family, but he began to realize that Lucy was of another clay; and perhaps—he did not put it very definitely—" -- he ought to introduce her into more congenial circles as soon as possible. +- "The Honeychurches were a worthy family, but he began to realize that Lucy was of another clay; and perhaps—he did not put it very" +- definitely—he ought to introduce her into more congenial circles as soon as possible. - “Mr. Beebe!” -- "said the maid, and the new rector of Summer Street was shown in; he had at once started on friendly relations, owing to Lucy’s praise of him" -- "in her letters from Florence.\n\nCecil greeted him rather critically." +- "said the maid, and the new rector of Summer Street was shown in; he had at once started on friendly relations, owing to Lucy’s praise" +- "of him in her letters from Florence.\n\nCecil greeted him rather critically." - "“I’ve come for tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that I shall get it?”" - “I should say so. - Food is the thing one does get here—Don’t sit in that chair; young Honeychurch has left a bone in it.” -- "“Pfui!”\n\n“I know,” said Cecil. “I know. I can’t think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it.”" -- "For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples’ furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he" -- "desired.\n\n“I’ve come for tea and for gossip. Isn’t this news?”" +- “Pfui!” +- "“I know,” said Cecil. “I know. I can’t think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it.”" +- "For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples’ furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life" +- "that he desired.\n\n“I’ve come for tea and for gossip. Isn’t this news?”" - "“News? I don’t understand you,” said Cecil. “News?”" - "Mr. Beebe, whose news was of a very different nature, prattled forward." - “I met Sir Harry Otway as I came up; I have every reason to hope that I am first in the field. - He has bought Cissie and Albert from Mr. Flack!” - "“Has he indeed?” said Cecil, trying to recover himself. Into what a grotesque mistake had he fallen!" - Was it likely that a clergyman and a gentleman would refer to his engagement in a manner so flippant? -- "But his stiffness remained, and, though he asked who Cissie and Albert might be, he still thought Mr. Beebe rather a bounder." +- "But his stiffness remained, and, though he asked who Cissie and Albert might be, he still thought Mr." +- Beebe rather a bounder. - “Unpardonable question! -- "To have stopped a week at Windy Corner and not to have met Cissie and Albert, the semi-detached villas that have been run up opposite" -- the church! I’ll set Mrs. Honeychurch after you.” +- "To have stopped a week at Windy Corner and not to have met Cissie and Albert, the semi-detached villas that have been run" +- up opposite the church! I’ll set Mrs. Honeychurch after you.” - "“I’m shockingly stupid over local affairs,” said the young man languidly." - "“I can’t even remember the difference between a Parish Council and a Local Government Board. Perhaps there is no difference," - or perhaps those aren’t the right names. I only go into the country to see my friends and to enjoy the scenery. @@ -1757,15 +1882,16 @@ expression: chunks - "Mr. Beebe, distressed at this heavy reception of Cissie and Albert,\ndetermined to shift the subject." - "“Let me see, Mr. Vyse—I forget—what is your profession?”" - "“I have no profession,” said Cecil. “It is another example of my decadence." -- My attitude—quite an indefensible one—is that so long as I am no trouble to any one I have a right to do as I like -- "." -- "I know I ought to be getting money out of people, or devoting myself to things I don’t care a straw about, but somehow," -- I’ve not been able to begin.” +- My attitude—quite an indefensible one—is that so long as I am no trouble to any one I have a right to do as +- I like. +- "I know I ought to be getting money out of people, or devoting myself to things I don’t care a straw about, but somehow" +- ", I’ve not been able to begin.”" - "“You are very fortunate,” said Mr. Beebe. “It is a wonderful opportunity, the possession of leisure.”" - "His voice was rather parochial, but he did not quite see his way to answering naturally." - "He felt, as all who have regular occupation must feel, that others should have it also." - "“I am glad that you approve. I daren’t face the healthy person—for example, Freddy Honeychurch.”" -- "“Oh, Freddy’s a good sort, isn’t he?”\n\n“Admirable. The sort who has made England what she is.”" +- "“Oh, Freddy’s a good sort, isn’t he?”" +- “Admirable. The sort who has made England what she is.” - "Cecil wondered at himself. Why, on this day of all others, was he so hopelessly contrary?" - He tried to get right by inquiring effusively after Mr. - "Beebe’s mother, an old lady for whom he had no particular regard." @@ -1778,8 +1904,9 @@ expression: chunks - "“The fault of Euphemia is that she will not, simply will not, chop the suet sufficiently small.”" - "They both laughed, and things began to go better.\n\n“The faults of Freddy—” Cecil continued." - "“Ah, he has too many. No one but his mother can remember the faults of Freddy." -- "Try the faults of Miss Honeychurch; they are not innumerable.”\n\n“She has none,” said the young man, with grave sincerity." -- "“I quite agree. At present she has none.”\n\n“At present?”" +- Try the faults of Miss Honeychurch; they are not innumerable.” +- "“She has none,” said the young man, with grave sincerity.\n\n“I quite agree. At present she has none.”" +- “At present?” - “I’m not cynical. I’m only thinking of my pet theory about Miss Honeychurch. - "Does it seem reasonable that she should play so wonderfully, and live so quietly? I suspect that one day she will be wonderful in both." - "The water-tight compartments in her will break down,\nand music and life will mingle. Then we shall have her heroically good," @@ -1790,7 +1917,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Oh, I forgot; of course, you knew her before." - "No, she wasn’t wonderful in Florence either, but I kept on expecting that she would be.”\n\n“In what way?”" - "Conversation had become agreeable to them, and they were pacing up and down the terrace." -- "“I could as easily tell you what tune she’ll play next. There was simply the sense that she had found wings, and meant to use them." +- “I could as easily tell you what tune she’ll play next. +- "There was simply the sense that she had found wings, and meant to use them." - "I can show you a beautiful picture in my Italian diary: Miss Honeychurch as a kite, Miss Bartlett holding the string." - "Picture number two: the string breaks.”" - "The sketch was in his diary, but it had been made afterwards, when he viewed things artistically." @@ -1805,10 +1933,12 @@ expression: chunks - “I am sorry; I must apologize. - "I had no idea you were intimate with her, or I should never have talked in this flippant, superficial way." - "Mr. Vyse, you ought to have stopped me.” And down the garden he saw Lucy herself; yes, he was disappointed." -- "Cecil, who naturally preferred congratulations to apologies, drew down his mouth at the corners. Was this the reception his action would get from the world?" +- "Cecil, who naturally preferred congratulations to apologies, drew down his mouth at the corners." +- Was this the reception his action would get from the world? - "Of course, he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement." - "But he was sensitive to the successive particles of it which he encountered.\n\nOccasionally he could be quite crude." -- "“I am sorry I have given you a shock,” he said dryly. “I fear that Lucy’s choice does not meet with your approval.”" +- "“I am sorry I have given you a shock,” he said dryly." +- “I fear that Lucy’s choice does not meet with your approval.” - “Not that. But you ought to have stopped me. I know Miss Honeychurch only a little as time goes. - Perhaps I oughtn’t to have discussed her so freely with any one; certainly not with you.” - “You are conscious of having said something indiscreet?” @@ -1817,11 +1947,11 @@ expression: chunks - "“No, I have said nothing indiscreet." - "I foresaw at Florence that her quiet, uneventful childhood must end, and it has ended." - I realized dimly enough that she might take some momentous step. She has taken it. -- "She has learnt—you will let me talk freely, as I have begun freely—she has learnt what it is to love: the greatest lesson, some people" -- "will tell you, that our earthly life provides.” It was now time for him to wave his hat at the approaching trio." +- "She has learnt—you will let me talk freely, as I have begun freely—she has learnt what it is to love: the greatest lesson," +- "some people will tell you, that our earthly life provides.” It was now time for him to wave his hat at the approaching trio." - He did not omit to do so. -- "“She has learnt through you,” and if his voice was still clerical, it was now also sincere; “let it be your care that her knowledge" -- "is profitable to her.”\n\n“Grazie tante!” said Cecil, who did not like parsons." +- "“She has learnt through you,” and if his voice was still clerical, it was now also sincere; “let it be your care that" +- "her knowledge is profitable to her.”\n\n“Grazie tante!” said Cecil, who did not like parsons." - "“Have you heard?” shouted Mrs. Honeychurch as she toiled up the sloping garden. “Oh, Mr." - "Beebe, have you heard the news?”" - "Freddy, now full of geniality, whistled the wedding march. Youth seldom criticizes the accomplished fact." @@ -1843,36 +1973,37 @@ expression: chunks - The chief parallel to compare one great thing with another—is the power over us of a temple of some alien creed. - "Standing outside, we deride or oppose it, or at the most feel sentimental." - "Inside, though the saints and gods are not ours, we become true believers, in case any true believer should be present." -- So it was that after the gropings and the misgivings of the afternoon they pulled themselves together and settled down to a very pleasant tea- -- party. -- "If they were hypocrites they did not know it, and their hypocrisy had every chance of setting and of becoming true." -- "Anne," +- So it was that after the gropings and the misgivings of the afternoon they pulled themselves together and settled down to a very pleasant +- tea-party. +- "If they were hypocrites they did not know it, and their hypocrisy had every chance of setting and of becoming" +- "true. Anne," - "putting down each plate as if it were a wedding present, stimulated them greatly." - They could not lag behind that smile of hers which she gave them ere she kicked the drawing-room door. Mr. - Beebe chirruped. - "Freddy was at his wittiest, referring to Cecil as the “Fiasco”—family honoured pun on fiance. Mrs." - "Honeychurch, amusing and portly, promised well as a mother-in-law." -- "As for Lucy and Cecil, for whom the temple had been built, they also joined in the merry ritual, but waited, as earnest worshippers should," -- for the disclosure of some holier shrine of joy. +- "As for Lucy and Cecil, for whom the temple had been built, they also joined in the merry ritual, but waited, as earnest worshippers" +- "should, for the disclosure of some holier shrine of joy." - Chapter IX Lucy As a Work of Art - "A few days after the engagement was announced Mrs. Honeychurch made Lucy and her Fiasco come to a little garden-party in the neighbourhood," - for naturally she wanted to show people that her daughter was marrying a presentable man. -- "Cecil was more than presentable; he looked distinguished, and it was very pleasant to see his slim figure keeping step with Lucy, and his long, fair face" -- responding when Lucy spoke to him. People congratulated Mrs. -- "Honeychurch, which is, I believe, a social blunder, but it pleased her, and she introduced Cecil rather indiscriminately to" -- some stuffy dowagers. -- "At tea a misfortune took place: a cup of coffee was upset over Lucy’s figured silk, and though Lucy feigned indifference" -- ", her mother feigned nothing of the sort but dragged her indoors to have the frock treated by a sympathetic maid." +- "Cecil was more than presentable; he looked distinguished, and it was very pleasant to see his slim figure keeping step with Lucy, and his long," +- fair face responding when Lucy spoke to him. People congratulated Mrs. +- "Honeychurch, which is, I believe, a social blunder, but it pleased her, and she introduced Cecil rather" +- indiscriminately to some stuffy dowagers. +- "At tea a misfortune took place: a cup of coffee was upset over Lucy’s figured silk, and though Lucy feigned" +- "indifference, her mother feigned nothing of the sort but dragged her indoors to have the frock treated by a sympathetic maid." - "They were gone some time, and Cecil was left with the dowagers. When they returned he was not as pleasant as he had been." - “Do you go to much of this sort of thing?” he asked when they were driving home. - "“Oh, now and then,” said Lucy, who had rather enjoyed herself.\n\n“Is it typical of country society?”" - "“I suppose so. Mother, would it be?”" - "“Plenty of society,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, who was trying to remember the hang of one of the dresses." -- "Seeing that her thoughts were elsewhere, Cecil bent towards Lucy and said:\n\n“To me it seemed perfectly appalling, disastrous, portentous.”" -- “I am so sorry that you were stranded.” +- "Seeing that her thoughts were elsewhere, Cecil bent towards Lucy and said:" +- "“To me it seemed perfectly appalling, disastrous, portentous.”\n\n“I am so sorry that you were stranded.”" - "“Not that, but the congratulations." -- "It is so disgusting, the way an engagement is regarded as public property—a kind of waste place where every outsider may shoot his vulgar sentiment." -- "All those old women smirking!”\n\n“One has to go through it, I suppose. They won’t notice us so much next time.”" +- "It is so disgusting, the way an engagement is regarded as public property—a kind of waste place where every outsider may shoot his vulgar sentiment" +- ". All those old women smirking!”" +- "“One has to go through it, I suppose. They won’t notice us so much next time.”" - “But my point is that their whole attitude is wrong. - "An engagement—horrid word in the first place—is a private matter, and should be treated as such.”" - "Yet the smirking old women, however wrong individually, were racially correct. The spirit of the generations had smiled through them," @@ -1882,33 +2013,35 @@ expression: chunks - "“I don’t play tennis—at least, not in public. The neighbourhood is deprived of the romance of me being athletic." - "Such romance as I have is that of the Inglese Italianato.”\n\n“Inglese Italianato?”" - “E un diavolo incarnato! You know the proverb?” -- "She did not. Nor did it seem applicable to a young man who had spent a quiet winter in Rome with his mother. But Cecil, since his engagement," -- had taken to affect a cosmopolitan naughtiness which he was far from possessing. +- She did not. Nor did it seem applicable to a young man who had spent a quiet winter in Rome with his mother. +- "But Cecil, since his engagement,\nhad taken to affect a cosmopolitan naughtiness which he was far from possessing." - "“Well,” said he, “I cannot help it if they do disapprove of me." - "There are certain irremovable barriers between myself and them, and I must accept them.”" - "“We all have our limitations, I suppose,” said wise Lucy." -- "“Sometimes they are forced on us, though,” said Cecil, who saw from her remark that she did not quite understand his position.\n\n“How?”" -- "“It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in,\nor whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?”" -- "She thought a moment, and agreed that it did make a difference." +- "“Sometimes they are forced on us, though,” said Cecil, who saw from her remark that she did not quite understand his position." +- “How?” +- "“It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in," +- "or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?”\n\nShe thought a moment, and agreed that it did make a difference." - "“Difference?” cried Mrs. Honeychurch, suddenly alert. “I don’t see any difference." - "Fences are fences, especially when they are in the same place.”" - "“We were speaking of motives,” said Cecil, on whom the interruption jarred." - "“My dear Cecil, look here.” She spread out her knees and perched her card-case on her lap. “This is me." -- "That’s Windy Corner. The rest of the pattern is the other people. Motives are all very well, but the fence comes here.”" -- "“We weren’t talking of real fences,” said Lucy, laughing.\n\n“Oh, I see, dear—poetry.”" -- She leant placidly back. Cecil wondered why Lucy had been amused. -- "“I tell you who has no ‘fences,’ as you call them,” she said, “and that’s Mr. Beebe.”" -- “A parson fenceless would mean a parson defenceless.” +- That’s Windy Corner. The rest of the pattern is the other people. +- "Motives are all very well, but the fence comes here.”\n\n“We weren’t talking of real fences,” said Lucy, laughing." +- "“Oh, I see, dear—poetry.”\n\nShe leant placidly back. Cecil wondered why Lucy had been amused." +- "“I tell you who has no ‘fences,’ as you call them,” she said, “and that’s Mr." +- "Beebe.”\n\n“A parson fenceless would mean a parson defenceless.”" - "Lucy was slow to follow what people said, but quick enough to detect what they meant." - "She missed Cecil’s epigram, but grasped the feeling that prompted it." - “Don’t you like Mr. Beebe?” she asked thoughtfully. - “I never said so!” he cried. “I consider him far above the average. - "I only denied—” And he swept off on the subject of fences again, and was brilliant." -- "“Now, a clergyman that I do hate,” said she wanting to say something sympathetic, “a clergyman that does have fences, and the most dreadful ones" -- ", is Mr. Eager, the English chaplain at Florence. He was truly insincere—not merely the manner unfortunate." +- "“Now, a clergyman that I do hate,” said she wanting to say something sympathetic, “a clergyman that does have fences, and the most" +- "dreadful ones, is Mr. Eager, the English chaplain at Florence. He was truly insincere—not merely the manner unfortunate." - "He was a snob, and so conceited, and he did say such unkind things.”\n\n“What sort of things?”" - "“There was an old man at the Bertolini whom he said had murdered his wife.”\n\n“Perhaps he had.”\n\n“No!”" -- "“Why ‘no’?”\n\n“He was such a nice old man, I’m sure.”\n\nCecil laughed at her feminine inconsequence." +- "“Why ‘no’?”\n\n“He was such a nice old man, I’m sure.”" +- Cecil laughed at her feminine inconsequence. - "“Well, I did try to sift the thing. Mr. Eager would never come to the point." - He prefers it vague—said the old man had ‘practically’ murdered his wife—had murdered her in the sight of God.” - "“Hush, dear!” said Mrs. Honeychurch absently." @@ -1924,20 +2057,20 @@ expression: chunks - Whatever is there to shout over? I forbid you and Cecil to hate any more clergymen.” - He smiled. There was indeed something rather incongruous in Lucy’s moral outburst over Mr. Eager. - It was as if one should see the Leonardo on the ceiling of the Sistine. -- "He longed to hint to her that not here lay her vocation; that a woman’s power and charm reside in mystery, not in muscular rant" -- ". But possibly rant is a sign of vitality: it mars the beautiful creature, but shows that she is alive." +- "He longed to hint to her that not here lay her vocation; that a woman’s power and charm reside in mystery, not in muscular" +- "rant. But possibly rant is a sign of vitality: it mars the beautiful creature, but shows that she is alive." - "After a moment, he contemplated her flushed face and excited gestures with a certain approval. He forebore to repress the sources of youth." - "Nature—simplest of topics, he thought—lay around them." -- "He praised the pine-woods, the deep lasts of bracken, the crimson leaves that spotted the hurt-bushes, the serviceable beauty of the" -- "turnpike road. The outdoor world was not very familiar to him, and occasionally he went wrong in a question of fact. Mrs." +- "He praised the pine-woods, the deep lasts of bracken, the crimson leaves that spotted the hurt-bushes, the serviceable beauty of" +- "the turnpike road. The outdoor world was not very familiar to him, and occasionally he went wrong in a question of fact. Mrs." - Honeychurch’s mouth twitched when he spoke of the perpetual green of the larch. - "“I count myself a lucky person,” he concluded, “When I’m in London I feel I could never live out of it." - When I’m in the country I feel the same about the country. -- "After all, I do believe that birds and trees and the sky are the most wonderful things in life, and that the people who live amongst them must be the" -- best. It’s true that in nine cases out of ten they don’t seem to notice anything. +- "After all, I do believe that birds and trees and the sky are the most wonderful things in life, and that the people who live amongst them must" +- be the best. It’s true that in nine cases out of ten they don’t seem to notice anything. - The country gentleman and the country labourer are each in their way the most depressing of companions. -- "Yet they may have a tacit sympathy with the workings of Nature which is denied to us of the town. Do you feel that, Mrs." -- Honeychurch?” +- Yet they may have a tacit sympathy with the workings of Nature which is denied to us of the town. +- "Do you feel that, Mrs.\nHoneychurch?”" - "Mrs. Honeychurch started and smiled. She had not been attending. Cecil," - "who was rather crushed on the front seat of the victoria, felt irritable, and determined not to say anything interesting again." - "Lucy had not attended either. Her brow was wrinkled, and she still looked furiously cross—the result, he concluded, of too much moral gymnastics." @@ -1949,11 +2082,12 @@ expression: chunks - "Let us take Mrs. Honeychurch’s advice and hate clergymen no more.\nWhat’s this place?”" - "“Summer Street, of course,” said Lucy, and roused herself." - The woods had opened to leave space for a sloping triangular meadow. -- "Pretty cottages lined it on two sides, and the upper and third side was occupied by a new stone church, expensively simple, a charming shingled spire" -- ". Mr. Beebe’s house was near the church. In height it scarcely exceeded the cottages." +- "Pretty cottages lined it on two sides, and the upper and third side was occupied by a new stone church, expensively simple, a charming" +- shingled spire. Mr. Beebe’s house was near the church. In height it scarcely exceeded the cottages. - "Some great mansions were at hand, but they were hidden in the trees." -- "The scene suggested a Swiss Alp rather than the shrine and centre of a leisured world, and was marred only by two ugly little villas—the" -- "villas that had competed with Cecil’s engagement,\nhaving been acquired by Sir Harry Otway the very afternoon that Lucy had been acquired by Cecil." +- "The scene suggested a Swiss Alp rather than the shrine and centre of a leisured world, and was marred only by two ugly little villas—" +- "the villas that had competed with Cecil’s engagement," +- having been acquired by Sir Harry Otway the very afternoon that Lucy had been acquired by Cecil. - "“Cissie” was the name of one of these villas, “Albert” of the other." - "These titles were not only picked out in shaded Gothic on the garden gates, but appeared a second time on the porches, where they followed the" - semicircular curve of the entrance arch in block capitals. “Albert” @@ -1969,20 +2103,22 @@ expression: chunks - "I can’t, I really can’t turn out Miss Flack.”" - “Am I not always right? She ought to have gone before the contract was signed. - "Does she still live rent free, as she did in her nephew’s time?”" -- "“But what can I do?” He lowered his voice. “An old lady, so very vulgar, and almost bedridden.”" -- "“Turn her out,” said Cecil bravely." +- “But what can I do?” He lowered his voice. +- "“An old lady, so very vulgar, and almost bedridden.”\n\n“Turn her out,” said Cecil bravely." - "Sir Harry sighed, and looked at the villas mournfully. He had had full warning of Mr." - "Flack’s intentions, and might have bought the plot before building commenced: but he was apathetic and dilatory." - He had known Summer Street for so many years that he could not imagine it being spoilt. Not till Mrs. - "Flack had laid the foundation stone, and the apparition of red and cream brick began to rise did he take alarm." - He called on Mr. -- "Flack, the local builder,—a most reasonable and respectful man—who agreed that tiles would have made more artistic roof, but pointed out that" -- "slates were cheaper. He ventured to differ," -- "however, about the Corinthian columns which were to cling like leeches to the frames of the bow windows, saying that, for his part" -- ", he liked to relieve the façade by a bit of decoration. Sir Harry hinted that a column, if possible, should be structural as well as decorative." +- "Flack, the local builder,—a most reasonable and respectful man—who agreed that tiles would have made more artistic roof, but pointed" +- "out that slates were cheaper. He ventured to differ," +- "however, about the Corinthian columns which were to cling like leeches to the frames of the bow windows, saying that, for" +- "his part, he liked to relieve the façade by a bit of decoration." +- "Sir Harry hinted that a column, if possible, should be structural as well as decorative." - Mr. -- "Flack replied that all the columns had been ordered, adding, “and all the capitals different—one with dragons in the foliage, another approaching to the" -- "Ionian style, another introducing Mrs. Flack’s initials—every one different.” For he had read his Ruskin." +- "Flack replied that all the columns had been ordered, adding, “and all the capitals different—one with dragons in the foliage, another approaching" +- "to the Ionian style, another introducing Mrs. Flack’s initials—every one different.”" +- For he had read his Ruskin. - He built his villas according to his desire; and not until he had inserted an immovable aunt into one of them did Sir Harry buy. - This futile and unprofitable transaction filled the knight with sadness as he leant on Mrs. Honeychurch’s carriage. - "He had failed in his duties to the country-side, and the country-side was laughing at him as well." @@ -1995,9 +2131,10 @@ expression: chunks - "“You ought to find a tenant at once,” he said maliciously. “It would be a perfect paradise for a bank clerk.”" - "“Exactly!” said Sir Harry excitedly. “That is exactly what I fear, Mr." - "Vyse. It will attract the wrong type of people. The train service has improved—a fatal improvement, to my mind." -- "And what are five miles from a station in these days of bicycles?”\n\n“Rather a strenuous clerk it would be,” said Lucy." -- "Cecil, who had his full share of mediaeval mischievousness, replied that the physique of the lower middle classes was improving at a most" -- "appalling rate. She saw that he was laughing at their harmless neighbour, and roused herself to stop him." +- And what are five miles from a station in these days of bicycles?” +- "“Rather a strenuous clerk it would be,” said Lucy." +- "Cecil, who had his full share of mediaeval mischievousness, replied that the physique of the lower middle classes was improving at" +- "a most appalling rate. She saw that he was laughing at their harmless neighbour, and roused herself to stop him." - "“Sir Harry!” she exclaimed, “I have an idea. How would you like spinsters?”" - "“My dear Lucy, it would be splendid. Do you know any such?”\n\n“Yes; I met them abroad.”" - “Gentlewomen?” he asked tentatively. @@ -2007,25 +2144,28 @@ expression: chunks - “Indeed you may!” he cried. “Here we are with the difficulty solved already. How delightful it is! - "Extra facilities—please tell them they shall have extra facilities, for I shall have no agents’ fees. Oh, the agents!" - The appalling people they have sent me! -- "One woman, when I wrote—a tactful letter, you know—asking her to explain her social position to me, replied that she would pay the" -- rent in advance. As if one cares about that! -- "And several references I took up were most unsatisfactory—people swindlers, or not respectable. And oh, the deceit!" -- I have seen a good deal of the seamy side this last week. The deceit of the most promising people. -- "My dear Lucy, the deceit!”\n\nShe nodded." -- "“My advice,” put in Mrs. Honeychurch, “is to have nothing to do with Lucy and her decayed gentlewomen at all." -- "I know the type. Preserve me from people who have seen better days, and bring heirlooms with them that make the house smell stuffy." -- "It’s a sad thing, but I’d far rather let to some one who is going up in the world than to someone who has come down." -- "”\n\n“I think I follow you,” said Sir Harry; “but it is, as you say, a very sad thing.”" +- "One woman, when I wrote—a tactful letter, you know—asking her to explain her social position to me, replied that she would" +- pay the rent in advance. As if one cares about that! +- "And several references I took up were most unsatisfactory—people swindlers, or not respectable." +- "And oh, the deceit! I have seen a good deal of the seamy side this last week." +- "The deceit of the most promising people. My dear Lucy, the deceit!”\n\nShe nodded." +- "“My advice,” put in Mrs." +- "Honeychurch, “is to have nothing to do with Lucy and her decayed gentlewomen at all. I know the type." +- "Preserve me from people who have seen better days, and bring heirlooms with them that make the house smell stuffy." +- "It’s a sad thing, but I’d far rather let to some one who is going up in the world than to someone who has come" +- "down.”\n\n“I think I follow you,” said Sir Harry; “but it is, as you say, a very sad thing.”" - “The Misses Alan aren’t that!” cried Lucy. - "“Yes, they are,” said Cecil." - “I haven’t met them but I should say they were a highly unsuitable addition to the neighbourhood.” - "“Don’t listen to him, Sir Harry—he’s tiresome.”" - "“It’s I who am tiresome,” he replied. “I oughtn’t to come with my troubles to young people." -- "But really I am so worried, and Lady Otway will only say that I cannot be too careful, which is quite true, but no real help." -- "”\n\n“Then may I write to my Misses Alan?”\n\n“Please!”\n\nBut his eye wavered when Mrs. Honeychurch exclaimed:" +- "But really I am so worried, and Lady Otway will only say that I cannot be too careful, which is quite true, but no real" +- "help.”\n\n“Then may I write to my Misses Alan?”\n\n“Please!”" +- "But his eye wavered when Mrs. Honeychurch exclaimed:" - “Beware! They are certain to have canaries. - "Sir Harry, beware of canaries: they spit the seed out through the bars of the cages and then the mice come." -- "Beware of women altogether. Only let to a man.”\n\n“Really—” he murmured gallantly, though he saw the wisdom of her remark." +- Beware of women altogether. Only let to a man.” +- "“Really—” he murmured gallantly, though he saw the wisdom of her remark." - “Men don’t gossip over tea-cups. - "If they get drunk, there’s an end of them—they lie down comfortably and sleep it off. If they’re vulgar," - "they somehow keep it to themselves. It doesn’t spread so. Give me a man—of course, provided he’s clean.”" @@ -2033,7 +2173,8 @@ expression: chunks - "He suggested that Mrs. Honeychurch, if she had time," - should descend from the carriage and inspect “Cissie” for herself. She was delighted. - "Nature had intended her to be poor and to live in such a house. Domestic arrangements always attracted her, especially when they were on a small scale." -- "Cecil pulled Lucy back as she followed her mother.\n\n“Mrs. Honeychurch,” he said, “what if we two walk home and leave you?”" +- Cecil pulled Lucy back as she followed her mother. +- "“Mrs. Honeychurch,” he said, “what if we two walk home and leave you?”" - “Certainly!” was her cordial reply. - "Sir Harry likewise seemed almost too glad to get rid of them. He beamed at them knowingly, said, “Aha!" - "young people, young people!” and then hastened to unlock the house." @@ -2042,13 +2183,14 @@ expression: chunks - "“He isn’t clever, but really he is nice.”" - "“No, Lucy, he stands for all that is bad in country life. In London he would keep his place." - "He would belong to a brainless club, and his wife would give brainless dinner parties." -- "But down here he acts the little god with his gentility, and his patronage, and his sham aesthetics, and every one—even your mother—" -- is taken in.” -- "“All that you say is quite true,” said Lucy, though she felt discouraged. “I wonder whether—whether it matters so very much.”" +- "But down here he acts the little god with his gentility, and his patronage, and his sham aesthetics, and every one—even your" +- mother—is taken in.” +- "“All that you say is quite true,” said Lucy, though she felt discouraged." +- “I wonder whether—whether it matters so very much.” - “It matters supremely. Sir Harry is the essence of that garden-party. - "Oh, goodness, how cross I feel!" -- How I do hope he’ll get some vulgar tenant in that villa—some woman so really vulgar that he’ll notice it. -- _Gentlefolks!_ Ugh! with his bald head and retreating chin! But let’s forget him.” +- How I do hope he’ll get some vulgar tenant in that villa—some woman so really vulgar that he’ll notice it +- ".\n_Gentlefolks!_ Ugh! with his bald head and retreating chin! But let’s forget him.”" - This Lucy was glad enough to do. If Cecil disliked Sir Harry Otway and Mr. - "Beebe, what guarantee was there that the people who really mattered to her would escape? For instance, Freddy. Freddy was neither clever," - "nor subtle, nor beautiful, and what prevented Cecil from saying, any minute, “It would be wrong not to loathe Freddy”?" @@ -2056,14 +2198,16 @@ expression: chunks - "She could only assure herself that Cecil had known Freddy some time, and that they had always got on pleasantly, except, perhaps," - "during the last few days, which was an accident, perhaps.\n\n“Which way shall we go?” she asked him." - "Nature—simplest of topics, she thought—was around them." -- "Summer Street lay deep in the woods, and she had stopped where a footpath diverged from the highroad.\n\n“Are there two ways?”" -- "“Perhaps the road is more sensible, as we’re got up smart.”" +- "Summer Street lay deep in the woods, and she had stopped where a footpath diverged from the highroad." +- "“Are there two ways?”\n\n“Perhaps the road is more sensible, as we’re got up smart.”" - "“I’d rather go through the wood,” said Cecil, With that subdued irritation that she had noticed in him all the afternoon." - "“Why is it," -- "Lucy, that you always say the road? Do you know that you have never once been with me in the fields or the wood since we were engaged?”" +- "Lucy, that you always say the road?" +- Do you know that you have never once been with me in the fields or the wood since we were engaged?” - “Haven’t I? -- "The wood, then,” said Lucy, startled at his queerness, but pretty sure that he would explain later; it was not his habit to leave" -- "her in doubt as to his meaning.\n\nShe led the way into the whispering pines, and sure enough he did explain before they had gone a dozen yards." +- "The wood, then,” said Lucy, startled at his queerness, but pretty sure that he would explain later; it was not his habit" +- to leave her in doubt as to his meaning. +- "She led the way into the whispering pines, and sure enough he did explain before they had gone a dozen yards." - “I had got an idea—I dare say wrongly—that you feel more at home with me in a room.” - "“A room?” she echoed, hopelessly bewildered." - "“Yes. Or, at the most, in a garden, or on a road. Never in the real country like this.”" @@ -2076,25 +2220,25 @@ expression: chunks - "“A drawing-room, pray? With no view?”\n\n“Yes, with no view, I fancy. Why not?”" - "“I’d rather,” he said reproachfully, “that you connected me with the open air.”" - "She said again, “Oh, Cecil, whatever do you mean?”" -- "As no explanation was forthcoming, she shook off the subject as too difficult for a girl, and led him further into the wood, pausing every now and then at" -- some particularly beautiful or familiar combination of the trees. -- "She had known the wood between Summer Street and Windy Corner ever since she could walk alone; she had played at losing Freddy in it, when Freddy was a" -- "purple-faced baby; and though she had been to Italy, it had lost none of its charm." -- "Presently they came to a little clearing among the pines—another tiny green alp, solitary this time, and holding in its bosom a shallow" -- "pool.\n\nShe exclaimed, “The Sacred Lake!”\n\n“Why do you call it that?”" +- "As no explanation was forthcoming, she shook off the subject as too difficult for a girl, and led him further into the wood, pausing every now and" +- then at some particularly beautiful or familiar combination of the trees. +- "She had known the wood between Summer Street and Windy Corner ever since she could walk alone; she had played at losing Freddy in it, when Freddy" +- "was a purple-faced baby; and though she had been to Italy, it had lost none of its charm." +- "Presently they came to a little clearing among the pines—another tiny green alp, solitary this time, and holding in its bosom" +- "a shallow pool.\n\nShe exclaimed, “The Sacred Lake!”\n\n“Why do you call it that?”" - “I can’t remember why. I suppose it comes out of some book. - "It’s only a puddle now, but you see that stream going through it?" -- "Well, a good deal of water comes down after heavy rains, and can’t get away at once, and the pool becomes quite large and beautiful." -- "Then Freddy used to bathe there. He is very fond of it.”\n\n“And you?”" -- "He meant, “Are you fond of it?” But she answered dreamily, “I bathed here, too, till I was found out." -- Then there was a row.” +- "Well, a good deal of water comes down after heavy rains, and can’t get away at once, and the pool becomes quite large and beautiful" +- ". Then Freddy used to bathe there. He is very fond of it.”\n\n“And you?”" +- "He meant, “Are you fond of it?”" +- "But she answered dreamily, “I bathed here, too, till I was found out. Then there was a row.”" - "At another time he might have been shocked, for he had depths of prudishness within him. But now?" - "with his momentary cult of the fresh air, he was delighted at her admirable simplicity." - "He looked at her as she stood by the pool’s edge. She was got up smart, as she phrased it," - "and she reminded him of some brilliant flower that has no leaves of its own, but blooms abruptly out of a world of green." -- "“Who found you out?”\n\n“Charlotte,” she murmured. “She was stopping with us.\nCharlotte—Charlotte.”\n\n“Poor girl!”" -- "She smiled gravely. A certain scheme, from which hitherto he had shrunk, now appeared practical.\n\n“Lucy!”" -- "“Yes, I suppose we ought to be going,” was her reply." +- "“Who found you out?”\n\n“Charlotte,” she murmured. “She was stopping with us.\nCharlotte—Charlotte.”" +- "“Poor girl!”\n\nShe smiled gravely. A certain scheme, from which hitherto he had shrunk, now appeared practical." +- "“Lucy!”\n\n“Yes, I suppose we ought to be going,” was her reply." - "“Lucy, I want to ask something of you that I have never asked before.”" - "At the serious note in his voice she stepped frankly and kindly towards him.\n\n“What, Cecil?”" - “Hitherto never—not even that day on the lawn when you agreed to marry me—” @@ -2110,52 +2254,55 @@ expression: chunks - "Above all, it should never ask for leave where there is a right of way." - "Why could he not do as any labourer or navvy—nay, as any young man behind the counter would have done?" - He recast the scene. -- "Lucy was standing flowerlike by the water, he rushed up and took her in his arms; she rebuked him, permitted him and revered him ever after" -- for his manliness. For he believed that women revere men for their manliness. -- "They left the pool in silence, after this one salutation. He waited for her to make some remark which should show him her inmost thoughts." -- "At last she spoke, and with fitting gravity.\n\n“Emerson was the name, not Harris.”\n\n“What name?”" -- "“The old man’s.”\n\n“What old man?”" +- "Lucy was standing flowerlike by the water, he rushed up and took her in his arms; she rebuked him, permitted him and revered him" +- ever after for his manliness. For he believed that women revere men for their manliness. +- "They left the pool in silence, after this one salutation." +- "He waited for her to make some remark which should show him her inmost thoughts. At last she spoke, and with fitting gravity." +- "“Emerson was the name, not Harris.”\n\n“What name?”\n\n“The old man’s.”\n\n“What old man?”" - “That old man I told you about. The one Mr. Eager was so unkind to.” - He could not know that this was the most intimate conversation they had ever had. - Chapter X Cecil as a Humourist -- "The society out of which Cecil proposed to rescue Lucy was perhaps no very splendid affair, yet it was more splendid than her antecedents entitled her to." -- "Her father, a prosperous local solicitor, had built Windy Corner, as a speculation at the time the district was opening up," +- "The society out of which Cecil proposed to rescue Lucy was perhaps no very splendid affair, yet it was more splendid than her antecedents entitled her" +- "to. Her father, a prosperous local solicitor, had built Windy Corner, as a speculation at the time the district was opening up," - "and, falling in love with his own creation, had ended by living there himself. Soon after his marriage the social atmosphere began to alter." -- "Other houses were built on the brow of that steep southern slope and others, again, among the pine-trees behind, and northward on the chalk barrier of the" -- downs. -- "Most of these houses were larger than Windy Corner, and were filled by people who came, not from the district, but from London, and who mistook" -- "the Honeychurches for the remnants of an indigenous aristocracy. He was inclined to be frightened, but his wife accepted the situation without either pride or humility." +- "Other houses were built on the brow of that steep southern slope and others, again, among the pine-trees behind, and northward on the chalk barrier" +- of the downs. +- "Most of these houses were larger than Windy Corner, and were filled by people who came, not from the district, but from London, and who" +- mistook the Honeychurches for the remnants of an indigenous aristocracy. +- "He was inclined to be frightened, but his wife accepted the situation without either pride or humility." - "“I cannot think what people are doing,” she would say, “but it is extremely fortunate for the children.”" -- "She called everywhere; her calls were returned with enthusiasm, and by the time people found out that she was not exactly of their _milieu_, they" -- "liked her, and it did not seem to matter. When Mr." +- "She called everywhere; her calls were returned with enthusiasm, and by the time people found out that she was not exactly of their _milieu_" +- ", they liked her, and it did not seem to matter. When Mr." - "Honeychurch died, he had the satisfaction—which few honest solicitors despise—of leaving his family rooted in the best society obtainable." - "The best obtainable. Certainly many of the immigrants were rather dull,\nand Lucy realized this more vividly since her return from Italy." -- "Hitherto she had accepted their ideals without questioning—their kindly affluence, their inexplosive religion, their dislike of paper-bags" -- "," +- "Hitherto she had accepted their ideals without questioning—their kindly affluence, their inexplosive religion, their dislike of paper" +- "-bags," - "orange-peel, and broken bottles. A Radical out and out, she learnt to speak with horror of Suburbia." - "Life, so far as she troubled to conceive it, was a circle of rich, pleasant people, with identical interests and identical foes." - "In this circle, one thought, married, and died." -- "Outside it were poverty and vulgarity for ever trying to enter, just as the London fog tries to enter the pine-woods pouring through the gaps in" -- "the northern hills. But, in Italy, where any one who chooses may warm himself in equality, as in the sun, this conception of life vanished." -- "Her senses expanded; she felt that there was no one whom she might not get to like, that social barriers were irremovable, doubtless, but" -- not particularly high. -- "You jump over them just as you jump into a peasant’s olive-yard in the Apennines, and he is glad to see you." -- She returned with new eyes. +- "Outside it were poverty and vulgarity for ever trying to enter, just as the London fog tries to enter the pine-woods pouring through the" +- gaps in the northern hills. +- "But, in Italy, where any one who chooses may warm himself in equality, as in the sun, this conception of life vanished." +- "Her senses expanded; she felt that there was no one whom she might not get to like, that social barriers were irremovable, doubtless" +- ", but not particularly high." +- "You jump over them just as you jump into a peasant’s olive-yard in the Apennines, and he is glad to see you" +- ". She returned with new eyes." - "So did Cecil; but Italy had quickened Cecil, not to tolerance, but to irritation." - "He saw that the local society was narrow, but, instead of saying, “Does that very much matter?”" - "he rebelled, and tried to substitute for it the society he called broad." -- "He did not realize that Lucy had consecrated her environment by the thousand little civilities that create a tenderness in time, and that though her eyes saw its defects" -- ", her heart refused to despise it entirely." -- "Nor did he realize a more important point—that if she was too great for this society, she was too great for all society, and had reached the stage" -- where personal intercourse would alone satisfy her. -- "A rebel she was, but not of the kind he understood—a rebel who desired, not a wider dwelling-room, but equality beside the man she loved" -- ". For Italy was offering her the most priceless of all possessions—her own soul." -- "Playing bumble-puppy with Minnie Beebe, niece to the rector, and aged thirteen—an ancient and most honourable game, which consists in striking" -- "tennis-balls high into the air, so that they fall over the net and immoderately bounce; some hit Mrs." +- "He did not realize that Lucy had consecrated her environment by the thousand little civilities that create a tenderness in time, and that though her eyes saw" +- "its defects, her heart refused to despise it entirely." +- "Nor did he realize a more important point—that if she was too great for this society, she was too great for all society, and had reached" +- the stage where personal intercourse would alone satisfy her. +- "A rebel she was, but not of the kind he understood—a rebel who desired, not a wider dwelling-room, but equality beside the man" +- she loved. For Italy was offering her the most priceless of all possessions—her own soul. +- "Playing bumble-puppy with Minnie Beebe, niece to the rector, and aged thirteen—an ancient and most honourable game, which consists" +- "in striking tennis-balls high into the air, so that they fall over the net and immoderately bounce; some hit Mrs." - Honeychurch; others are lost. - "The sentence is confused, but the better illustrates Lucy’s state of mind, for she was trying to talk to Mr." - Beebe at the same time. -- "“Oh, it has been such a nuisance—first he, then they—no one knowing what they wanted, and everyone so tiresome.”" +- "“Oh, it has been such a nuisance—first he, then they—no one knowing what they wanted, and everyone so tiresome" +- ".”" - "“But they really are coming now,” said Mr. Beebe." - "“I wrote to Miss Teresa a few days ago—she was wondering how often the butcher called," - and my reply of once a month must have impressed her favourably. They are coming. I heard from them this morning. @@ -2165,37 +2312,42 @@ expression: chunks - And poor Lucy—serve her right—worn to a shadow.” - Mr. Beebe watched the shadow springing and shouting over the tennis-court. - Cecil was absent—one did not play bumble-puppy when he was there. -- "“Well, if they are coming—No, Minnie, not Saturn.” Saturn was a tennis-ball whose skin was partially unsewn." -- When in motion his orb was encircled by a ring. -- "“If they are coming, Sir Harry will let them move in before the twenty-ninth, and he will cross out the clause about whitewashing the ceilings" -- ", because it made them nervous, and put in the fair wear and tear one.—That doesn’t count. I told you not Saturn.”" -- "“Saturn’s all right for bumble-puppy,” cried Freddy, joining them.\n“Minnie, don’t you listen to her.”" -- "“Saturn doesn’t bounce.”\n\n“Saturn bounces enough.”\n\n“No, he doesn’t.”" -- "“Well; he bounces better than the Beautiful White Devil.”\n\n“Hush, dear,” said Mrs. Honeychurch." -- "“But look at Lucy—complaining of Saturn, and all the time’s got the Beautiful White Devil in her hand, ready to plug it in." -- "That’s right," +- "“Well, if they are coming—No, Minnie, not Saturn.”" +- Saturn was a tennis-ball whose skin was partially unsewn. When in motion his orb was encircled by a ring. +- "“If they are coming, Sir Harry will let them move in before the twenty-ninth, and he will cross out the clause about whitewashing" +- "the ceilings, because it made them nervous, and put in the fair wear and tear one.—That doesn’t count." +- I told you not Saturn.” +- "“Saturn’s all right for bumble-puppy,” cried Freddy, joining them." +- "“Minnie, don’t you listen to her.”\n\n“Saturn doesn’t bounce.”\n\n“Saturn bounces enough.”" +- "“No, he doesn’t.”\n\n“Well; he bounces better than the Beautiful White Devil.”" +- "“Hush, dear,” said Mrs. Honeychurch." +- "“But look at Lucy—complaining of Saturn, and all the time’s got the Beautiful White Devil in her hand, ready to plug it in" +- ". That’s right," - "Minnie, go for her—get her over the shins with the racquet—get her over the shins!”" - "Lucy fell, the Beautiful White Devil rolled from her hand." - "Mr. Beebe picked it up, and said: “The name of this ball is Vittoria Corombona, please.”" - But his correction passed unheeded. -- "Freddy possessed to a high degree the power of lashing little girls to fury, and in half a minute he had transformed Minnie from a well-mannered" -- child into a howling wilderness. -- "Up in the house Cecil heard them, and, though he was full of entertaining news, he did not come down to impart it, in case he got" -- hurt. He was not a coward and bore necessary pain as well as any man. But he hated the physical violence of the young. How right it was! -- Sure enough it ended in a cry. +- "Freddy possessed to a high degree the power of lashing little girls to fury, and in half a minute he had transformed Minnie from a well-" +- mannered child into a howling wilderness. +- "Up in the house Cecil heard them, and, though he was full of entertaining news, he did not come down to impart it, in case" +- he got hurt. He was not a coward and bore necessary pain as well as any man. But he hated the physical violence of the young. +- How right it was! Sure enough it ended in a cry. - "“I wish the Miss Alans could see this,” observed Mr." - "Beebe, just as Lucy, who was nursing the injured Minnie, was in turn lifted off her feet by her brother." -- "“Who are the Miss Alans?” Freddy panted.\n\n“They have taken Cissie Villa.”\n\n“That wasn’t the name—”" +- "“Who are the Miss Alans?” Freddy panted.\n\n“They have taken Cissie Villa.”" +- “That wasn’t the name—” - "Here his foot slipped, and they all fell most agreeably on to the grass. An interval elapses." - "“Wasn’t what name?” asked Lucy, with her brother’s head in her lap." -- "“Alan wasn’t the name of the people Sir Harry’s let to.”\n\n“Nonsense, Freddy! You know nothing about it.”" +- “Alan wasn’t the name of the people Sir Harry’s let to.” +- "“Nonsense, Freddy! You know nothing about it.”" - "“Nonsense yourself! I’ve this minute seen him. He said to me: ‘Ahem!" - "Honeychurch,’”—Freddy was an indifferent mimic—“‘ahem! ahem!" - "I have at last procured really dee-sire-rebel tenants.’ I said, ‘ooray, old boy!’" - "and slapped him on the back.”\n\n“Exactly. The Miss Alans?”\n\n“Rather not. More like Anderson.”" - "“Oh, good gracious, there isn’t going to be another muddle!” Mrs." -- "Honeychurch exclaimed. “Do you notice, Lucy, I’m always right? I _said_ don’t interfere with Cissie Villa." -- I’m always right. I’m quite uneasy at being always right so often.” +- "Honeychurch exclaimed. “Do you notice, Lucy, I’m always right?" +- I _said_ don’t interfere with Cissie Villa. I’m always right. +- I’m quite uneasy at being always right so often.” - “It’s only another muddle of Freddy’s. - Freddy doesn’t even know the name of the people he pretends have taken it instead.” - "“Yes, I do. I’ve got it. Emerson.”\n\n“What name?”" @@ -2206,8 +2358,8 @@ expression: chunks - Meanwhile the name of the new tenants had diverted Mrs. Honeychurch from the contemplation of her own abilities. - "“Emerson, Freddy? Do you know what Emersons they are?”" - "“I don’t know whether they’re any Emersons,” retorted Freddy, who was democratic." -- "Like his sister and like most young people, he was naturally attracted by the idea of equality, and the undeniable fact that there are different kinds of" -- Emersons annoyed him beyond measure. +- "Like his sister and like most young people, he was naturally attracted by the idea of equality, and the undeniable fact that there are different kinds" +- of Emersons annoyed him beyond measure. - “I trust they are the right sort of person. - "All right, Lucy”—she was sitting up again—“I see you looking down your nose and thinking your mother’s a snob." - "But there is a right sort and a wrong sort, and it’s affectation to pretend there isn’t.”" @@ -2218,8 +2370,8 @@ expression: chunks - "“I was merely going to remark, Freddy, that I trusted they were no relations of Emerson the philosopher, a most trying man." - "Pray, does that satisfy you?”" - "“Oh, yes,” he grumbled." -- "“And you will be satisfied, too, for they’re friends of Cecil; so”—elaborate irony—“you and the other country families will be" -- "able to call in perfect safety.”\n\n“_Cecil?_” exclaimed Lucy." +- "“And you will be satisfied, too, for they’re friends of Cecil; so”—elaborate irony—“you and the other country families" +- "will be able to call in perfect safety.”\n\n“_Cecil?_” exclaimed Lucy." - "“Don’t be rude, dear,” said his mother placidly. “Lucy, don’t screech." - "It’s a new bad habit you’re getting into.”\n\n“But has Cecil—”" - "“Friends of Cecil’s,” he repeated, “‘and so really dee-sire-rebel." @@ -2229,27 +2381,30 @@ expression: chunks - She might well “screech” when she heard that it came partly from her lover. Mr. - "Vyse was a tease—something worse than a tease: he took a malicious pleasure in thwarting people." - "The clergyman, knowing this, looked at Miss Honeychurch with more than his usual kindness." -- "When she exclaimed, “But Cecil’s Emersons—they can’t possibly be the same ones—there is that—” he did not consider that" -- "the exclamation was strange, but saw in it an opportunity of diverting the conversation while she recovered her composure. He diverted it as follows:" +- "When she exclaimed, “But Cecil’s Emersons—they can’t possibly be the same ones—there is that—” he did not" +- "consider that the exclamation was strange, but saw in it an opportunity of diverting the conversation while she recovered her composure." +- "He diverted it as follows:" - "“The Emersons who were at Florence, do you mean? No, I don’t suppose it will prove to be them." -- "It is probably a long cry from them to friends of Mr. Vyse’s. Oh, Mrs. Honeychurch, the oddest people!" -- "The queerest people! For our part we liked them, didn’t we?” He appealed to Lucy." +- "It is probably a long cry from them to friends of Mr. Vyse’s. Oh, Mrs." +- "Honeychurch, the oddest people! The queerest people! For our part we liked them, didn’t we?”" +- He appealed to Lucy. - “There was a great scene over some violets. - They picked violets and filled all the vases in the room of these very Miss Alans who have failed to come to Cissie Villa. - Poor little ladies! So shocked and so pleased. It used to be one of Miss Catharine’s great stories. - "‘My dear sister loves flowers,’ it began." -- They found the whole room a mass of blue—vases and jugs—and the story ends with ‘So ungentlemanly and yet so beautiful -- ".’ It is all very difficult. Yes, I always connect those Florentine Emersons with violets.”" -- "“Fiasco’s done you this time,” remarked Freddy, not seeing that his sister’s face was very red. She could not recover herself." -- "Mr. Beebe saw it, and continued to divert the conversation." -- "“These particular Emersons consisted of a father and a son—the son a goodly, if not a good young man; not a fool, I fancy" -- ", but very immature—pessimism, et cetera." +- They found the whole room a mass of blue—vases and jugs—and the story ends with ‘So ungentlemanly and yet +- "so beautiful.’ It is all very difficult. Yes, I always connect those Florentine Emersons with violets.”" +- "“Fiasco’s done you this time,” remarked Freddy, not seeing that his sister’s face was very red." +- "She could not recover herself. Mr. Beebe saw it, and continued to divert the conversation." +- "“These particular Emersons consisted of a father and a son—the son a goodly, if not a good young man; not a fool," +- "I fancy, but very immature—pessimism, et cetera." - "Our special joy was the father—such a sentimental darling, and people declared he had murdered his wife.”" - "In his normal state Mr. Beebe would never have repeated such gossip," - but he was trying to shelter Lucy in her little trouble. He repeated any rubbish that came into his head. - "“Murdered his wife?” said Mrs. Honeychurch. “Lucy, don’t desert us—go on playing bumble-puppy." -- "Really, the Pension Bertolini must have been the oddest place. That’s the second murderer I’ve heard of as being there." -- "Whatever was Charlotte doing to stop? By-the-by, we really must ask Charlotte here some time.”" +- "Really, the Pension Bertolini must have been the oddest place." +- That’s the second murderer I’ve heard of as being there. Whatever was Charlotte doing to stop? +- "By-the-by, we really must ask Charlotte here some time.”" - Mr. Beebe could recall no second murderer. He suggested that his hostess was mistaken. At the hint of opposition she warmed. - She was perfectly sure that there had been a second tourist of whom the same story had been told. The name escaped her. What was the name? - "Oh, what was the name? She clasped her knees for the name. Something in Thackeray. She struck her matronly forehead." @@ -2257,16 +2412,17 @@ expression: chunks - "“I must go,” she said gravely. “Don’t be silly. You always overdo it when you play.”" - As she left them her mother’s shout of “Harris!” - "shivered the tranquil air, and reminded her that she had told a lie and had never put it right." -- "Such a senseless lie, too, yet it shattered her nerves and made her connect these Emersons, friends of Cecil’s, with a pair of" -- nondescript tourists. Hitherto truth had come to her naturally. +- "Such a senseless lie, too, yet it shattered her nerves and made her connect these Emersons, friends of Cecil’s, with a pair" +- of nondescript tourists. Hitherto truth had come to her naturally. - "She saw that for the future she must be more vigilant, and be—absolutely truthful?" - "Well, at all events, she must not tell lies. She hurried up the garden, still flushed with shame." - "A word from Cecil would soothe her, she was sure.\n\n“Cecil!”" - "“Hullo!” he called, and leant out of the smoking-room window. He seemed in high spirits." - "“I was hoping you’d come. I heard you all bear-gardening, but there’s better fun up here." - "I, even I, have won a great victory for the Comic Muse." -- "George Meredith’s right—the cause of Comedy and the cause of Truth are really the same; and I, even I, have found tenants for the" -- distressful Cissie Villa. Don’t be angry! Don’t be angry! You’ll forgive me when you hear it all.” +- "George Meredith’s right—the cause of Comedy and the cause of Truth are really the same; and I, even I, have found tenants for" +- the distressful Cissie Villa. Don’t be angry! Don’t be angry! +- You’ll forgive me when you hear it all.” - "He looked very attractive when his face was bright, and he dispelled her ridiculous forebodings at once." - "“I have heard,” she said. “Freddy has told us. Naughty Cecil! I suppose I must forgive you." - Just think of all the trouble I took for nothing! @@ -2279,10 +2435,10 @@ expression: chunks - "“In the Umbrian Room. Absolute strangers. They were admiring Luca Signorelli—of course, quite stupidly." - "However, we got talking, and they refreshed me not a little. They had been to Italy.”" - "“But, Cecil—” proceeded hilariously." -- "“In the course of conversation they said that they wanted a country cottage—the father to live there, the son to run down for week-ends." -- "I thought, ‘What a chance of scoring off Sir Harry!’" -- "and I took their address and a London reference, found they weren’t actual blackguards—it was great sport—and wrote to him, making out" -- "—”\n\n“Cecil! No, it’s not fair. I’ve probably met them before—”\n\nHe bore her down." +- "“In the course of conversation they said that they wanted a country cottage—the father to live there, the son to run down for week-ends" +- ". I thought, ‘What a chance of scoring off Sir Harry!’" +- "and I took their address and a London reference, found they weren’t actual blackguards—it was great sport—and wrote to him," +- "making out—”\n\n“Cecil! No, it’s not fair. I’ve probably met them before—”\n\nHe bore her down." - “Perfectly fair. Anything is fair that punishes a snob. That old man will do the neighbourhood a world of good. - Sir Harry is too disgusting with his ‘decayed gentlewomen.’ I meant to read him a lesson some time. - "No, Lucy, the classes ought to mix, and before long you’ll agree with me." @@ -2292,8 +2448,8 @@ expression: chunks - Her face was inartistic—that of a peevish virago. - "“It isn’t fair, Cecil. I blame you—I blame you very much indeed." - "You had no business to undo my work about the Miss Alans, and make me look ridiculous." -- "You call it scoring off Sir Harry, but do you realize that it is all at my expense? I consider it most disloyal of you.”" -- "She left him.\n\n“Temper!” he thought, raising his eyebrows." +- "You call it scoring off Sir Harry, but do you realize that it is all at my expense?" +- "I consider it most disloyal of you.”\n\nShe left him.\n\n“Temper!” he thought, raising his eyebrows." - "No, it was worse than temper—snobbishness." - "As long as Lucy thought that his own smart friends were supplanting the Miss Alans, she had not minded." - "He perceived that these new tenants might be of value educationally. He would tolerate the father and draw out the son, who was silent." @@ -2307,12 +2463,12 @@ expression: chunks - "Beebe planned pleasant moments for the new-comers, and told Mrs. Honeychurch that Freddy must call on them as soon as they arrived." - "Indeed, so ample was the Muse’s equipment that she permitted Mr." - "Harris, never a very robust criminal, to droop his head, to be forgotten, and to die." -- "Lucy—to descend from bright heaven to earth, whereon there are shadows because there are hills—Lucy was at first plunged into despair, but settled after a" -- little thought that it did not matter the very least. +- "Lucy—to descend from bright heaven to earth, whereon there are shadows because there are hills—Lucy was at first plunged into despair, but settled" +- after a little thought that it did not matter the very least. - "Now that she was engaged, the Emersons would scarcely insult her and were welcome into the neighbourhood." - And Cecil was welcome to bring whom he would into the neighbourhood. Therefore Cecil was welcome to bring the Emersons into the neighbourhood. -- "But, as I say, this took a little thinking, and—so illogical are girls—the event remained rather greater and rather more dreadful than it should" -- have done. She was glad that a visit to Mrs. +- "But, as I say, this took a little thinking, and—so illogical are girls—the event remained rather greater and rather more dreadful than" +- it should have done. She was glad that a visit to Mrs. - Vyse now fell due; the tenants moved into Cissie Villa while she was safe in the London flat. - "“Cecil—Cecil darling,” she whispered the evening she arrived, and crept into his arms." - "Cecil, too, became demonstrative. He saw that the needful fire had been kindled in Lucy." @@ -2323,20 +2479,22 @@ expression: chunks - "A coolness had sprung up between the two cousins, and they had not corresponded since they parted in August." - "The coolness dated from what Charlotte would call “the flight to Rome,” and in Rome it had increased amazingly." - For the companion who is merely uncongenial in the mediaeval world becomes exasperating in the classical. -- "Charlotte, unselfish in the Forum, would have tried a sweeter temper than Lucy’s, and once, in the Baths of Caracalla" -- ", they had doubted whether they could continue their tour. Lucy had said she would join the Vyses—Mrs." -- "Vyse was an acquaintance of her mother, so there was no impropriety in the plan and Miss Bartlett had replied that she was quite used to" -- "being abandoned suddenly. Finally nothing happened; but the coolness remained, and, for Lucy, was even increased when she opened the letter and read as follows." +- "Charlotte, unselfish in the Forum, would have tried a sweeter temper than Lucy’s, and once, in the Baths of" +- "Caracalla, they had doubted whether they could continue their tour. Lucy had said she would join the Vyses—Mrs." +- "Vyse was an acquaintance of her mother, so there was no impropriety in the plan and Miss Bartlett had replied that she was quite" +- used to being abandoned suddenly. +- "Finally nothing happened; but the coolness remained, and, for Lucy, was even increased when she opened the letter and read as follows." - "It had been forwarded from Windy Corner.\n\n“TUNBRIDGE WELLS,\n“_September_." - "“DEAREST LUCIA," - “I have news of you at last! - "Miss Lavish has been bicycling in your parts, but was not sure whether a call would be welcome." -- "Puncturing her tire near Summer Street, and it being mended while she sat very woebegone in that pretty churchyard, she saw to" -- "her astonishment, a door open opposite and the younger Emerson man come out. He said his father had just taken the house." +- "Puncturing her tire near Summer Street, and it being mended while she sat very woebegone in that pretty churchyard, she" +- "saw to her astonishment, a door open opposite and the younger Emerson man come out. He said his father had just taken the house." - He _said_ he did not know that you lived in the neighbourhood (?). He never suggested giving Eleanor a cup of tea. - "Dear Lucy, I am much worried, and I advise you to make a clean breast of his past behaviour to your mother, Freddy, and Mr." - "Vyse, who will forbid him to enter the house, etc. That was a great misfortune," -- and I dare say you have told them already. Mr. Vyse is so sensitive. I remember how I used to get on his nerves at Rome. +- and I dare say you have told them already. Mr. Vyse is so sensitive. +- I remember how I used to get on his nerves at Rome. - "I am very sorry about it all, and should not feel easy unless I warned you." - "“Believe me,\n“Your anxious and loving cousin,\n“CHARLOTTE.”" - "Lucy was much annoyed, and replied as follows:\n\n“BEAUCHAMP MANSIONS, S.W." @@ -2345,9 +2503,10 @@ expression: chunks - "Emerson forgot himself on the mountain, you made me promise not to tell mother, because you said she would blame you for not being always with me." - "I have kept that promise," - and cannot possibly tell her now. -- "I have said both to her and Cecil that I met the Emersons at Florence, and that they are respectable people—which I _do_ think—and" -- the reason that he offered Miss Lavish no tea was probably that he had none himself. She should have tried at the Rectory. -- "I cannot begin making a fuss at this stage. You must see that it would be too absurd. If the Emersons heard I had complained of them," +- "I have said both to her and Cecil that I met the Emersons at Florence, and that they are respectable people—which I _do_ think" +- —and the reason that he offered Miss Lavish no tea was probably that he had none himself. She should have tried at the Rectory. +- I cannot begin making a fuss at this stage. You must see that it would be too absurd. +- "If the Emersons heard I had complained of them," - "they would think themselves of importance, which is exactly what they are not. I like the old father, and look forward to seeing him again." - "As for the son, I am sorry for _him_ when we meet, rather than for myself." - "They are known to Cecil, who is very well and spoke of you the other day. We expect to be married in January." @@ -2355,62 +2514,67 @@ expression: chunks - Please do not put ‘Private’ outside your envelope again. No one opens my letters. - "“Yours affectionately,\n“L. M. HONEYCHURCH.”" - "Secrecy has this disadvantage: we lose the sense of proportion; we cannot tell whether our secret is important or not." -- "Were Lucy and her cousin closeted with a great thing which would destroy Cecil’s life if he discovered it, or with a little thing which he would laugh" -- at? Miss Bartlett suggested the former. Perhaps she was right. It had become a great thing now. +- "Were Lucy and her cousin closeted with a great thing which would destroy Cecil’s life if he discovered it, or with a little thing which he" +- would laugh at? Miss Bartlett suggested the former. Perhaps she was right. It had become a great thing now. - "Left to herself, Lucy would have told her mother and her lover ingenuously, and it would have remained a little thing." - "“Emerson, not Harris”; it was only that a few weeks ago." - She tried to tell Cecil even now when they were laughing about some beautiful lady who had smitten his heart at school. - But her body behaved so ridiculously that she stopped. - She and her secret stayed ten days longer in the deserted Metropolis visiting the scenes they were to know so well later on. -- "It did her no harm, Cecil thought, to learn the framework of society, while society itself was absent on the golf-links or the moors." -- "The weather was cool," +- "It did her no harm, Cecil thought, to learn the framework of society, while society itself was absent on the golf-links or the" +- "moors. The weather was cool," - "and it did her no harm. In spite of the season, Mrs." - Vyse managed to scrape together a dinner-party consisting entirely of the grandchildren of famous people. - "The food was poor, but the talk had a witty weariness that impressed the girl. One was tired of everything, it seemed." - "One launched into enthusiasms only to collapse gracefully, and pick oneself up amid sympathetic laughter." -- "In this atmosphere the Pension Bertolini and Windy Corner appeared equally crude, and Lucy saw that her London career would estrange her a little from" -- "all that she had loved in the past.\n\nThe grandchildren asked her to play the piano." +- "In this atmosphere the Pension Bertolini and Windy Corner appeared equally crude, and Lucy saw that her London career would estrange her a" +- "little from all that she had loved in the past.\n\nThe grandchildren asked her to play the piano." - "She played Schumann. “Now some Beethoven” called Cecil, when the querulous beauty of the music had died." - "She shook her head and played Schumann again. The melody rose, unprofitably magical." - "It broke; it was resumed broken, not marching once from the cradle to the grave." -- "The sadness of the incomplete—the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art—throbbed in its disjected phrases, and made the" -- nerves of the audience throb. -- "Not thus had she played on the little draped piano at the Bertolini, and “Too much Schumann” was not the remark that Mr." -- Beebe had passed to himself when she returned. +- "The sadness of the incomplete—the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art—throbbed in its disjected phrases, and" +- made the nerves of the audience throb. +- "Not thus had she played on the little draped piano at the Bertolini, and “Too much Schumann” was not the remark that Mr" +- ".\nBeebe had passed to himself when she returned." - "When the guests were gone, and Lucy had gone to bed, Mrs." - "Vyse paced up and down the drawing-room, discussing her little party with her son." - "Mrs. Vyse was a nice woman, but her personality, like many another’s," - "had been swamped by London, for it needs a strong head to live among many people." -- "The too vast orb of her fate had crushed her; and she had seen too many seasons, too many cities, too many men, for her abilities," -- "and even with Cecil she was mechanical, and behaved as if he was not one son, but, so to speak, a filial crowd." -- "“Make Lucy one of us,” she said, looking round intelligently at the end of each sentence, and straining her lips apart until she spoke again." -- "“Lucy is becoming wonderful—wonderful.”\n\n“Her music always was wonderful.”" +- "The too vast orb of her fate had crushed her; and she had seen too many seasons, too many cities, too many men, for her" +- "abilities, and even with Cecil she was mechanical, and behaved as if he was not one son, but, so to speak, a filial" +- crowd. +- "“Make Lucy one of us,” she said, looking round intelligently at the end of each sentence, and straining her lips apart until she spoke" +- "again.\n“Lucy is becoming wonderful—wonderful.”\n\n“Her music always was wonderful.”" - "“Yes, but she is purging off the Honeychurch taint, most excellent Honeychurches, but you know what I mean." - "She is not always quoting servants, or asking one how the pudding is made.”\n\n“Italy has done it.”" -- "“Perhaps,” she murmured, thinking of the museum that represented Italy to her. “It is just possible. Cecil, mind you marry her next January." -- She is one of us already.” -- "“But her music!” he exclaimed. “The style of her! How she kept to Schumann when, like an idiot, I wanted Beethoven." -- "Schumann was right for this evening. Schumann was the thing. Do you know, mother, I shall have our children educated just like Lucy." -- "Bring them up among honest country folks for freshness, send them to Italy for subtlety, and then—not till then—let them come to London." -- "I don’t believe in these London educations—” He broke off, remembering that he had had one himself, and concluded, “At all events," -- "not for women.”\n\n“Make her one of us,” repeated Mrs. Vyse, and processed to bed." +- "“Perhaps,” she murmured, thinking of the museum that represented Italy to her. “It is just possible." +- "Cecil, mind you marry her next January.\nShe is one of us already.”" +- “But her music!” he exclaimed. “The style of her! +- "How she kept to Schumann when, like an idiot, I wanted Beethoven. Schumann was right for this evening." +- "Schumann was the thing. Do you know, mother, I shall have our children educated just like Lucy." +- "Bring them up among honest country folks for freshness, send them to Italy for subtlety, and then—not till then—let them come to" +- London. +- "I don’t believe in these London educations—” He broke off, remembering that he had had one himself, and concluded, “At all" +- "events, not for women.”\n\n“Make her one of us,” repeated Mrs. Vyse, and processed to bed." - "As she was dozing off, a cry—the cry of nightmare—rang from Lucy’s room." - Lucy could ring for the maid if she liked but Mrs. Vyse thought it kind to go herself. -- "She found the girl sitting upright with her hand on her cheek.\n\n“I am so sorry, Mrs. Vyse—it is these dreams.”" -- "“Bad dreams?”\n\n“Just dreams.”" -- "The elder lady smiled and kissed her, saying very distinctly: “You should have heard us talking about you, dear. He admires you more than ever." -- Dream of that.” +- She found the girl sitting upright with her hand on her cheek. +- "“I am so sorry, Mrs. Vyse—it is these dreams.”\n\n“Bad dreams?”\n\n“Just dreams.”" +- "The elder lady smiled and kissed her, saying very distinctly: “You should have heard us talking about you, dear." +- He admires you more than ever. Dream of that.” - "Lucy returned the kiss, still covering one cheek with her hand. Mrs." - "Vyse recessed to bed. Cecil, whom the cry had not awoke, snored.\nDarkness enveloped the flat." - Chapter XII Twelfth Chapter -- "It was a Saturday afternoon, gay and brilliant after abundant rains,\nand the spirit of youth dwelt in it, though the season was now autumn." +- "It was a Saturday afternoon, gay and brilliant after abundant rains," +- "and the spirit of youth dwelt in it, though the season was now autumn." - All that was gracious triumphed. -- "As the motorcars passed through Summer Street they raised only a little dust, and their stench was soon dispersed by the wind and replaced by the scent of the wet" -- "birches or of the pines. Mr. Beebe, at leisure for life’s amenities, leant over his Rectory gate." -- "Freddy leant by him, smoking a pendant pipe.\n\n“Suppose we go and hinder those new people opposite for a little.”" -- "“M’m.”\n\n“They might amuse you.”" -- "Freddy, whom his fellow-creatures never amused, suggested that the new people might be feeling a bit busy, and so on, since they had only just moved" -- in. +- "As the motorcars passed through Summer Street they raised only a little dust, and their stench was soon dispersed by the wind and replaced by the scent of" +- the wet birches or of the pines. Mr. +- "Beebe, at leisure for life’s amenities, leant over his Rectory gate. Freddy leant by him, smoking a pendant pipe." +- "“Suppose we go and hinder those new people opposite for a little.”\n\n“M’m.”" +- “They might amuse you.” +- "Freddy, whom his fellow-creatures never amused, suggested that the new people might be feeling a bit busy, and so on, since they had only" +- just moved in. - "“I suggested we should hinder them,” said Mr. Beebe. “They are worth it.”" - "Unlatching the gate, he sauntered over the triangular green to Cissie Villa. “Hullo!”" - "he cried, shouting in at the open door, through which much squalor was visible.\n\nA grave voice replied, “Hullo!”" @@ -2430,8 +2594,9 @@ expression: chunks - "“Giotto—they got that at Florence, I’ll be bound.”\n\n“The same as Lucy’s got.”" - "“Oh, by-the-by, did Miss Honeychurch enjoy London?”\n\n“She came back yesterday.”" - “I suppose she had a good time?” -- "“Yes, very,” said Freddy, taking up a book. “She and Cecil are thicker than ever.”\n\n“That’s good hearing.”" -- "“I wish I wasn’t such a fool, Mr. Beebe.”\n\nMr. Beebe ignored the remark." +- "“Yes, very,” said Freddy, taking up a book. “She and Cecil are thicker than ever.”" +- "“That’s good hearing.”\n\n“I wish I wasn’t such a fool, Mr. Beebe.”" +- Mr. Beebe ignored the remark. - "“Lucy used to be nearly as stupid as I am, but it’ll be very different now, mother thinks." - "She will read all kinds of books.”\n\n“So will you.”" - "“Only medical books. Not books that you can talk about afterwards.\nCecil is teaching Lucy Italian, and he says her playing is wonderful." @@ -2446,8 +2611,9 @@ expression: chunks - “That’s the best conversational opening I’ve ever heard. But I’m afraid it will only act between men. - Can you picture a lady who has been introduced to another lady by a third lady opening civilities with ‘How do you do? - Come and have a bathe’? And yet you will tell me that the sexes are equal.” -- "“I tell you that they shall be,” said Mr. Emerson, who had been slowly descending the stairs. “Good afternoon, Mr. Beebe." -- "I tell you they shall be comrades, and George thinks the same.”\n\n“We are to raise ladies to our level?” the clergyman inquired." +- "“I tell you that they shall be,” said Mr. Emerson, who had been slowly descending the stairs. “Good afternoon, Mr." +- "Beebe. I tell you they shall be comrades, and George thinks the same.”" +- “We are to raise ladies to our level?” the clergyman inquired. - "“The Garden of Eden,” pursued Mr. Emerson, still descending, “which you place in the past, is really yet to come." - "We shall enter it when we no longer despise our bodies.”\n\nMr. Beebe disclaimed placing the Garden of Eden anywhere." - “In this—not in other things—we men are ahead. We despise the body less than women do. @@ -2457,13 +2623,16 @@ expression: chunks - "To-day, I believe that we must discover Nature. After many conquests we shall attain simplicity. It is our heritage.”" - "“Let me introduce Mr. Honeychurch, whose sister you will remember at Florence.”" - "“How do you do? Very glad to see you, and that you are taking George for a bathe." -- "Very glad to hear that your sister is going to marry.\nMarriage is a duty. I am sure that she will be happy, for we know Mr." -- "Vyse, too. He has been most kind. He met us by chance in the National Gallery, and arranged everything about this delightful house." +- Very glad to hear that your sister is going to marry. +- "Marriage is a duty. I am sure that she will be happy, for we know Mr." +- "Vyse, too. He has been most kind." +- "He met us by chance in the National Gallery, and arranged everything about this delightful house." - Though I hope I have not vexed Sir Harry Otway. - "I have met so few Liberal landowners, and I was anxious to compare his attitude towards the game laws with the Conservative attitude. Ah, this wind!" - "You do well to bathe. Yours is a glorious country, Honeychurch!”" - “Not a bit!” mumbled Freddy. -- "“I must—that is to say, I have to—have the pleasure of calling on you later on, my mother says, I hope.”" +- "“I must—that is to say, I have to—have the pleasure of calling on you later on, my mother says, I hope." +- ” - "“_Call_, my lad? Who taught us that drawing-room twaddle? Call on your grandmother!" - "Listen to the wind among the pines! Yours is a glorious country.”\n\nMr. Beebe came to the rescue." - "“Mr. Emerson, he will call, I shall call; you or your son will return our calls before ten days have elapsed." @@ -2475,15 +2644,16 @@ expression: chunks - "George bowed his head, dusty and sombre, exhaling the peculiar smell of one who has handled furniture." - "“Do you really want this bathe?” Freddy asked him. “It is only a pond," - "don’t you know. I dare say you are used to something better.”\n\n“Yes—I have said ‘Yes’ already.”" -- "Mr. Beebe felt bound to assist his young friend, and led the way out of the house and into the pine-woods. How glorious it was!" -- For a little time the voice of old Mr. Emerson pursued them dispensing good wishes and philosophy. +- "Mr. Beebe felt bound to assist his young friend, and led the way out of the house and into the pine-woods." +- How glorious it was! For a little time the voice of old Mr. Emerson pursued them dispensing good wishes and philosophy. - "It ceased, and they only heard the fair wind blowing the bracken and the trees. Mr." -- "Beebe, who could be silent, but who could not bear silence, was compelled to chatter, since the expedition looked like a failure, and neither of" -- his companions would utter a word. He spoke of Florence. -- "George attended gravely, assenting or dissenting with slight but determined gestures that were as inexplicable as the motions of the tree-" -- tops above their heads. +- "Beebe, who could be silent, but who could not bear silence, was compelled to chatter, since the expedition looked like a failure, and" +- neither of his companions would utter a word. He spoke of Florence. +- "George attended gravely, assenting or dissenting with slight but determined gestures that were as inexplicable as the motions of the" +- tree-tops above their heads. - “And what a coincidence that you should meet Mr. Vyse! -- "Did you realize that you would find all the Pension Bertolini down here?”\n\n“I did not. Miss Lavish told me.”" +- Did you realize that you would find all the Pension Bertolini down here?” +- “I did not. Miss Lavish told me.” - "“When I was a young man, I always meant to write a ‘History of Coincidence.’”\n\nNo enthusiasm." - "“Though, as a matter of fact, coincidences are much rarer than we suppose." - "For example, it isn’t purely coincidentally that you are here now, when one comes to reflect.”" @@ -2491,11 +2661,12 @@ expression: chunks - “It is. I have reflected. It is Fate. Everything is Fate. - "We are flung together by Fate, drawn apart by Fate—flung together, drawn apart. The twelve winds blow us—we settle nothing—”" - "“You have not reflected at all,” rapped the clergyman. “Let me give you a useful tip, Emerson: attribute nothing to Fate." -- "Don’t say, ‘I didn’t do this,’ for you did it, ten to one. Now I’ll cross-question you." -- "Where did you first meet Miss Honeychurch and myself?”\n\n“Italy.”" +- "Don’t say, ‘I didn’t do this,’ for you did it, ten to one." +- "Now I’ll cross-question you.\nWhere did you first meet Miss Honeychurch and myself?”\n\n“Italy.”" - "“And where did you meet Mr. Vyse, who is going to marry Miss Honeychurch?”\n\n“National Gallery.”" - "“Looking at Italian art. There you are, and yet you talk of coincidence and Fate." -- "You naturally seek out things Italian, and so do we and our friends. This narrows the field immeasurably we meet again in it.”" +- "You naturally seek out things Italian, and so do we and our friends." +- This narrows the field immeasurably we meet again in it.” - "“It is Fate that I am here,” persisted George. “But you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”" - Mr. Beebe slid away from such heavy treatment of the subject. - "But he was infinitely tolerant of the young, and had no desire to snub George." @@ -2510,16 +2681,16 @@ expression: chunks - "George sat down where the ground was dry, and drearily unlaced his boots." - “Aren’t those masses of willow-herb splendid? I love willow-herb in seed. - "What’s the name of this aromatic plant?”\n\nNo one knew, or seemed to care." -- "“These abrupt changes of vegetation—this little spongeous tract of water plants, and on either side of it all the growths are tough or" -- "brittle—heather, bracken, hurts, pines. Very charming, very charming.”" +- "“These abrupt changes of vegetation—this little spongeous tract of water plants, and on either side of it all the growths are tough" +- "or brittle—heather, bracken, hurts, pines. Very charming, very charming.”" - "“Mr. Beebe, aren’t you bathing?” called Freddy, as he stripped himself.\n\nMr. Beebe thought he was not." - "“Water’s wonderful!” cried Freddy, prancing in." - "“Water’s water,” murmured George." -- "Wetting his hair first—a sure sign of apathy—he followed Freddy into the divine, as indifferent as if he were a statue and the pond" -- a pail of soapsuds. It was necessary to use his muscles. It was necessary to keep clean. Mr. +- "Wetting his hair first—a sure sign of apathy—he followed Freddy into the divine, as indifferent as if he were a statue and" +- the pond a pail of soapsuds. It was necessary to use his muscles. It was necessary to keep clean. Mr. - "Beebe watched them, and watched the seeds of the willow-herb dance chorically above their heads." -- "“Apooshoo, apooshoo, apooshoo,” went Freddy, swimming for two strokes in either direction, and then becoming involved" -- "in reeds or mud.\n\n“Is it worth it?” asked the other, Michelangelesque on the flooded margin." +- "“Apooshoo, apooshoo, apooshoo,” went Freddy, swimming for two strokes in either direction, and then" +- "becoming involved in reeds or mud.\n\n“Is it worth it?” asked the other, Michelangelesque on the flooded margin." - "The bank broke away, and he fell into the pool before he had weighed the question properly." - "“Hee-poof—I’ve swallowed a pollywog, Mr. Beebe, water’s wonderful," - water’s simply ripping.” @@ -2530,51 +2701,55 @@ expression: chunks - "He could detect no parishioners except the pine-trees, rising up steeply on all sides, and gesturing to each other against the blue." - How glorious it was! The world of motor-cars and rural Deans receded inimitably. - "Water, sky, evergreens, a wind—these things not even the seasons can touch, and surely they lie beyond the intrusion of man?" -- "“I may as well wash too”; and soon his garments made a third little pile on the sward, and he too asserted the wonder of the water" -- "." +- "“I may as well wash too”; and soon his garments made a third little pile on the sward, and he too asserted the wonder of" +- the water. - "It was ordinary water, nor was there very much of it, and, as Freddy said, it reminded one of swimming in a salad." - "The three gentlemen rotated in the pool breast high, after the fashion of the nymphs in Götterdämmerung." -- "But either because the rains had given a freshness or because the sun was shedding a most glorious heat, or because two of the gentlemen were young in years" -- "and the third young in spirit—for some reason or other a change came over them, and they forgot Italy and Botany and Fate." +- "But either because the rains had given a freshness or because the sun was shedding a most glorious heat, or because two of the gentlemen were young" +- "in years and the third young in spirit—for some reason or other a change came over them, and they forgot Italy and Botany and Fate." - "They began to play. Mr. Beebe and Freddy splashed each other. A little deferentially, they splashed George." - "He was quiet: they feared they had offended him. Then all the forces of youth burst out." - "He smiled, flung himself at them, splashed them, ducked them, kicked them, muddied them, and drove them out of the pool." -- "“Race you round it, then,” cried Freddy, and they raced in the sunshine, and George took a short cut and dirtied his shins" -- ", and had to bathe a second time. Then Mr. Beebe consented to run—a memorable sight." -- "They ran to get dry, they bathed to get cool, they played at being Indians in the willow-herbs and in the bracken, they" -- "bathed to get clean. And all the time three little bundles lay discreetly on the sward, proclaiming:" +- "“Race you round it, then,” cried Freddy, and they raced in the sunshine, and George took a short cut and dirtied his" +- "shins, and had to bathe a second time. Then Mr. Beebe consented to run—a memorable sight." +- "They ran to get dry, they bathed to get cool, they played at being Indians in the willow-herbs and in the bracken" +- ", they bathed to get clean. And all the time three little bundles lay discreetly on the sward, proclaiming:" - “No. We are what matters. Without us shall no enterprise begin. To us shall all flesh turn in the end.” - "“A try! A try!” yelled Freddy, snatching up George’s bundle and placing it beside an imaginary goal-post." - "“Socker rules,” George retorted, scattering Freddy’s bundle with a kick.\n\n“Goal!”\n\n“Goal!”\n\n“Pass!”" - "“Take care my watch!” cried Mr. Beebe.\n\nClothes flew in all directions." - "“Take care my hat! No, that’s enough, Freddy. Dress now. No, I say!”" - But the two young men were delirious. -- "Away they twinkled into the trees, Freddy with a clerical waistcoat under his arm, George with a wide-awake hat on his dripping hair." +- "Away they twinkled into the trees, Freddy with a clerical waistcoat under his arm, George with a wide-awake hat on his dripping hair" +- "." - "“That’ll do!” shouted Mr. Beebe, remembering that after all he was in his own parish." -- Then his voice changed as if every pine-tree was a Rural Dean. “Hi! Steady on! I see people coming you fellows!” -- "Yells, and widening circles over the dappled earth.\n\n“Hi! hi! _Ladies!_”" -- "Neither George nor Freddy was truly refined. Still, they did not hear Mr. Beebe’s last warning or they would have avoided Mrs. Honeychurch," -- "Cecil, and Lucy, who were walking down to call on old Mrs. Butterworth." +- Then his voice changed as if every pine-tree was a Rural Dean. “Hi! Steady on! +- "I see people coming you fellows!”\n\nYells, and widening circles over the dappled earth." +- “Hi! hi! _Ladies!_” +- "Neither George nor Freddy was truly refined. Still, they did not hear Mr. Beebe’s last warning or they would have avoided Mrs." +- "Honeychurch,\nCecil, and Lucy, who were walking down to call on old Mrs. Butterworth." - "Freddy dropped the waistcoat at their feet, and dashed into some bracken." -- "George whooped in their faces, turned and scudded away down the path to the pond, still clad in Mr. Beebe’s hat." -- "“Gracious alive!” cried Mrs. Honeychurch. “Whoever were those unfortunate people? Oh, dears, look away! And poor Mr." -- "Beebe, too!\nWhatever has happened?”" -- "“Come this way immediately,” commanded Cecil, who always felt that he must lead women, though he knew not whither, and protect them, though" -- he knew not against what. He led them now towards the bracken where Freddy sat concealed. -- "“Oh, poor Mr. Beebe! Was that his waistcoat we left in the path? Cecil,\nMr. Beebe’s waistcoat—”" +- "George whooped in their faces, turned and scudded away down the path to the pond, still clad in Mr." +- Beebe’s hat. +- "“Gracious alive!” cried Mrs. Honeychurch. “Whoever were those unfortunate people? Oh, dears, look away!" +- "And poor Mr. Beebe, too!\nWhatever has happened?”" +- "“Come this way immediately,” commanded Cecil, who always felt that he must lead women, though he knew not whither, and protect them" +- ", though he knew not against what. He led them now towards the bracken where Freddy sat concealed." +- "“Oh, poor Mr. Beebe! Was that his waistcoat we left in the path? Cecil," +- Mr. Beebe’s waistcoat—” - "No business of ours, said Cecil, glancing at Lucy, who was all parasol and evidently “minded.”" - "“I fancy Mr. Beebe jumped back into the pond.”\n\n“This way, please, Mrs. Honeychurch, this way.”" - They followed him up the bank attempting the tense yet nonchalant expression that is suitable for ladies on such occasions. -- "“Well, _I_ can’t help it,” said a voice close ahead, and Freddy reared a freckled face and a pair of" -- "snowy shoulders out of the fronds. “I can’t be trodden on, can I?”" +- "“Well, _I_ can’t help it,” said a voice close ahead, and Freddy reared a freckled face and a pair" +- "of snowy shoulders out of the fronds. “I can’t be trodden on, can I?”" - "“Good gracious me, dear; so it’s you! What miserable management!" - "Why not have a comfortable bath at home, with hot and cold laid on?”" - "“Look here, mother, a fellow must wash, and a fellow’s got to dry, and if another fellow—”" - "“Dear, no doubt you’re right as usual, but you are in no position to argue. Come, Lucy.” They turned." - "“Oh, look—don’t look! Oh, poor Mr.\nBeebe! How unfortunate again—”" - For Mr. -- "Beebe was just crawling out of the pond, on whose surface garments of an intimate nature did float; while George, the world-weary George, shouted to" -- Freddy that he had hooked a fish. +- "Beebe was just crawling out of the pond, on whose surface garments of an intimate nature did float; while George, the world-weary George," +- shouted to Freddy that he had hooked a fish. - "“And me, I’ve swallowed one,” answered he of the bracken. “I’ve swallowed a pollywog." - "It wriggleth in my tummy. I shall die—Emerson you beast, you’ve got on my bags.”" - "“Hush, dears,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, who found it impossible to remain shocked." @@ -2584,26 +2759,29 @@ expression: chunks - "He regarded himself as dressed. Barefoot, bare-chested, radiant and personable against the shadowy woods, he called:" - "“Hullo, Miss Honeychurch! Hullo!”\n\n“Bow, Lucy; better bow. Whoever is it? I shall bow.”" - Miss Honeychurch bowed. -- That evening and all that night the water ran away. On the morrow the pool had shrunk to its old size and lost its glory. -- "It had been a call to the blood and to the relaxed will, a passing benediction whose influence did not pass, a holiness, a spell," -- a momentary chalice for youth. +- That evening and all that night the water ran away. +- On the morrow the pool had shrunk to its old size and lost its glory. +- "It had been a call to the blood and to the relaxed will, a passing benediction whose influence did not pass, a holiness, a" +- "spell, a momentary chalice for youth." - Chapter XIII How Miss Bartlett’s Boiler Was So Tiresome - "How often had Lucy rehearsed this bow, this interview!" - "But she had always rehearsed them indoors, and with certain accessories, which surely we have a right to assume." -- "Who could foretell that she and George would meet in the rout of a civilization, amidst an army of coats and collars and boots that lay wounded" -- over the sunlit earth? She had imagined a young Mr. +- "Who could foretell that she and George would meet in the rout of a civilization, amidst an army of coats and collars and boots that" +- lay wounded over the sunlit earth? She had imagined a young Mr. - "Emerson, who might be shy or morbid or indifferent or furtively impudent. She was prepared for all of these." - But she had never imagined one who would be happy and greet her with the shout of the morning star. - "Indoors herself, partaking of tea with old Mrs." -- "Butterworth, she reflected that it is impossible to foretell the future with any degree of accuracy, that it is impossible to rehearse life." -- "A fault in the scenery, a face in the audience, an irruption of the audience on to the stage, and all our carefully planned gestures mean" -- "nothing, or mean too much. “I will bow,” she had thought. “I will not shake hands with him." -- "That will be just the proper thing.” She had bowed—but to whom? To gods, to heroes, to the nonsense of school-girls!" -- She had bowed across the rubbish that cumbers the world. +- "Butterworth, she reflected that it is impossible to foretell the future with any degree of accuracy, that it is impossible to rehearse" +- life. +- "A fault in the scenery, a face in the audience, an irruption of the audience on to the stage, and all our carefully planned" +- "gestures mean nothing, or mean too much. “I will bow,” she had thought. “I will not shake hands with him." +- That will be just the proper thing.” She had bowed—but to whom? +- "To gods, to heroes, to the nonsense of school-girls! She had bowed across the rubbish that cumbers the world." - "So ran her thoughts, while her faculties were busy with Cecil. It was another of those dreadful engagement calls. Mrs." - "Butterworth had wanted to see him, and he did not want to be seen." -- "He did not want to hear about hydrangeas, why they change their colour at the seaside. He did not want to join the C." -- "O. S. When cross he was always elaborate, and made long, clever answers where “Yes” or “No” would have done." +- "He did not want to hear about hydrangeas, why they change their colour at the seaside." +- He did not want to join the C. O. S. +- "When cross he was always elaborate, and made long, clever answers where “Yes” or “No” would have done." - Lucy soothed him and tinkered at the conversation in a way that promised well for their married peace. - "No one is perfect, and surely it is wiser to discover the imperfections before wedlock. Miss Bartlett, indeed," - "though not in word, had taught the girl that this our life contains nothing satisfactory." @@ -2612,8 +2790,8 @@ expression: chunks - The question was ominous; up till now Mrs. Honeychurch had behaved with charity and restraint. - "“No, I don’t think so, mother; Cecil’s all right.”\n\n“Perhaps he’s tired.”" - "Lucy compromised: perhaps Cecil was a little tired." -- “Because otherwise”—she pulled out her bonnet-pins with gathering displeasure—“because otherwise I cannot account for him.” -- "“I do think Mrs. Butterworth is rather tiresome, if you mean that.”" +- “Because otherwise”—she pulled out her bonnet-pins with gathering displeasure—“because otherwise I cannot account for him. +- "”\n\n“I do think Mrs. Butterworth is rather tiresome, if you mean that.”" - “Cecil has told you to think so. - "You were devoted to her as a little girl, and nothing will describe her goodness to you through the typhoid fever." - "No—it is just the same thing everywhere.”\n\n“Let me just put your bonnet away, may I?”" @@ -2631,16 +2809,17 @@ expression: chunks - "No doubt I am neither artistic nor literary nor intellectual nor musical, but I cannot help the drawing-room furniture;" - "your father bought it and we must put up with it, will Cecil kindly remember.”" - "“I—I see what you mean, and certainly Cecil oughtn’t to." -- But he does not mean to be uncivil—he once explained—it is the _things_ that upset him—he is easily upset by ugly things -- "—he is not uncivil to _people_.”\n\n“Is it a thing or a person when Freddy sings?”" +- But he does not mean to be uncivil—he once explained—it is the _things_ that upset him—he is easily upset by +- "ugly things—he is not uncivil to _people_.”\n\n“Is it a thing or a person when Freddy sings?”" - “You can’t expect a really musical person to enjoy comic songs as we do.” - “Then why didn’t he leave the room? Why sit wriggling and sneering and spoiling everyone’s pleasure?” - "“We mustn’t be unjust to people,” faltered Lucy." -- "Something had enfeebled her, and the case for Cecil, which she had mastered so perfectly in London, would not come forth in an effective form." -- "The two civilizations had clashed—Cecil hinted that they might—and she was dazzled and bewildered, as though the radiance that lies behind" -- all civilization had blinded her eyes. -- "Good taste and bad taste were only catchwords, garments of diverse cut; and music itself dissolved to a whisper through pine-trees, where the song is not" -- distinguishable from the comic song. +- "Something had enfeebled her, and the case for Cecil, which she had mastered so perfectly in London, would not come forth in an effective" +- form. +- "The two civilizations had clashed—Cecil hinted that they might—and she was dazzled and bewildered, as though the radiance that" +- lies behind all civilization had blinded her eyes. +- "Good taste and bad taste were only catchwords, garments of diverse cut; and music itself dissolved to a whisper through pine-trees, where the song" +- is not distinguishable from the comic song. - "She remained in much embarrassment, while Mrs." - "Honeychurch changed her frock for dinner; and every now and then she said a word, and made things no better." - "There was no concealing the fact, Cecil had meant to be supercilious, and he had succeeded." @@ -2651,7 +2830,8 @@ expression: chunks - "It faced north, so there was little view, and no view of the sky." - "Now, as in the winter, the pine-trees hung close to her eyes. One connected the landing window with depression." - "No definite problem menaced her, but she sighed to herself, “Oh, dear, what shall I do, what shall I do?”" -- It seemed to her that everyone else was behaving very badly. And she ought not to have mentioned Miss Bartlett’s letter. She must be more careful; +- It seemed to her that everyone else was behaving very badly. And she ought not to have mentioned Miss Bartlett’s letter. +- She must be more careful; - "her mother was rather inquisitive, and might have asked what it was about." - "Oh, dear, what should she do?—and then Freddy came bounding upstairs, and joined the ranks of the ill-behaved." - "“I say, those are topping people.”" @@ -2663,15 +2843,17 @@ expression: chunks - "“Oh, I wouldn’t do that, Freddy, I wouldn’t do that with all this muddle.”" - "“What’s wrong with the court? They won’t mind a bump or two, and I’ve ordered new balls.”" - “I meant _it’s_ better not. I really mean it.” -- "He seized her by the elbows and humorously danced her up and down the passage. She pretended not to mind, but she could have screamed with temper." +- He seized her by the elbows and humorously danced her up and down the passage. +- "She pretended not to mind, but she could have screamed with temper." - Cecil glanced at them as he proceeded to his toilet and they impeded Mary with her brood of hot-water cans. Then Mrs. - "Honeychurch opened her door and said: “Lucy, what a noise you’re making! I have something to say to you." - Did you say you had had a letter from Charlotte?” and Freddy ran away. -- "“Yes. I really can’t stop. I must dress too.”\n\n“How’s Charlotte?”\n\n“All right.”\n\n“Lucy!”" -- "The unfortunate girl returned.\n\n“You’ve a bad habit of hurrying away in the middle of one’s sentences.\nDid Charlotte mention her boiler?”" +- "“Yes. I really can’t stop. I must dress too.”\n\n“How’s Charlotte?”\n\n“All right.”" +- "“Lucy!”\n\nThe unfortunate girl returned." +- "“You’ve a bad habit of hurrying away in the middle of one’s sentences.\nDid Charlotte mention her boiler?”" - “Her _what?_” -- "“Don’t you remember that her boiler was to be had out in October, and her bath cistern cleaned out, and all kinds of terrible to" -- "-doings?”" +- "“Don’t you remember that her boiler was to be had out in October, and her bath cistern cleaned out, and all kinds of" +- terrible to-doings?” - "“I can’t remember all Charlotte’s worries,” said Lucy bitterly." - "“I shall have enough of my own, now that you are not pleased with Cecil.”" - Mrs. Honeychurch might have flamed out. She did not. @@ -2689,17 +2871,17 @@ expression: chunks - "“Oh, very slightly. I mean, Charlotte knew them even less than I did.”" - "“Oh, that reminds me—you never told me what Charlotte said in her letter.”" - "“One thing and another,” said Lucy, wondering whether she would get through the meal without a lie." -- "“Among other things, that an awful friend of hers had been bicycling through Summer Street, wondered if she’d come up and see us," -- "and mercifully didn’t.”\n\n“Lucy, I do call the way you talk unkind.”" +- "“Among other things, that an awful friend of hers had been bicycling through Summer Street, wondered if she’d come up and see" +- "us, and mercifully didn’t.”\n\n“Lucy, I do call the way you talk unkind.”" - "“She was a novelist,” said Lucy craftily. The remark was a happy one," - for nothing roused Mrs. Honeychurch so much as literature in the hands of females. - She would abandon every topic to inveigh against those women who (instead of minding their houses and their children) seek notoriety by print. -- "Her attitude was: “If books must be written, let them be written by men”; and she developed it at great length, while Cecil yawned and" -- "Freddy played at “This year, next year, now, never,”" +- "Her attitude was: “If books must be written, let them be written by men”; and she developed it at great length, while Cecil" +- "yawned and Freddy played at “This year, next year, now, never,”" - "with his plum-stones, and Lucy artfully fed the flames of her mother’s wrath." - "But soon the conflagration died down, and the ghosts began to gather in the darkness. There were too many ghosts about." -- The original ghost—that touch of lips on her cheek—had surely been laid long ago; it could be nothing to her that a man had kissed her on -- a mountain once. +- The original ghost—that touch of lips on her cheek—had surely been laid long ago; it could be nothing to her that a man had kissed +- her on a mountain once. - "But it had begotten a spectral family—Mr. Harris, Miss Bartlett’s letter, Mr." - Beebe’s memories of violets—and one or other of these was bound to haunt her before Cecil’s very eyes. - "It was Miss Bartlett who returned now, and with appalling vividness." @@ -2709,56 +2891,60 @@ expression: chunks - "“Then, depend upon it, it _is_ the boiler. I know myself how water preys upon one’s mind." - "I would rather anything else—even a misfortune with the meat.”\n\nCecil laid his hand over his eyes." - "“So would I,” asserted Freddy, backing his mother up—backing up the spirit of her remark rather than the substance." -- "“And I have been thinking,” she added rather nervously, “surely we could squeeze Charlotte in here next week, and give her a nice holiday while the" -- plumbers at Tunbridge Wells finish. I have not seen poor Charlotte for so long.” +- "“And I have been thinking,” she added rather nervously, “surely we could squeeze Charlotte in here next week, and give her a nice holiday" +- while the plumbers at Tunbridge Wells finish. I have not seen poor Charlotte for so long.” - It was more than her nerves could stand. And she could not protest violently after her mother’s goodness to her upstairs. - "“Mother, no!” she pleaded. “It’s impossible." - We can’t have Charlotte on the top of the other things; we’re squeezed to death as it is. - "Freddy’s got a friend coming Tuesday, there’s Cecil, and you’ve promised to take in Minnie Beebe because of the" - "diphtheria scare. It simply can’t be done.”\n\n“Nonsense! It can.”" -- "“If Minnie sleeps in the bath. Not otherwise.”\n\n“Minnie can sleep with you.”\n\n“I won’t have her.”" -- "“Then, if you’re so selfish, Mr. Floyd must share a room with Freddy.”" +- "“If Minnie sleeps in the bath. Not otherwise.”\n\n“Minnie can sleep with you.”" +- "“I won’t have her.”\n\n“Then, if you’re so selfish, Mr. Floyd must share a room with Freddy.”" - "“Miss Bartlett, Miss Bartlett, Miss Bartlett,” moaned Cecil, again laying his hand over his eyes." - "“It’s impossible,” repeated Lucy. “I don’t want to make difficulties," - "but it really isn’t fair on the maids to fill up the house so.”\n\nAlas!" - "“The truth is, dear, you don’t like Charlotte.”" - "“No, I don’t. And no more does Cecil. She gets on our nerves." - "You haven’t seen her lately, and don’t realize how tiresome she can be," -- "though so good. So please, mother, don’t worry us this last summer; but spoil us by not asking her to come.”" +- though so good. +- "So please, mother, don’t worry us this last summer; but spoil us by not asking her to come.”" - "“Hear, hear!” said Cecil." - Mrs. -- "Honeychurch, with more gravity than usual, and with more feeling than she usually permitted herself, replied: “This isn’t very kind of you two." -- "You have each other and all these woods to walk in, so full of beautiful things; and poor Charlotte has only the water turned off and plumbers." -- "You are young, dears, and however clever young people are," +- "Honeychurch, with more gravity than usual, and with more feeling than she usually permitted herself, replied: “This isn’t very kind of you" +- two. +- "You have each other and all these woods to walk in, so full of beautiful things; and poor Charlotte has only the water turned off and" +- "plumbers. You are young, dears, and however clever young people are," - "and however many books they read, they will never guess what it feels like to grow old.”\n\nCecil crumbled his bread." - "“I must say Cousin Charlotte was very kind to me that year I called on my bike,” put in Freddy." -- "“She thanked me for coming till I felt like such a fool, and fussed round no end to get an egg boiled for my tea just right." -- "”\n\n“I know, dear. She is kind to everyone, and yet Lucy makes this difficulty when we try to give her some little return.”" +- "“She thanked me for coming till I felt like such a fool, and fussed round no end to get an egg boiled for my tea just" +- right.” +- "“I know, dear. She is kind to everyone, and yet Lucy makes this difficulty when we try to give her some little return.”" - But Lucy hardened her heart. It was no good being kind to Miss Bartlett. She had tried herself too often and too recently. - "One might lay up treasure in heaven by the attempt, but one enriched neither Miss Bartlett nor any one else upon earth." - "She was reduced to saying: “I can’t help it, mother. I don’t like Charlotte." - "I admit it’s horrid of me.”\n\n“From your own account, you told her as much.”" - "“Well, she would leave Florence so stupidly. She flurried—”" - "The ghosts were returning; they filled Italy, they were even usurping the places she had known as a child." -- "The Sacred Lake would never be the same again, and, on Sunday week, something would even happen to Windy Corner. How would she fight against ghosts?" -- "For a moment the visible world faded away, and memories and emotions alone seemed real." -- "“I suppose Miss Bartlett must come, since she boils eggs so well,” said Cecil, who was in rather a happier frame of mind, thanks" -- to the admirable cooking. -- "“I didn’t mean the egg was _well_ boiled,” corrected Freddy, “because in point of fact she forgot to take it off, and" -- as a matter of fact I don’t care for eggs. I only meant how jolly kind she seemed.” +- "The Sacred Lake would never be the same again, and, on Sunday week, something would even happen to Windy Corner." +- "How would she fight against ghosts? For a moment the visible world faded away, and memories and emotions alone seemed real." +- "“I suppose Miss Bartlett must come, since she boils eggs so well,” said Cecil, who was in rather a happier frame of mind" +- ", thanks to the admirable cooking." +- "“I didn’t mean the egg was _well_ boiled,” corrected Freddy, “because in point of fact she forgot to take it off" +- ", and as a matter of fact I don’t care for eggs. I only meant how jolly kind she seemed.”" - "Cecil frowned again. Oh, these Honeychurches! Eggs, boilers," - "hydrangeas, maids—of such were their lives compact. “May me and Lucy get down from our chairs?”" - "he asked, with scarcely veiled insolence.\n“We don’t want no dessert.”" - Chapter XIV How Lucy Faced the External Situation Bravely - Of course Miss Bartlett accepted. -- "And, equally of course, she felt sure that she would prove a nuisance, and begged to be given an inferior spare room—something with no view" -- ", anything. Her love to Lucy. And,\nequally of course, George Emerson could come to tennis on the Sunday week." +- "And, equally of course, she felt sure that she would prove a nuisance, and begged to be given an inferior spare room—something with" +- "no view, anything. Her love to Lucy. And,\nequally of course, George Emerson could come to tennis on the Sunday week." - "Lucy faced the situation bravely, though, like most of us, she only faced the situation that encompassed her. She never gazed inwards." - "If at times strange images rose from the depths, she put them down to nerves." -- "When Cecil brought the Emersons to Summer Street, it had upset her nerves. Charlotte would burnish up past foolishness, and this might upset her nerves." -- She was nervous at night. +- "When Cecil brought the Emersons to Summer Street, it had upset her nerves." +- "Charlotte would burnish up past foolishness, and this might upset her nerves. She was nervous at night." - "When she talked to George—they met again almost immediately at the Rectory—his voice moved her deeply, and she wished to remain near him." -- "How dreadful if she really wished to remain near him! Of course, the wish was due to nerves, which love to play such perverse tricks upon us." +- How dreadful if she really wished to remain near him! +- "Of course, the wish was due to nerves, which love to play such perverse tricks upon us." - Once she had suffered from “things that came out of nothing and meant she didn’t know what.” - "Now Cecil had explained psychology to her one wet afternoon, and all the troubles of youth in an unknown world could be dismissed." - "It is obvious enough for the reader to conclude, “She loves young Emerson.” A reader in Lucy’s place would not find it obvious." @@ -2766,7 +2952,8 @@ expression: chunks - or any other shibboleth that will cloak our personal desire. - She loved Cecil; George made her nervous; will the reader explain to her that the phrases should have been reversed? - But the external situation—she will face that bravely. -- "The meeting at the Rectory had passed off well enough. Standing between Mr. Beebe and Cecil, she had made a few temperate allusions to Italy," +- The meeting at the Rectory had passed off well enough. Standing between Mr. +- "Beebe and Cecil, she had made a few temperate allusions to Italy," - "and George had replied. She was anxious to show that she was not shy,\nand was glad that he did not seem shy either." - "“A nice fellow,” said Mr. Beebe afterwards “He will work off his crudities in time." - "I rather mistrust young men who slip into life gracefully.”\n\nLucy said, “He seems in better spirits. He laughs more.”" @@ -2776,12 +2963,14 @@ expression: chunks - "She was due at the South-Eastern station at Dorking, whither Mrs." - "Honeychurch drove to meet her. She arrived at the London and Brighton station, and had to hire a cab up." - "No one was at home except Freddy and his friend, who had to stop their tennis and to entertain her for a solid hour." -- "Cecil and Lucy turned up at four o’clock, and these, with little Minnie Beebe, made a somewhat lugubrious sextette upon" -- the upper lawn for tea. -- "“I shall never forgive myself,” said Miss Bartlett, who kept on rising from her seat, and had to be begged by the united company to remain." -- "“I have upset everything. Bursting in on young people! But I insist on paying for my cab up. Grant that, at any rate.”" -- "“Our visitors never do such dreadful things,” said Lucy, while her brother, in whose memory the boiled egg had already grown unsubstantial," -- "exclaimed in irritable tones: “Just what I’ve been trying to convince Cousin Charlotte of, Lucy, for the last half hour.”" +- "Cecil and Lucy turned up at four o’clock, and these, with little Minnie Beebe, made a somewhat lugubrious" +- sextette upon the upper lawn for tea. +- "“I shall never forgive myself,” said Miss Bartlett, who kept on rising from her seat, and had to be begged by the united company to" +- remain. “I have upset everything. Bursting in on young people! But I insist on paying for my cab up. +- "Grant that, at any rate.”" +- "“Our visitors never do such dreadful things,” said Lucy, while her brother, in whose memory the boiled egg had already grown" +- "unsubstantial, exclaimed in irritable tones: “Just what I’ve been trying to convince Cousin Charlotte of, Lucy" +- ", for the last half hour.”" - "“I do not feel myself an ordinary visitor,” said Miss Bartlett, and looked at her frayed glove." - "“All right, if you’d really rather. Five shillings, and I gave a bob to the driver.”" - Miss Bartlett looked in her purse. Only sovereigns and pennies. Could any one give her change? @@ -2792,13 +2981,14 @@ expression: chunks - "We all have our little foibles, and mine is the prompt settling of accounts.”" - "Here Freddy’s friend, Mr." - "Floyd, made the one remark of his that need be quoted: he offered to toss Freddy for Miss Bartlett’s quid." -- "A solution seemed in sight, and even Cecil, who had been ostentatiously drinking his tea at the view, felt the eternal attraction of Chance," -- "and turned round.\n\nBut this did not do, either." +- "A solution seemed in sight, and even Cecil, who had been ostentatiously drinking his tea at the view, felt the eternal attraction of Chance" +- ",\nand turned round.\n\nBut this did not do, either." - "“Please—please—I know I am a sad spoil-sport, but it would make me wretched." - I should practically be robbing the one who lost.” - "“Freddy owes me fifteen shillings,” interposed Cecil. “So it will work out right if you give the pound to me.”" - "“Fifteen shillings,” said Miss Bartlett dubiously. “How is that, Mr.\nVyse?”" -- "“Because, don’t you see, Freddy paid your cab. Give me the pound, and we shall avoid this deplorable gambling.”" +- "“Because, don’t you see, Freddy paid your cab." +- "Give me the pound, and we shall avoid this deplorable gambling.”" - "Miss Bartlett, who was poor at figures, became bewildered and rendered up the sovereign, amidst the suppressed gurgles of the other youths." - For a moment Cecil was happy. He was playing at nonsense among his peers. - "Then he glanced at Lucy, in whose face petty anxieties had marred the smiles." @@ -2810,8 +3000,8 @@ expression: chunks - They tried to stifle her with cake. - "“No, thank you. I’m done. I don’t see why—Freddy, don’t poke me." - "Miss Honeychurch, your brother’s hurting me. Ow! What about Mr. Floyd’s ten shillings? Ow!" -- "No, I don’t see and I never shall see why Miss What’s-her-name shouldn’t pay that bob for the driver." -- ” +- "No, I don’t see and I never shall see why Miss What’s-her-name shouldn’t pay that bob for the" +- driver.” - "“I had forgotten the driver,” said Miss Bartlett, reddening. “Thank you, dear, for reminding me." - A shilling was it? Can any one give me change for half a crown?” - "“I’ll get it,” said the young hostess, rising with decision." @@ -2823,15 +3013,18 @@ expression: chunks - "“No, I haven’t,” replied Lucy, and then could have bitten her tongue for understanding so quickly what her cousin meant." - “Let me see—a sovereign’s worth of silver.” - She escaped into the kitchen. Miss Bartlett’s sudden transitions were too uncanny. -- It sometimes seemed as if she planned every word she spoke or caused to be spoken; as if all this worry about cabs and change had been a ruse -- to surprise the soul. +- It sometimes seemed as if she planned every word she spoke or caused to be spoken; as if all this worry about cabs and change had been a +- ruse to surprise the soul. - "“No, I haven’t told Cecil or any one,” she remarked, when she returned." -- "“I promised you I shouldn’t. Here is your money—all shillings, except two half-crowns. Would you count it?" -- You can settle your debt nicely now.” +- "“I promised you I shouldn’t. Here is your money—all shillings, except two half-crowns." +- Would you count it? You can settle your debt nicely now.” - "Miss Bartlett was in the drawing-room, gazing at the photograph of St.\nJohn ascending, which had been framed." -- "“How dreadful!” she murmured, “how more than dreadful, if Mr. Vyse should come to hear of it from some other source.”" -- "“Oh, no, Charlotte,” said the girl, entering the battle. “George Emerson is all right, and what other source is there?”" -- "Miss Bartlett considered. “For instance, the driver. I saw him looking through the bushes at you, remember he had a violet between his teeth.”" +- "“How dreadful!” she murmured, “how more than dreadful, if Mr." +- Vyse should come to hear of it from some other source.” +- "“Oh, no, Charlotte,” said the girl, entering the battle." +- "“George Emerson is all right, and what other source is there?”" +- "Miss Bartlett considered. “For instance, the driver." +- "I saw him looking through the bushes at you, remember he had a violet between his teeth.”" - Lucy shuddered a little. “We shall get the silly affair on our nerves if we aren’t careful. - "How could a Florentine cab-driver ever get hold of Cecil?”\n\n“We must think of every possibility.”" - "“Oh, it’s all right.”\n\n“Or perhaps old Mr. Emerson knows. In fact, he is certain to know.”" @@ -2843,14 +3036,16 @@ expression: chunks - "“Now, Charlotte!” She struck at her playfully. “You kind, anxious thing. What _would_ you have me do?" - "First you say ‘Don’t tell’; and then you say, ‘Tell’. Which is it to be? Quick!”" - "Miss Bartlett sighed “I am no match for you in conversation, dearest." -- "I blush when I think how I interfered at Florence, and you so well able to look after yourself, and so much cleverer in all ways than I" -- "am. You will never forgive me.”\n\n“Shall we go out, then. They will smash all the china if we don’t.”" +- "I blush when I think how I interfered at Florence, and you so well able to look after yourself, and so much cleverer in all ways" +- than I am. You will never forgive me.” +- "“Shall we go out, then. They will smash all the china if we don’t.”" - "For the air rang with the shrieks of Minnie, who was being scalped with a teaspoon." - "“Dear, one moment—we may not have this chance for a chat again. Have you seen the young one yet?”" - "“Yes, I have.”\n\n“What happened?”\n\n“We met at the Rectory.”\n\n“What line is he taking up?”" - "“No line. He talked about Italy, like any other person. It is really all right." - "What advantage would he get from being a cad, to put it bluntly? I do wish I could make you see it my way." -- "He really won’t be any nuisance, Charlotte.”\n\n“Once a cad, always a cad. That is my poor opinion.”" +- "He really won’t be any nuisance, Charlotte.”" +- "“Once a cad, always a cad. That is my poor opinion.”" - Lucy paused. - “Cecil said one day—and I thought it so profound—that there are two kinds of cads—the conscious and the subconscious.” - "She paused again, to be sure of doing justice to Cecil’s profundity." @@ -2874,15 +3069,16 @@ expression: chunks - "Explanations took place, and in the midst of them Lucy escaped, the images throbbing a little more vividly in her brain." - Chapter XV The Disaster Within - "The Sunday after Miss Bartlett’s arrival was a glorious day, like most of the days of that year." -- "In the Weald, autumn approached, breaking up the green monotony of summer, touching the parks with the grey bloom of mist, the beech" -- "-trees with russet, the oak-trees with gold." +- "In the Weald, autumn approached, breaking up the green monotony of summer, touching the parks with the grey bloom of mist, the" +- "beech-trees with russet, the oak-trees with gold." - "Up on the heights, battalions of black pines witnessed the change, themselves unchangeable." - "Either country was spanned by a cloudless sky, and in either arose the tinkle of church bells." - "The garden of Windy Corners was deserted except for a red book, which lay sunning itself upon the gravel path." - "From the house came incoherent sounds, as of females preparing for worship." -- "“The men say they won’t go”—“Well, I don’t blame them”—Minnie says, “need she go?”" -- "—“Tell her," -- "no nonsense”—“Anne! Mary! Hook me behind!”—“Dearest Lucia, may I trespass upon you for a pin?”" +- "“The men say they won’t go”—“Well, I don’t blame them”—Minnie says, “need she go" +- "?”—“Tell her," +- no nonsense”—“Anne! Mary! +- "Hook me behind!”—“Dearest Lucia, may I trespass upon you for a pin?”" - For Miss Bartlett had announced that she at all events was one for church. - "The sun rose higher on its journey, guided, not by Phaethon, but by Apollo, competent, unswerving, divine." - Its rays fell on the ladies whenever they advanced towards the bedroom windows; on Mr. @@ -2895,9 +3091,10 @@ expression: chunks - "At her throat is a garnet brooch, on her finger a ring set with rubies—an engagement ring." - Her eyes are bent to the Weald. - "She frowns a little—not in anger, but as a brave child frowns when he is trying not to cry." -- "In all that expanse no human eye is looking at her, and she may frown unrebuked and measure the spaces that yet survive between Apollo and the western" -- hills. -- “Lucy! Lucy! What’s that book? Who’s been taking a book out of the shelf and leaving it about to spoil?” +- "In all that expanse no human eye is looking at her, and she may frown unrebuked and measure the spaces that yet survive between Apollo and" +- the western hills. +- “Lucy! Lucy! What’s that book? +- Who’s been taking a book out of the shelf and leaving it about to spoil?” - “It’s only the library book that Cecil’s been reading.” - "“But pick it up, and don’t stand idling there like a flamingo.”" - "Lucy picked up the book and glanced at the title listlessly, Under a Loggia." @@ -2909,8 +3106,8 @@ expression: chunks - "conceivable elsewhere, the dear sun.\n\n“Lucy—have you a sixpence for Minnie and a shilling for yourself?”" - "She hastened in to her mother, who was rapidly working herself into a Sunday fluster." - “It’s a special collection—I forget what for. -- "I do beg, no vulgar clinking in the plate with halfpennies; see that Minnie has a nice bright sixpence." -- Where is the child? Minnie! That book’s all warped. +- "I do beg, no vulgar clinking in the plate with halfpennies; see that Minnie has a nice bright sixpence" +- ". Where is the child? Minnie! That book’s all warped." - "(Gracious, how plain you look!) Put it under the Atlas to press.\nMinnie!”" - "“Oh, Mrs. Honeychurch—” from the upper regions." - "“Minnie, don’t be late. Here comes the horse”—it was always the horse," @@ -2919,20 +3116,23 @@ expression: chunks - Paganism is infectious—more infectious than diphtheria or piety—and the Rector’s niece was taken to church protesting. - "As usual, she didn’t see why. Why shouldn’t she sit in the sun with the young men?" - "The young men, who had now appeared, mocked her with ungenerous words. Mrs." -- "Honeychurch defended orthodoxy, and in the midst of the confusion Miss Bartlett, dressed in the very height of the fashion, came strolling down the stairs" -- "." -- "“Dear Marian, I am very sorry, but I have no small change—nothing but sovereigns and half crowns. Could any one give me—”" -- "“Yes, easily. Jump in. Gracious me, how smart you look! What a lovely frock! You put us all to shame.”" +- "Honeychurch defended orthodoxy, and in the midst of the confusion Miss Bartlett, dressed in the very height of the fashion, came strolling down" +- the stairs. +- "“Dear Marian, I am very sorry, but I have no small change—nothing but sovereigns and half crowns." +- Could any one give me—” +- "“Yes, easily. Jump in. Gracious me, how smart you look! What a lovely frock!" +- You put us all to shame.” - "“If I did not wear my best rags and tatters now, when should I wear them?” said Miss Bartlett reproachfully." - "She got into the victoria and placed herself with her back to the horse. The necessary roar ensued,\nand then they drove off." - “Good-bye! Be good!” called out Cecil. - "Lucy bit her lip, for the tone was sneering." - On the subject of “church and so on” they had had rather an unsatisfactory conversation. - "He had said that people ought to overhaul themselves, and she did not want to overhaul herself; she did not know it was done." -- "Honest orthodoxy Cecil respected, but he always assumed that honesty is the result of a spiritual crisis; he could not imagine it as a natural birthright," -- that might grow heavenward like flowers. +- "Honest orthodoxy Cecil respected, but he always assumed that honesty is the result of a spiritual crisis; he could not imagine it as a natural" +- "birthright, that might grow heavenward like flowers." - "All that he said on this subject pained her, though he exuded tolerance from every pore; somehow the Emersons were different." -- "She saw the Emersons after church. There was a line of carriages down the road, and the Honeychurch vehicle happened to be opposite Cissie Villa." +- She saw the Emersons after church. +- "There was a line of carriages down the road, and the Honeychurch vehicle happened to be opposite Cissie Villa." - "To save time, they walked over the green to it, and found father and son smoking in the garden." - "“Introduce me,” said her mother. “Unless the young man considers that he knows me already.”" - He probably did; but Lucy ignored the Sacred Lake and introduced them formally. Old Mr. @@ -2941,11 +3141,13 @@ expression: chunks - "Beebe, she turned the conversation to a less disturbing topic,\nand asked him how he liked his new house." - "“Very much,” he replied, but there was a note of offence in his voice;" - "she had never known him offended before. He added: “We find, though," -- "that the Miss Alans were coming, and that we have turned them out.\nWomen mind such a thing. I am very much upset about it.”" +- "that the Miss Alans were coming, and that we have turned them out." +- Women mind such a thing. I am very much upset about it.” - "“I believe that there was some misunderstanding,” said Mrs. Honeychurch uneasily." - "“Our landlord was told that we should be a different type of person,”" - "said George, who seemed disposed to carry the matter further. “He thought we should be artistic. He is disappointed.”" -- “And I wonder whether we ought to write to the Miss Alans and offer to give it up. What do you think?” He appealed to Lucy. +- “And I wonder whether we ought to write to the Miss Alans and offer to give it up. What do you think?” +- He appealed to Lucy. - "“Oh, stop now you have come,” said Lucy lightly. She must avoid censuring Cecil." - "For it was on Cecil that the little episode turned,\nthough his name was never mentioned." - “So George says. He says that the Miss Alans must go to the wall. Yet it does seem so unkind.” @@ -2953,15 +3155,18 @@ expression: chunks - “Yes!” exclaimed Mrs. Honeychurch. “That’s exactly what I say. - Why all this twiddling and twaddling over two Miss Alans?” - "“There is a certain amount of kindness, just as there is a certain amount of light,” he continued in measured tones." -- "“We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows." -- "Choose a place where you won’t do harm—yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for" -- "all you are worth, facing the sunshine.”\n\n“Oh, Mr. Emerson, I see you’re clever!”\n\n“Eh—?”" +- "“We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows" +- "." +- "Choose a place where you won’t do harm—yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in" +- "it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.”\n\n“Oh, Mr. Emerson, I see you’re clever!”" +- “Eh—?” - “I see you’re going to be clever. I hope you didn’t go behaving like that to poor Freddy.” - "George’s eyes laughed, and Lucy suspected that he and her mother would get on rather well." - "“No, I didn’t,” he said. “He behaved that way to me. It is his philosophy." - Only he starts life with it; and I have tried the Note of Interrogation first.” - "“What _do_ you mean? No, never mind what you mean. Don’t explain. He looks forward to seeing you this afternoon." -- "Do you play tennis? Do you mind tennis on Sunday—?”\n\n“George mind tennis on Sunday! George, after his education, distinguish between Sunday—”" +- Do you play tennis? Do you mind tennis on Sunday—?” +- "“George mind tennis on Sunday! George, after his education, distinguish between Sunday—”" - "“Very well, George doesn’t mind tennis on Sunday. No more do I. That’s settled. Mr." - "Emerson, if you could come with your son we should be so pleased.”" - "He thanked her, but the walk sounded rather far; he could only potter about in these days." @@ -2976,10 +3181,10 @@ expression: chunks - "It was the old, old battle of the room with the view." - "George did not respond to the bow. Like any boy, he blushed and was ashamed; he knew that the chaperon remembered." - "He said: “I—I’ll come up to tennis if I can manage it,” and went into the house." -- "Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart; men were not gods after all, but as human and as" -- "clumsy as girls; even men might suffer from unexplained desires, and need help." -- "To one of her upbringing, and of her destination, the weakness of men was a truth unfamiliar, but she had surmised it at Florence, when George" -- threw her photographs into the River Arno. +- "Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart; men were not gods after all, but as human" +- "and as clumsy as girls; even men might suffer from unexplained desires, and need help." +- "To one of her upbringing, and of her destination, the weakness of men was a truth unfamiliar, but she had surmised it at Florence," +- when George threw her photographs into the River Arno. - "“George, don’t go,” cried his father, who thought it a great treat for people if his son would talk to them." - "“George has been in such good spirits today, and I am sure he will end by coming up this afternoon.”" - Lucy caught her cousin’s eye. Something in its mute appeal made her reckless. @@ -2987,8 +3192,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Then she went to the carriage and murmured, “The old man hasn’t been told; I knew it was all right.” Mrs." - "Honeychurch followed her, and they drove away." - Satisfactory that Mr. -- Emerson had not been told of the Florence escapade; yet Lucy’s spirits should not have leapt up as if she had sighted the ramparts of -- heaven. Satisfactory; yet surely she greeted it with disproportionate joy. +- Emerson had not been told of the Florence escapade; yet Lucy’s spirits should not have leapt up as if she had sighted the +- ramparts of heaven. Satisfactory; yet surely she greeted it with disproportionate joy. - "All the way home the horses’ hoofs sang a tune to her: “He has not told, he has not told.”" - "Her brain expanded the melody: “He has not told his father—to whom he tells all things. It was not an exploit." - He did not laugh at me when I had gone.” She raised her hand to her cheek. “He does not love me. No. @@ -2996,68 +3201,74 @@ expression: chunks - "She longed to shout the words: “It is all right. It’s a secret between us two for ever. Cecil will never hear.”" - "She was even glad that Miss Bartlett had made her promise secrecy, that last dark evening at Florence, when they had knelt packing in his room." - "The secret, big or little, was guarded." -- "Only three English people knew of it in the world. Thus she interpreted her joy. She greeted Cecil with unusual radiance, because she felt so safe." -- "As he helped her out of the carriage, she said:\n\n“The Emersons have been so nice. George Emerson has improved enormously.”" +- Only three English people knew of it in the world. Thus she interpreted her joy. +- "She greeted Cecil with unusual radiance, because she felt so safe. As he helped her out of the carriage, she said:" +- “The Emersons have been so nice. George Emerson has improved enormously.” - "“How are my protégés?” asked Cecil, who took no real interest in them," - and had long since forgotten his resolution to bring them to Windy Corner for educational purposes. - "“Protégés!” she exclaimed with some warmth. For the only relationship which Cecil conceived was feudal: that of protector and protected." - He had no glimpse of the comradeship after which the girl’s soul yearned. -- “You shall see for yourself how your protégés are. George Emerson is coming up this afternoon. He is a most interesting man to talk to. -- "Only don’t—” She nearly said, “Don’t protect him.”" +- “You shall see for yourself how your protégés are. George Emerson is coming up this afternoon. +- "He is a most interesting man to talk to. Only don’t—” She nearly said, “Don’t protect him.”" - "But the bell was ringing for lunch, and, as often happened, Cecil had paid no great attention to her remarks." - "Charm, not argument, was to be her forte." - Lunch was a cheerful meal. Generally Lucy was depressed at meals. -- "Some one had to be soothed—either Cecil or Miss Bartlett or a Being not visible to the mortal eye—a Being who whispered to her soul:" -- "“It will not last, this cheerfulness. In January you must go to London to entertain the grandchildren of celebrated men.”" +- Some one had to be soothed—either Cecil or Miss Bartlett or a Being not visible to the mortal eye—a Being who whispered to her +- "soul: “It will not last, this cheerfulness. In January you must go to London to entertain the grandchildren of celebrated men.”" - "But to-day she felt she had received a guarantee. 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M. Forster\n\nThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook.\n\nTitle: A Room With A View\n\nAuthor: E. M. Forster\n\nRelease Date: May, 2001 [eBook #2641]\n[Most recently updated: October 8, 2022]\n\nLanguage: English\n\n\n*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A ROOM WITH A VIEW ***\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nA Room With A View\n\nBy E. M. Forster\n\n\n\n\nCONTENTS\n\n Part One.\n Chapter I. The Bertolini\n Chapter II. In Santa Croce with No Baedeker\n Chapter III. Music, Violets, and the Letter “S”\n Chapter IV. Fourth Chapter\n Chapter V. Possibilities of a Pleasant Outing\n Chapter VI. The Reverend Arthur Beebe, the Reverend Cuthbert Eager, Mr. Emerson, Mr. George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive Out in Carriages to See a View; Italians Drive Them\n Chapter VII. They Return\n\n Part Two.\n Chapter VIII. Medieval\n Chapter IX. Lucy As a Work of Art\n Chapter X. Cecil as a Humourist\n Chapter XI. In Mrs. Vyse’s Well-Appointed Flat\n Chapter XII. Twelfth Chapter\n Chapter XIII. How Miss Bartlett’s Boiler Was So Tiresome\n Chapter XIV. How Lucy Faced the External Situation Bravely\n Chapter XV. The Disaster Within\n Chapter XVI. Lying to George\n Chapter XVII. Lying to Cecil\n Chapter XVIII. Lying to Mr. Beebe, Mrs. Honeychurch, Freddy, and The Servants\n Chapter XIX. Lying to Mr. Emerson\n Chapter XX. The End of the Middle Ages\n\n\n\n\nPART ONE" - Chapter I The Bertolini @@ -10,11 +11,11 @@ expression: chunks - "The clergyman, who had the air of one on a holiday, did not remember the ladies quite as clearly as they remembered him. But he came forward pleasantly enough and accepted the chair into which he was beckoned by Lucy.\n\n“I _am_ so glad to see you,” said the girl, who was in a state of spiritual starvation, and would have been glad to see the waiter if her cousin had permitted it. “Just fancy how small the world is. Summer Street, too, makes it so specially funny.”\n\n“Miss Honeychurch lives in the parish of Summer Street,” said Miss Bartlett, filling up the gap, “and she happened to tell me in the course of conversation that you have just accepted the living—”\n\n“Yes, I heard from mother so last week. She didn’t know that I knew you at Tunbridge Wells; but I wrote back at once, and I said: ‘Mr. Beebe is—’”\n\n“Quite right,” said the clergyman. “I move into the Rectory at Summer Street next June. I am lucky to be appointed to such a charming neighbourhood.”\n\n“Oh, how glad I am! The name of our house is Windy Corner.” Mr. Beebe bowed.\n\n“There is mother and me generally, and my brother, though it’s not often we get him to ch—— The church is rather far off, I mean.”\n\n“Lucy, dearest, let Mr. Beebe eat his dinner.”\n\n“I am eating it, thank you, and enjoying it.”\n\nHe preferred to talk to Lucy, whose playing he remembered, rather than to Miss Bartlett, who probably remembered his sermons. He asked the girl whether she knew Florence well, and was informed at some length that she had never been there before. It is delightful to advise a newcomer, and he was first in the field. “Don’t neglect the country round,” his advice concluded. “The first fine afternoon drive up to Fiesole, and round by Settignano, or something of that sort.”\n\n“No!” cried a voice from the top of the table. “Mr. Beebe, you are wrong. The first fine afternoon your ladies must go to Prato.”\n\n“That lady looks so clever,” whispered Miss Bartlett to her cousin. “We are in luck.”" - "And, indeed, a perfect torrent of information burst on them. People told them what to see, when to see it, how to stop the electric trams,\nhow to get rid of the beggars, how much to give for a vellum blotter,\nhow much the place would grow upon them. The Pension Bertolini had decided, almost enthusiastically, that they would do. Whichever way they looked, kind ladies smiled and shouted at them. And above all rose the voice of the clever lady, crying: “Prato! They must go to Prato.\nThat place is too sweetly squalid for words. I love it; I revel in shaking off the trammels of respectability, as you know.”\n\nThe young man named George glanced at the clever lady, and then returned moodily to his plate. Obviously he and his father did not do.\nLucy, in the midst of her success, found time to wish they did. It gave her no extra pleasure that any one should be left in the cold; and when she rose to go, she turned back and gave the two outsiders a nervous little bow.\n\nThe father did not see it; the son acknowledged it, not by another bow,\nbut by raising his eyebrows and smiling; he seemed to be smiling across something.\n\nShe hastened after her cousin, who had already disappeared through the curtains—curtains which smote one in the face, and seemed heavy with more than cloth. Beyond them stood the unreliable Signora, bowing good-evening to her guests, and supported by ’Enery, her little boy,\nand Victorier, her daughter. It made a curious little scene, this attempt of the Cockney to convey the grace and geniality of the South.\nAnd even more curious was the drawing-room, which attempted to rival the solid comfort of a Bloomsbury boarding-house. Was this really Italy?\n\nMiss Bartlett was already seated on a tightly stuffed arm-chair, which had the colour and the contours of a tomato. She was talking to Mr.\nBeebe, and as she spoke, her long narrow head drove backwards and forwards, slowly, regularly, as though she were demolishing some invisible obstacle. “We are most grateful to you,” she was saying. “The first evening means so much. When you arrived we were in for a peculiarly _mauvais quart d’heure_.”\n\nHe expressed his regret." - "“Do you, by any chance, know the name of an old man who sat opposite us at dinner?”\n\n“Emerson.”\n\n“Is he a friend of yours?”\n\n“We are friendly—as one is in pensions.”\n\n“Then I will say no more.”\n\nHe pressed her very slightly, and she said more.\n\n“I am, as it were,” she concluded, “the chaperon of my young cousin,\nLucy, and it would be a serious thing if I put her under an obligation to people of whom we know nothing. His manner was somewhat unfortunate.\nI hope I acted for the best.”\n\n“You acted very naturally,” said he. He seemed thoughtful, and after a few moments added: “All the same, I don’t think much harm would have come of accepting.”\n\n“No _harm_, of course. But we could not be under an obligation.”\n\n“He is rather a peculiar man.” Again he hesitated, and then said gently: “I think he would not take advantage of your acceptance, nor expect you to show gratitude. He has the merit—if it is one—of saying exactly what he means. He has rooms he does not value, and he thinks you would value them. He no more thought of putting you under an obligation than he thought of being polite. It is so difficult—at least, I find it difficult—to understand people who speak the truth.”\n\nLucy was pleased, and said: “I was hoping that he was nice; I do so always hope that people will be nice.”\n\n“I think he is; nice and tiresome. I differ from him on almost every point of any importance, and so, I expect—I may say I hope—you will differ. But his is a type one disagrees with rather than deplores. When he first came here he not unnaturally put people’s backs up. He has no tact and no manners—I don’t mean by that that he has bad manners—and he will not keep his opinions to himself. We nearly complained about him to our depressing Signora, but I am glad to say we thought better of it.”\n\n“Am I to conclude,” said Miss Bartlett, “that he is a Socialist?”\n\nMr. Beebe accepted the convenient word, not without a slight twitching of the lips.\n\n“And presumably he has brought up his son to be a Socialist, too?”" -- "“I hardly know George, for he hasn’t learnt to talk yet. He seems a nice creature, and I think he has brains. Of course, he has all his father’s mannerisms, and it is quite possible that he, too, may be a Socialist.”\n\n“Oh, you relieve me,” said Miss Bartlett. “So you think I ought to have accepted their offer? You feel I have been narrow-minded and suspicious?”\n\n“Not at all,” he answered; “I never suggested that.”\n\n“But ought I not to apologize, at all events, for my apparent rudeness?”\n\nHe replied, with some irritation, that it would be quite unnecessary,\nand got up from his seat to go to the smoking-room.\n\n“Was I a bore?” said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had disappeared. “Why didn’t you talk, Lucy? He prefers young people, I’m sure. I do hope I haven’t monopolized him. I hoped you would have him all the evening, as well as all dinner-time.”\n\n“He is nice,” exclaimed Lucy. “Just what I remember. He seems to see good in everyone. No one would take him for a clergyman.”\n\n“My dear Lucia—”\n\n“Well, you know what I mean. And you know how clergymen generally laugh; Mr. Beebe laughs just like an ordinary man.”\n\n“Funny girl! How you do remind me of your mother. I wonder if she will approve of Mr. Beebe.”\n\n“I’m sure she will; and so will Freddy.”\n\n“I think everyone at Windy Corner will approve; it is the fashionable world. I am used to Tunbridge Wells, where we are all hopelessly behind the times.”\n\n“Yes,” said Lucy despondently.\n\nThere was a haze of disapproval in the air, but whether the disapproval was of herself, or of Mr. Beebe, or of the fashionable world at Windy Corner, or of the narrow world at Tunbridge Wells, she could not determine. She tried to locate it, but as usual she blundered. Miss Bartlett sedulously denied disapproving of any one, and added “I am afraid you are finding me a very depressing companion.”\n\nAnd the girl again thought: “I must have been selfish or unkind; I must be more careful. It is so dreadful for Charlotte, being poor.”" -- "Fortunately one of the little old ladies, who for some time had been smiling very benignly, now approached and asked if she might be allowed to sit where Mr. Beebe had sat. Permission granted, she began to chatter gently about Italy, the plunge it had been to come there, the gratifying success of the plunge, the improvement in her sister’s health, the necessity of closing the bed-room windows at night, and of thoroughly emptying the water-bottles in the morning. She handled her subjects agreeably, and they were, perhaps, more worthy of attention than the high discourse upon Guelfs and Ghibellines which was proceeding tempestuously at the other end of the room. It was a real catastrophe, not a mere episode, that evening of hers at Venice, when she had found in her bedroom something that is one worse than a flea,\nthough one better than something else.\n\n“But here you are as safe as in England. Signora Bertolini is so English.”\n\n“Yet our rooms smell,” said poor Lucy. “We dread going to bed.”\n\n“Ah, then you look into the court.” She sighed. “If only Mr. Emerson was more tactful! We were so sorry for you at dinner.”\n\n“I think he was meaning to be kind.”\n\n“Undoubtedly he was,” said Miss Bartlett.\n\n“Mr. Beebe has just been scolding me for my suspicious nature. Of course, I was holding back on my cousin’s account.”\n\n“Of course,” said the little old lady; and they murmured that one could not be too careful with a young girl.\n\nLucy tried to look demure, but could not help feeling a great fool. No one was careful with her at home; or, at all events, she had not noticed it.\n\n“About old Mr. Emerson—I hardly know. No, he is not tactful; yet, have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time—beautiful?”\n\n“Beautiful?” said Miss Bartlett, puzzled at the word. “Are not beauty and delicacy the same?”\n\n“So one would have thought,” said the other helplessly. “But things are so difficult, I sometimes think.”" -- "She proceeded no further into things, for Mr. Beebe reappeared, looking extremely pleasant.\n\n“Miss Bartlett,” he cried, “it’s all right about the rooms. I’m so glad. Mr. Emerson was talking about it in the smoking-room, and knowing what I did, I encouraged him to make the offer again. He has let me come and ask you. He would be so pleased.”\n\n“Oh, Charlotte,” cried Lucy to her cousin, “we must have the rooms now.\nThe old man is just as nice and kind as he can be.”\n\nMiss Bartlett was silent.\n\n“I fear,” said Mr. Beebe, after a pause, “that I have been officious. I must apologize for my interference.”\n\nGravely displeased, he turned to go. Not till then did Miss Bartlett reply: “My own wishes, dearest Lucy, are unimportant in comparison with yours. It would be hard indeed if I stopped you doing as you liked at Florence, when I am only here through your kindness. If you wish me to turn these gentlemen out of their rooms, I will do it. Would you then,\nMr. Beebe, kindly tell Mr. Emerson that I accept his kind offer, and then conduct him to me, in order that I may thank him personally?”\n\nShe raised her voice as she spoke; it was heard all over the drawing-room, and silenced the Guelfs and the Ghibellines. The clergyman, inwardly cursing the female sex, bowed, and departed with her message.\n\n“Remember, Lucy, I alone am implicated in this. I do not wish the acceptance to come from you. Grant me that, at all events.”\n\nMr. Beebe was back, saying rather nervously:\n\n“Mr. Emerson is engaged, but here is his son instead.”\n\nThe young man gazed down on the three ladies, who felt seated on the floor, so low were their chairs.\n\n“My father,” he said, “is in his bath, so you cannot thank him personally. But any message given by you to me will be given by me to him as soon as he comes out.”\n\nMiss Bartlett was unequal to the bath. All her barbed civilities came forth wrong end first. Young Mr. Emerson scored a notable triumph to the delight of Mr. Beebe and to the secret delight of Lucy." -- "“Poor young man!” said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had gone.\n\n“How angry he is with his father about the rooms! It is all he can do to keep polite.”\n\n“In half an hour or so your rooms will be ready,” said Mr. Beebe. Then looking rather thoughtfully at the two cousins, he retired to his own rooms, to write up his philosophic diary.\n\n“Oh, dear!” breathed the little old lady, and shuddered as if all the winds of heaven had entered the apartment. “Gentlemen sometimes do not realize—” Her voice faded away, but Miss Bartlett seemed to understand and a conversation developed, in which gentlemen who did not thoroughly realize played a principal part. Lucy, not realizing either, was reduced to literature. Taking up Baedeker’s Handbook to Northern Italy,\nshe committed to memory the most important dates of Florentine History.\nFor she was determined to enjoy herself on the morrow. Thus the half-hour crept profitably away, and at last Miss Bartlett rose with a sigh, and said:\n\n“I think one might venture now. No, Lucy, do not stir. I will superintend the move.”\n\n“How you do do everything,” said Lucy.\n\n“Naturally, dear. It is my affair.”\n\n“But I would like to help you.”\n\n“No, dear.”\n\nCharlotte’s energy! And her unselfishness! She had been thus all her life, but really, on this Italian tour, she was surpassing herself. So Lucy felt, or strove to feel. And yet—there was a rebellious spirit in her which wondered whether the acceptance might not have been less delicate and more beautiful. At all events, she entered her own room without any feeling of joy.\n\n“I want to explain,” said Miss Bartlett, “why it is that I have taken the largest room. Naturally, of course, I should have given it to you;\nbut I happen to know that it belongs to the young man, and I was sure your mother would not like it.”\n\nLucy was bewildered.\n\n“If you are to accept a favour it is more suitable you should be under an obligation to his father than to him. I am a woman of the world, in my small way, and I know where things lead to. However, Mr. Beebe is a guarantee of a sort that they will not presume on this.”" -- "“Mother wouldn’t mind I’m sure,” said Lucy, but again had the sense of larger and unsuspected issues.\n\nMiss Bartlett only sighed, and enveloped her in a protecting embrace as she wished her good-night. It gave Lucy the sensation of a fog, and when she reached her own room she opened the window and breathed the clean night air, thinking of the kind old man who had enabled her to see the lights dancing in the Arno and the cypresses of San Miniato,\nand the foot-hills of the Apennines, black against the rising moon.\n\nMiss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the cupboards led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances. It was then that she saw, pinned up over the washstand, a sheet of paper on which was scrawled an enormous note of interrogation. Nothing more.\n\n“What does it mean?” she thought, and she examined it carefully by the light of a candle. Meaningless at first, it gradually became menacing,\nobnoxious, portentous with evil. She was seized with an impulse to destroy it, but fortunately remembered that she had no right to do so,\nsince it must be the property of young Mr. Emerson. So she unpinned it carefully, and put it between two pieces of blotting-paper to keep it clean for him. Then she completed her inspection of the room, sighed heavily according to her habit, and went to bed." +- "“I hardly know George, for he hasn’t learnt to talk yet. He seems a nice creature, and I think he has brains. Of course, he has all his father’s mannerisms, and it is quite possible that he, too, may be a Socialist.”\n\n“Oh, you relieve me,” said Miss Bartlett. “So you think I ought to have accepted their offer? You feel I have been narrow-minded and suspicious?”\n\n“Not at all,” he answered; “I never suggested that.”\n\n“But ought I not to apologize, at all events, for my apparent rudeness?”\n\nHe replied, with some irritation, that it would be quite unnecessary,\nand got up from his seat to go to the smoking-room.\n\n“Was I a bore?” said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had disappeared. “Why didn’t you talk, Lucy? He prefers young people, I’m sure. I do hope I haven’t monopolized him. I hoped you would have him all the evening, as well as all dinner-time.”\n\n“He is nice,” exclaimed Lucy. “Just what I remember. He seems to see good in everyone. No one would take him for a clergyman.”\n\n“My dear Lucia—”\n\n“Well, you know what I mean. And you know how clergymen generally laugh; Mr. Beebe laughs just like an ordinary man.”\n\n“Funny girl! How you do remind me of your mother. I wonder if she will approve of Mr. Beebe.”\n\n“I’m sure she will; and so will Freddy.”\n\n“I think everyone at Windy Corner will approve; it is the fashionable world. I am used to Tunbridge Wells, where we are all hopelessly behind the times.”\n\n“Yes,” said Lucy despondently.\n\nThere was a haze of disapproval in the air, but whether the disapproval was of herself, or of Mr. Beebe, or of the fashionable world at Windy Corner, or of the narrow world at Tunbridge Wells, she could not determine. She tried to locate it, but as usual she blundered. Miss Bartlett sedulously denied disapproving of any one, and added “I am afraid you are finding me a very depressing companion.”" +- "And the girl again thought: “I must have been selfish or unkind; I must be more careful. It is so dreadful for Charlotte, being poor.”\n\nFortunately one of the little old ladies, who for some time had been smiling very benignly, now approached and asked if she might be allowed to sit where Mr. Beebe had sat. Permission granted, she began to chatter gently about Italy, the plunge it had been to come there, the gratifying success of the plunge, the improvement in her sister’s health, the necessity of closing the bed-room windows at night, and of thoroughly emptying the water-bottles in the morning. She handled her subjects agreeably, and they were, perhaps, more worthy of attention than the high discourse upon Guelfs and Ghibellines which was proceeding tempestuously at the other end of the room. It was a real catastrophe, not a mere episode, that evening of hers at Venice, when she had found in her bedroom something that is one worse than a flea,\nthough one better than something else.\n\n“But here you are as safe as in England. Signora Bertolini is so English.”\n\n“Yet our rooms smell,” said poor Lucy. “We dread going to bed.”\n\n“Ah, then you look into the court.” She sighed. “If only Mr. Emerson was more tactful! We were so sorry for you at dinner.”\n\n“I think he was meaning to be kind.”\n\n“Undoubtedly he was,” said Miss Bartlett.\n\n“Mr. Beebe has just been scolding me for my suspicious nature. Of course, I was holding back on my cousin’s account.”\n\n“Of course,” said the little old lady; and they murmured that one could not be too careful with a young girl.\n\nLucy tried to look demure, but could not help feeling a great fool. No one was careful with her at home; or, at all events, she had not noticed it.\n\n“About old Mr. Emerson—I hardly know. No, he is not tactful; yet, have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time—beautiful?”\n\n“Beautiful?” said Miss Bartlett, puzzled at the word. “Are not beauty and delicacy the same?”" +- "“So one would have thought,” said the other helplessly. “But things are so difficult, I sometimes think.”\n\nShe proceeded no further into things, for Mr. Beebe reappeared, looking extremely pleasant.\n\n“Miss Bartlett,” he cried, “it’s all right about the rooms. I’m so glad. Mr. Emerson was talking about it in the smoking-room, and knowing what I did, I encouraged him to make the offer again. He has let me come and ask you. He would be so pleased.”\n\n“Oh, Charlotte,” cried Lucy to her cousin, “we must have the rooms now.\nThe old man is just as nice and kind as he can be.”\n\nMiss Bartlett was silent.\n\n“I fear,” said Mr. Beebe, after a pause, “that I have been officious. I must apologize for my interference.”\n\nGravely displeased, he turned to go. Not till then did Miss Bartlett reply: “My own wishes, dearest Lucy, are unimportant in comparison with yours. It would be hard indeed if I stopped you doing as you liked at Florence, when I am only here through your kindness. If you wish me to turn these gentlemen out of their rooms, I will do it. Would you then,\nMr. Beebe, kindly tell Mr. Emerson that I accept his kind offer, and then conduct him to me, in order that I may thank him personally?”\n\nShe raised her voice as she spoke; it was heard all over the drawing-room, and silenced the Guelfs and the Ghibellines. The clergyman, inwardly cursing the female sex, bowed, and departed with her message.\n\n“Remember, Lucy, I alone am implicated in this. I do not wish the acceptance to come from you. Grant me that, at all events.”\n\nMr. Beebe was back, saying rather nervously:\n\n“Mr. Emerson is engaged, but here is his son instead.”\n\nThe young man gazed down on the three ladies, who felt seated on the floor, so low were their chairs.\n\n“My father,” he said, “is in his bath, so you cannot thank him personally. But any message given by you to me will be given by me to him as soon as he comes out.”" +- "Miss Bartlett was unequal to the bath. All her barbed civilities came forth wrong end first. Young Mr. Emerson scored a notable triumph to the delight of Mr. Beebe and to the secret delight of Lucy.\n\n“Poor young man!” said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had gone.\n\n“How angry he is with his father about the rooms! It is all he can do to keep polite.”\n\n“In half an hour or so your rooms will be ready,” said Mr. Beebe. Then looking rather thoughtfully at the two cousins, he retired to his own rooms, to write up his philosophic diary.\n\n“Oh, dear!” breathed the little old lady, and shuddered as if all the winds of heaven had entered the apartment. “Gentlemen sometimes do not realize—” Her voice faded away, but Miss Bartlett seemed to understand and a conversation developed, in which gentlemen who did not thoroughly realize played a principal part. Lucy, not realizing either, was reduced to literature. Taking up Baedeker’s Handbook to Northern Italy,\nshe committed to memory the most important dates of Florentine History.\nFor she was determined to enjoy herself on the morrow. Thus the half-hour crept profitably away, and at last Miss Bartlett rose with a sigh, and said:\n\n“I think one might venture now. No, Lucy, do not stir. I will superintend the move.”\n\n“How you do do everything,” said Lucy.\n\n“Naturally, dear. It is my affair.”\n\n“But I would like to help you.”\n\n“No, dear.”\n\nCharlotte’s energy! And her unselfishness! She had been thus all her life, but really, on this Italian tour, she was surpassing herself. So Lucy felt, or strove to feel. And yet—there was a rebellious spirit in her which wondered whether the acceptance might not have been less delicate and more beautiful. At all events, she entered her own room without any feeling of joy.\n\n“I want to explain,” said Miss Bartlett, “why it is that I have taken the largest room. Naturally, of course, I should have given it to you;\nbut I happen to know that it belongs to the young man, and I was sure your mother would not like it.”\n\nLucy was bewildered." +- "“If you are to accept a favour it is more suitable you should be under an obligation to his father than to him. I am a woman of the world, in my small way, and I know where things lead to. However, Mr. Beebe is a guarantee of a sort that they will not presume on this.”\n\n“Mother wouldn’t mind I’m sure,” said Lucy, but again had the sense of larger and unsuspected issues.\n\nMiss Bartlett only sighed, and enveloped her in a protecting embrace as she wished her good-night. It gave Lucy the sensation of a fog, and when she reached her own room she opened the window and breathed the clean night air, thinking of the kind old man who had enabled her to see the lights dancing in the Arno and the cypresses of San Miniato,\nand the foot-hills of the Apennines, black against the rising moon.\n\nMiss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the cupboards led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances. It was then that she saw, pinned up over the washstand, a sheet of paper on which was scrawled an enormous note of interrogation. Nothing more.\n\n“What does it mean?” she thought, and she examined it carefully by the light of a candle. Meaningless at first, it gradually became menacing,\nobnoxious, portentous with evil. She was seized with an impulse to destroy it, but fortunately remembered that she had no right to do so,\nsince it must be the property of young Mr. Emerson. So she unpinned it carefully, and put it between two pieces of blotting-paper to keep it clean for him. Then she completed her inspection of the room, sighed heavily according to her habit, and went to bed." - Chapter II In Santa Croce with No Baedeker - "It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. It was pleasant, too,\nto fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and close below, the Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.\n\nOver the river men were at work with spades and sieves on the sandy foreshore, and on the river was a boat, also diligently employed for some mysterious end. An electric tram came rushing underneath the window. No one was inside it, except one tourist; but its platforms were overflowing with Italians, who preferred to stand. Children tried to hang on behind, and the conductor, with no malice, spat in their faces to make them let go. Then soldiers appeared—good-looking,\nundersized men—wearing each a knapsack covered with mangy fur, and a great-coat which had been cut for some larger soldier. Beside them walked officers, looking foolish and fierce, and before them went little boys, turning somersaults in time with the band. The tramcar became entangled in their ranks, and moved on painfully, like a caterpillar in a swarm of ants. One of the little boys fell down, and some white bullocks came out of an archway. Indeed, if it had not been for the good advice of an old man who was selling button-hooks, the road might never have got clear.\n\nOver such trivialities as these many a valuable hour may slip away, and the traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values of Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under it. So it was as well that Miss Bartlett should tap and come in, and having commented on Lucy’s leaving the door unlocked, and on her leaning out of the window before she was fully dressed, should urge her to hasten herself, or the best of the day would be gone. By the time Lucy was ready her cousin had done her breakfast, and was listening to the clever lady among the crumbs." - "A conversation then ensued, on not unfamiliar lines. Miss Bartlett was,\nafter all, a wee bit tired, and thought they had better spend the morning settling in; unless Lucy would at all like to go out? Lucy would rather like to go out, as it was her first day in Florence, but,\nof course, she could go alone. Miss Bartlett could not allow this. Of course she would accompany Lucy everywhere. Oh, certainly not; Lucy would stop with her cousin. Oh, no! that would never do. Oh, yes!\n\nAt this point the clever lady broke in.\n\n“If it is Mrs. Grundy who is troubling you, I do assure you that you can neglect the good person. Being English, Miss Honeychurch will be perfectly safe. Italians understand. A dear friend of mine, Contessa Baroncelli, has two daughters, and when she cannot send a maid to school with them, she lets them go in sailor-hats instead. Every one takes them for English, you see, especially if their hair is strained tightly behind.”\n\nMiss Bartlett was unconvinced by the safety of Contessa Baroncelli’s daughters. She was determined to take Lucy herself, her head not being so very bad. The clever lady then said that she was going to spend a long morning in Santa Croce, and if Lucy would come too, she would be delighted.\n\n“I will take you by a dear dirty back way, Miss Honeychurch, and if you bring me luck, we shall have an adventure.”\n\nLucy said that this was most kind, and at once opened the Baedeker, to see where Santa Croce was.\n\n“Tut, tut! Miss Lucy! I hope we shall soon emancipate you from Baedeker. He does but touch the surface of things. As to the true Italy—he does not even dream of it. The true Italy is only to be found by patient observation.”\n\nThis sounded very interesting, and Lucy hurried over her breakfast, and started with her new friend in high spirits. Italy was coming at last.\nThe Cockney Signora and her works had vanished like a bad dream." @@ -48,8 +49,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Lucy does not stand for the medieval lady, who was rather an ideal to which she was bidden to lift her eyes when feeling serious. Nor has she any system of revolt. Here and there a restriction annoyed her particularly, and she would transgress it, and perhaps be sorry that she had done so. This afternoon she was peculiarly restive. She would really like to do something of which her well-wishers disapproved. As she might not go on the electric tram, she went to Alinari’s shop.\n\nThere she bought a photograph of Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus.” Venus,\nbeing a pity, spoilt the picture, otherwise so charming, and Miss Bartlett had persuaded her to do without it. (A pity in art of course signified the nude.) Giorgione’s “Tempesta,” the “Idolino,” some of the Sistine frescoes and the Apoxyomenos, were added to it. She felt a little calmer then, and bought Fra Angelico’s “Coronation,” Giotto’s “Ascension of St. John,” some Della Robbia babies, and some Guido Reni Madonnas. For her taste was catholic, and she extended uncritical approval to every well-known name.\n\nBut though she spent nearly seven lire, the gates of liberty seemed still unopened. She was conscious of her discontent; it was new to her to be conscious of it. “The world,” she thought, “is certainly full of beautiful things, if only I could come across them.” It was not surprising that Mrs. Honeychurch disapproved of music, declaring that it always left her daughter peevish, unpractical, and touchy." - "“Nothing ever happens to me,” she reflected, as she entered the Piazza Signoria and looked nonchalantly at its marvels, now fairly familiar to her. The great square was in shadow; the sunshine had come too late to strike it. Neptune was already unsubstantial in the twilight, half god,\nhalf ghost, and his fountain plashed dreamily to the men and satyrs who idled together on its marge. The Loggia showed as the triple entrance of a cave, wherein many a deity, shadowy, but immortal, looking forth upon the arrivals and departures of mankind. It was the hour of unreality—the hour, that is, when unfamiliar things are real. An older person at such an hour and in such a place might think that sufficient was happening to him, and rest content. Lucy desired more.\n\nShe fixed her eyes wistfully on the tower of the palace, which rose out of the lower darkness like a pillar of roughened gold. It seemed no longer a tower, no longer supported by earth, but some unattainable treasure throbbing in the tranquil sky. Its brightness mesmerized her,\nstill dancing before her eyes when she bent them to the ground and started towards home.\n\nThen something did happen.\n\nTwo Italians by the Loggia had been bickering about a debt. “Cinque lire,” they had cried, “cinque lire!” They sparred at each other, and one of them was hit lightly upon the chest. He frowned; he bent towards Lucy with a look of interest, as if he had an important message for her. He opened his lips to deliver it, and a stream of red came out between them and trickled down his unshaven chin.\n\nThat was all. A crowd rose out of the dusk. It hid this extraordinary man from her, and bore him away to the fountain. Mr. George Emerson happened to be a few paces away, looking at her across the spot where the man had been. How very odd! Across something. Even as she caught sight of him he grew dim; the palace itself grew dim, swayed above her,\nfell on to her softly, slowly, noiselessly, and the sky fell with it.\n\nShe thought: “Oh, what have I done?”\n\n“Oh, what have I done?” she murmured, and opened her eyes." - "George Emerson still looked at her, but not across anything. She had complained of dullness, and lo! one man was stabbed, and another held her in his arms.\n\nThey were sitting on some steps in the Uffizi Arcade. He must have carried her. He rose when she spoke, and began to dust his knees. She repeated:\n\n“Oh, what have I done?”\n\n“You fainted.”\n\n“I—I am very sorry.”\n\n“How are you now?”\n\n“Perfectly well—absolutely well.” And she began to nod and smile.\n\n“Then let us come home. There’s no point in our stopping.”\n\nHe held out his hand to pull her up. She pretended not to see it. The cries from the fountain—they had never ceased—rang emptily. The whole world seemed pale and void of its original meaning.\n\n“How very kind you have been! I might have hurt myself falling. But now I am well. I can go alone, thank you.”\n\nHis hand was still extended.\n\n“Oh, my photographs!” she exclaimed suddenly.\n\n“What photographs?”\n\n“I bought some photographs at Alinari’s. I must have dropped them out there in the square.” She looked at him cautiously. “Would you add to your kindness by fetching them?”\n\nHe added to his kindness. As soon as he had turned his back, Lucy arose with the running of a maniac and stole down the arcade towards the Arno.\n\n“Miss Honeychurch!”\n\nShe stopped with her hand on her heart.\n\n“You sit still; you aren’t fit to go home alone.”\n\n“Yes, I am, thank you so very much.”\n\n“No, you aren’t. You’d go openly if you were.”\n\n“But I had rather—”\n\n“Then I don’t fetch your photographs.”\n\n“I had rather be alone.”\n\nHe said imperiously: “The man is dead—the man is probably dead; sit down till you are rested.” She was bewildered, and obeyed him. “And don’t move till I come back.”" -- "In the distance she saw creatures with black hoods, such as appear in dreams. The palace tower had lost the reflection of the declining day,\nand joined itself to earth. How should she talk to Mr. Emerson when he returned from the shadowy square? Again the thought occurred to her,\n“Oh, what have I done?”—the thought that she, as well as the dying man,\nhad crossed some spiritual boundary.\n\nHe returned, and she talked of the murder. Oddly enough, it was an easy topic. She spoke of the Italian character; she became almost garrulous over the incident that had made her faint five minutes before. Being strong physically, she soon overcame the horror of blood. She rose without his assistance, and though wings seemed to flutter inside her,\nshe walked firmly enough towards the Arno. There a cabman signalled to them; they refused him.\n\n“And the murderer tried to kiss him, you say—how very odd Italians are!—and gave himself up to the police! Mr. Beebe was saying that Italians know everything, but I think they are rather childish. When my cousin and I were at the Pitti yesterday—What was that?”\n\nHe had thrown something into the stream.\n\n“What did you throw in?”\n\n“Things I didn’t want,” he said crossly.\n\n“Mr. Emerson!”\n\n“Well?”\n\n“Where are the photographs?”\n\nHe was silent.\n\n“I believe it was my photographs that you threw away.”\n\n“I didn’t know what to do with them,” he cried, and his voice was that of an anxious boy. Her heart warmed towards him for the first time.\n“They were covered with blood. There! I’m glad I’ve told you; and all the time we were making conversation I was wondering what to do with them.” He pointed down-stream. “They’ve gone.” The river swirled under the bridge, “I did mind them so, and one is so foolish, it seemed better that they should go out to the sea—I don’t know; I may just mean that they frightened me.” Then the boy verged into a man. “For something tremendous has happened; I must face it without getting muddled. It isn’t exactly that a man has died.”\n\nSomething warned Lucy that she must stop him.\n\n“It has happened,” he repeated, “and I mean to find out what it is.”" -- "“Mr. Emerson—”\n\nHe turned towards her frowning, as if she had disturbed him in some abstract quest.\n\n“I want to ask you something before we go in.”\n\nThey were close to their pension. She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship. She moved her elbows before saying:\n\n“I have behaved ridiculously.”\n\nHe was following his own thoughts.\n\n“I was never so much ashamed of myself in my life; I cannot think what came over me.”\n\n“I nearly fainted myself,” he said; but she felt that her attitude repelled him.\n\n“Well, I owe you a thousand apologies.”\n\n“Oh, all right.”\n\n“And—this is the real point—you know how silly people are gossiping—ladies especially, I am afraid—you understand what I mean?”\n\n“I’m afraid I don’t.”\n\n“I mean, would you not mention it to any one, my foolish behaviour?”\n\n“Your behaviour? Oh, yes, all right—all right.”\n\n“Thank you so much. And would you—”\n\nShe could not carry her request any further. The river was rushing below them, almost black in the advancing night. He had thrown her photographs into it, and then he had told her the reason. It struck her that it was hopeless to look for chivalry in such a man. He would do her no harm by idle gossip; he was trustworthy, intelligent, and even kind; he might even have a high opinion of her. But he lacked chivalry;\nhis thoughts, like his behaviour, would not be modified by awe. It was useless to say to him, “And would you—” and hope that he would complete the sentence for himself, averting his eyes from her nakedness like the knight in that beautiful picture. She had been in his arms, and he remembered it, just as he remembered the blood on the photographs that she had bought in Alinari’s shop. It was not exactly that a man had died; something had happened to the living: they had come to a situation where character tells, and where childhood enters upon the branching paths of Youth." +- "In the distance she saw creatures with black hoods, such as appear in dreams. The palace tower had lost the reflection of the declining day,\nand joined itself to earth. How should she talk to Mr. Emerson when he returned from the shadowy square? Again the thought occurred to her,\n“Oh, what have I done?”—the thought that she, as well as the dying man,\nhad crossed some spiritual boundary.\n\nHe returned, and she talked of the murder. Oddly enough, it was an easy topic. She spoke of the Italian character; she became almost garrulous over the incident that had made her faint five minutes before. Being strong physically, she soon overcame the horror of blood. She rose without his assistance, and though wings seemed to flutter inside her,\nshe walked firmly enough towards the Arno. There a cabman signalled to them; they refused him.\n\n“And the murderer tried to kiss him, you say—how very odd Italians are!—and gave himself up to the police! Mr. Beebe was saying that Italians know everything, but I think they are rather childish. When my cousin and I were at the Pitti yesterday—What was that?”\n\nHe had thrown something into the stream.\n\n“What did you throw in?”\n\n“Things I didn’t want,” he said crossly.\n\n“Mr. Emerson!”\n\n“Well?”\n\n“Where are the photographs?”\n\nHe was silent.\n\n“I believe it was my photographs that you threw away.”\n\n“I didn’t know what to do with them,” he cried, and his voice was that of an anxious boy. Her heart warmed towards him for the first time.\n“They were covered with blood. There! I’m glad I’ve told you; and all the time we were making conversation I was wondering what to do with them.” He pointed down-stream. “They’ve gone.” The river swirled under the bridge, “I did mind them so, and one is so foolish, it seemed better that they should go out to the sea—I don’t know; I may just mean that they frightened me.” Then the boy verged into a man. “For something tremendous has happened; I must face it without getting muddled. It isn’t exactly that a man has died.”\n\nSomething warned Lucy that she must stop him." +- "“It has happened,” he repeated, “and I mean to find out what it is.”\n\n“Mr. Emerson—”\n\nHe turned towards her frowning, as if she had disturbed him in some abstract quest.\n\n“I want to ask you something before we go in.”\n\nThey were close to their pension. She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship. She moved her elbows before saying:\n\n“I have behaved ridiculously.”\n\nHe was following his own thoughts.\n\n“I was never so much ashamed of myself in my life; I cannot think what came over me.”\n\n“I nearly fainted myself,” he said; but she felt that her attitude repelled him.\n\n“Well, I owe you a thousand apologies.”\n\n“Oh, all right.”\n\n“And—this is the real point—you know how silly people are gossiping—ladies especially, I am afraid—you understand what I mean?”\n\n“I’m afraid I don’t.”\n\n“I mean, would you not mention it to any one, my foolish behaviour?”\n\n“Your behaviour? Oh, yes, all right—all right.”\n\n“Thank you so much. And would you—”\n\nShe could not carry her request any further. The river was rushing below them, almost black in the advancing night. He had thrown her photographs into it, and then he had told her the reason. It struck her that it was hopeless to look for chivalry in such a man. He would do her no harm by idle gossip; he was trustworthy, intelligent, and even kind; he might even have a high opinion of her. But he lacked chivalry;\nhis thoughts, like his behaviour, would not be modified by awe. It was useless to say to him, “And would you—” and hope that he would complete the sentence for himself, averting his eyes from her nakedness like the knight in that beautiful picture. She had been in his arms, and he remembered it, just as he remembered the blood on the photographs that she had bought in Alinari’s shop. It was not exactly that a man had died; something had happened to the living: they had come to a situation where character tells, and where childhood enters upon the branching paths of Youth." - "“Well, thank you so much,” she repeated, “How quickly these accidents do happen, and then one returns to the old life!”\n\n“I don’t.”\n\nAnxiety moved her to question him.\n\nHis answer was puzzling: “I shall probably want to live.”\n\n“But why, Mr. Emerson? What do you mean?”\n\n“I shall want to live, I say.”\n\nLeaning her elbows on the parapet, she contemplated the River Arno,\nwhose roar was suggesting some unexpected melody to her ears." - Chapter V Possibilities of a Pleasant Outing - "It was a family saying that “you never knew which way Charlotte Bartlett would turn.” She was perfectly pleasant and sensible over Lucy’s adventure, found the abridged account of it quite adequate, and paid suitable tribute to the courtesy of Mr. George Emerson. She and Miss Lavish had had an adventure also. They had been stopped at the Dazio coming back, and the young officials there, who seemed impudent and _désœuvré_, had tried to search their reticules for provisions. It might have been most unpleasant. Fortunately Miss Lavish was a match for any one.\n\nFor good or for evil, Lucy was left to face her problem alone. None of her friends had seen her, either in the Piazza or, later on, by the embankment. Mr. Beebe, indeed, noticing her startled eyes at dinner-time, had again passed to himself the remark of “Too much Beethoven.” But he only supposed that she was ready for an adventure,\nnot that she had encountered it. This solitude oppressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events,\ncontradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.\n\nAt breakfast next morning she took decisive action. There were two plans between which she had to choose. Mr. Beebe was walking up to the Torre del Gallo with the Emersons and some American ladies. Would Miss Bartlett and Miss Honeychurch join the party? Charlotte declined for herself; she had been there in the rain the previous afternoon. But she thought it an admirable idea for Lucy, who hated shopping, changing money, fetching letters, and other irksome duties—all of which Miss Bartlett must accomplish this morning and could easily accomplish alone.\n\n“No, Charlotte!” cried the girl, with real warmth. “It’s very kind of Mr. Beebe, but I am certainly coming with you. I had much rather.”\n\n“Very well, dear,” said Miss Bartlett, with a faint flush of pleasure that called forth a deep flush of shame on the cheeks of Lucy. How abominably she behaved to Charlotte, now as always! But now she should alter. All morning she would be really nice to her." @@ -86,8 +87,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Something in her voice made Miss Bartlett repeat her question, intoning it more vigorously.\n\n“What would have happened if I hadn’t arrived?”\n\n“I can’t think,” said Lucy again.\n\n“When he insulted you, how would you have replied?”\n\n“I hadn’t time to think. You came.”\n\n“Yes, but won’t you tell me now what you would have done?”\n\n“I should have—” She checked herself, and broke the sentence off. She went up to the dripping window and strained her eyes into the darkness.\nShe could not think what she would have done.\n\n“Come away from the window, dear,” said Miss Bartlett. “You will be seen from the road.”\n\nLucy obeyed. She was in her cousin’s power. She could not modulate out the key of self-abasement in which she had started. Neither of them referred again to her suggestion that she should speak to George and settle the matter, whatever it was, with him.\n\nMiss Bartlett became plaintive.\n\n“Oh, for a real man! We are only two women, you and I. Mr. Beebe is hopeless. There is Mr. Eager, but you do not trust him. Oh, for your brother! He is young, but I know that his sister’s insult would rouse in him a very lion. Thank God, chivalry is not yet dead. There are still left some men who can reverence woman.”\n\nAs she spoke, she pulled off her rings, of which she wore several, and ranged them upon the pin cushion. Then she blew into her gloves and said:\n\n“It will be a push to catch the morning train, but we must try.”\n\n“What train?”\n\n“The train to Rome.” She looked at her gloves critically.\n\nThe girl received the announcement as easily as it had been given.\n\n“When does the train to Rome go?”\n\n“At eight.”\n\n“Signora Bertolini would be upset.”\n\n“We must face that,” said Miss Bartlett, not liking to say that she had given notice already.\n\n“She will make us pay for a whole week’s pension.”\n\n“I expect she will. However, we shall be much more comfortable at the Vyses’ hotel. Isn’t afternoon tea given there for nothing?”" - "“Yes, but they pay extra for wine.” After this remark she remained motionless and silent. To her tired eyes Charlotte throbbed and swelled like a ghostly figure in a dream.\n\nThey began to sort their clothes for packing, for there was no time to lose, if they were to catch the train to Rome. Lucy, when admonished,\nbegan to move to and fro between the rooms, more conscious of the discomforts of packing by candlelight than of a subtler ill. Charlotte,\nwho was practical without ability, knelt by the side of an empty trunk,\nvainly endeavouring to pave it with books of varying thickness and size. She gave two or three sighs, for the stooping posture hurt her back, and, for all her diplomacy, she felt that she was growing old.\nThe girl heard her as she entered the room, and was seized with one of those emotional impulses to which she could never attribute a cause.\nShe only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier,\nthe world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.\nThe impulse had come before to-day, but never so strongly. She knelt down by her cousin’s side and took her in her arms.\n\nMiss Bartlett returned the embrace with tenderness and warmth. But she was not a stupid woman, and she knew perfectly well that Lucy did not love her, but needed her to love. For it was in ominous tones that she said, after a long pause:\n\n“Dearest Lucy, how will you ever forgive me?”\n\nLucy was on her guard at once, knowing by bitter experience what forgiving Miss Bartlett meant. Her emotion relaxed, she modified her embrace a little, and she said:\n\n“Charlotte dear, what do you mean? As if I have anything to forgive!”\n\n“You have a great deal, and I have a very great deal to forgive myself,\ntoo. I know well how much I vex you at every turn.”\n\n“But no—”\n\nMiss Bartlett assumed her favourite role, that of the prematurely aged martyr.\n\n“Ah, but yes! I feel that our tour together is hardly the success I had hoped. I might have known it would not do. You want someone younger and stronger and more in sympathy with you. I am too uninteresting and old-fashioned—only fit to pack and unpack your things.”\n\n“Please—”" - "“My only consolation was that you found people more to your taste, and were often able to leave me at home. I had my own poor ideas of what a lady ought to do, but I hope I did not inflict them on you more than was necessary. You had your own way about these rooms, at all events.”\n\n“You mustn’t say these things,” said Lucy softly.\n\nShe still clung to the hope that she and Charlotte loved each other,\nheart and soul. They continued to pack in silence.\n\n“I have been a failure,” said Miss Bartlett, as she struggled with the straps of Lucy’s trunk instead of strapping her own. “Failed to make you happy; failed in my duty to your mother. She has been so generous to me; I shall never face her again after this disaster.”\n\n“But mother will understand. It is not your fault, this trouble, and it isn’t a disaster either.”\n\n“It is my fault, it is a disaster. She will never forgive me, and rightly. For instance, what right had I to make friends with Miss Lavish?”\n\n“Every right.”\n\n“When I was here for your sake? If I have vexed you it is equally true that I have neglected you. Your mother will see this as clearly as I do, when you tell her.”\n\nLucy, from a cowardly wish to improve the situation, said:\n\n“Why need mother hear of it?”\n\n“But you tell her everything?”\n\n“I suppose I do generally.”\n\n“I dare not break your confidence. There is something sacred in it.\nUnless you feel that it is a thing you could not tell her.”\n\nThe girl would not be degraded to this.\n\n“Naturally I should have told her. But in case she should blame you in any way, I promise I will not, I am very willing not to. I will never speak of it either to her or to any one.”\n\nHer promise brought the long-drawn interview to a sudden close. Miss Bartlett pecked her smartly on both cheeks, wished her good-night, and sent her to her own room." -- "For a moment the original trouble was in the background. George would seem to have behaved like a cad throughout; perhaps that was the view which one would take eventually. At present she neither acquitted nor condemned him; she did not pass judgement. At the moment when she was about to judge him her cousin’s voice had intervened, and, ever since,\nit was Miss Bartlett who had dominated; Miss Bartlett who, even now,\ncould be heard sighing into a crack in the partition wall; Miss Bartlett, who had really been neither pliable nor humble nor inconsistent. She had worked like a great artist; for a time—indeed,\nfor years—she had been meaningless, but at the end there was presented to the girl the complete picture of a cheerless, loveless world in which the young rush to destruction until they learn better—a shamefaced world of precautions and barriers which may avert evil, but which do not seem to bring good, if we may judge from those who have used them most.\n\nLucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity,\nof her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.\n\nThe door-bell rang, and she started to the shutters. Before she reached them she hesitated, turned, and blew out the candle. Thus it was that,\nthough she saw someone standing in the wet below, he, though he looked up, did not see her.\n\nTo reach his room he had to go by hers. She was still dressed. It struck her that she might slip into the passage and just say that she would be gone before he was up, and that their extraordinary intercourse was over.\n\nWhether she would have dared to do this was never proved. At the critical moment Miss Bartlett opened her own door, and her voice said:\n\n“I wish one word with you in the drawing-room, Mr. Emerson, please.”\n\nSoon their footsteps returned, and Miss Bartlett said: “Good-night, Mr.\nEmerson.”\n\nHis heavy, tired breathing was the only reply; the chaperon had done her work.\n\nLucy cried aloud: “It isn’t true. It can’t all be true. I want not to be muddled. I want to grow older quickly.”" -- "Miss Bartlett tapped on the wall.\n\n“Go to bed at once, dear. You need all the rest you can get.”\n\nIn the morning they left for Rome.\n\n\n\n\nPART TWO" +- "For a moment the original trouble was in the background. George would seem to have behaved like a cad throughout; perhaps that was the view which one would take eventually. At present she neither acquitted nor condemned him; she did not pass judgement. At the moment when she was about to judge him her cousin’s voice had intervened, and, ever since,\nit was Miss Bartlett who had dominated; Miss Bartlett who, even now,\ncould be heard sighing into a crack in the partition wall; Miss Bartlett, who had really been neither pliable nor humble nor inconsistent. She had worked like a great artist; for a time—indeed,\nfor years—she had been meaningless, but at the end there was presented to the girl the complete picture of a cheerless, loveless world in which the young rush to destruction until they learn better—a shamefaced world of precautions and barriers which may avert evil, but which do not seem to bring good, if we may judge from those who have used them most.\n\nLucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity,\nof her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.\n\nThe door-bell rang, and she started to the shutters. Before she reached them she hesitated, turned, and blew out the candle. Thus it was that,\nthough she saw someone standing in the wet below, he, though he looked up, did not see her.\n\nTo reach his room he had to go by hers. She was still dressed. It struck her that she might slip into the passage and just say that she would be gone before he was up, and that their extraordinary intercourse was over.\n\nWhether she would have dared to do this was never proved. At the critical moment Miss Bartlett opened her own door, and her voice said:\n\n“I wish one word with you in the drawing-room, Mr. Emerson, please.”\n\nSoon their footsteps returned, and Miss Bartlett said: “Good-night, Mr.\nEmerson.”\n\nHis heavy, tired breathing was the only reply; the chaperon had done her work." +- "Lucy cried aloud: “It isn’t true. It can’t all be true. I want not to be muddled. I want to grow older quickly.”\n\nMiss Bartlett tapped on the wall.\n\n“Go to bed at once, dear. You need all the rest you can get.”\n\nIn the morning they left for Rome.\n\n\n\n\nPART TWO" - Chapter VIII Medieval - "The drawing-room curtains at Windy Corner had been pulled to meet, for the carpet was new and deserved protection from the August sun. They were heavy curtains, reaching almost to the ground, and the light that filtered through them was subdued and varied. A poet—none was present—might have quoted, “Life like a dome of many coloured glass,”\nor might have compared the curtains to sluice-gates, lowered against the intolerable tides of heaven. Without was poured a sea of radiance;\nwithin, the glory, though visible, was tempered to the capacities of man.\n\nTwo pleasant people sat in the room. One—a boy of nineteen—was studying a small manual of anatomy, and peering occasionally at a bone which lay upon the piano. From time to time he bounced in his chair and puffed and groaned, for the day was hot and the print small, and the human frame fearfully made; and his mother, who was writing a letter, did continually read out to him what she had written. And continually did she rise from her seat and part the curtains so that a rivulet of light fell across the carpet, and make the remark that they were still there.\n\n“Where aren’t they?” said the boy, who was Freddy, Lucy’s brother. “I tell you I’m getting fairly sick.”\n\n“For goodness’ sake go out of my drawing-room, then?” cried Mrs.\nHoneychurch, who hoped to cure her children of slang by taking it literally.\n\nFreddy did not move or reply.\n\n“I think things are coming to a head,” she observed, rather wanting her son’s opinion on the situation if she could obtain it without undue supplication.\n\n“Time they did.”\n\n“I am glad that Cecil is asking her this once more.”\n\n“It’s his third go, isn’t it?”\n\n“Freddy I do call the way you talk unkind.”\n\n“I didn’t mean to be unkind.” Then he added: “But I do think Lucy might have got this off her chest in Italy. I don’t know how girls manage things, but she can’t have said ‘No’ properly before, or she wouldn’t have to say it again now. Over the whole thing—I can’t explain—I do feel so uncomfortable.”\n\n“Do you indeed, dear? How interesting!”\n\n“I feel—never mind.”" - "He returned to his work.\n\n“Just listen to what I have written to Mrs. Vyse. I said: ‘Dear Mrs.\nVyse.’”\n\n“Yes, mother, you told me. A jolly good letter.”\n\n“I said: ‘Dear Mrs. Vyse, Cecil has just asked my permission about it,\nand I should be delighted, if Lucy wishes it. But—’” She stopped reading, “I was rather amused at Cecil asking my permission at all. He has always gone in for unconventionality, and parents nowhere, and so forth. When it comes to the point, he can’t get on without me.”\n\n“Nor me.”\n\n“You?”\n\nFreddy nodded.\n\n“What do you mean?”\n\n“He asked me for my permission also.”\n\nShe exclaimed: “How very odd of him!”\n\n“Why so?” asked the son and heir. “Why shouldn’t my permission be asked?”\n\n“What do you know about Lucy or girls or anything? What ever did you say?”\n\n“I said to Cecil, ‘Take her or leave her; it’s no business of mine!’”\n\n“What a helpful answer!” But her own answer, though more normal in its wording, had been to the same effect.\n\n“The bother is this,” began Freddy.\n\nThen he took up his work again, too shy to say what the bother was.\nMrs. Honeychurch went back to the window.\n\n“Freddy, you must come. There they still are!”\n\n“I don’t see you ought to go peeping like that.”\n\n“Peeping like that! Can’t I look out of my own window?”\n\nBut she returned to the writing-table, observing, as she passed her son, “Still page 322?” Freddy snorted, and turned over two leaves. For a brief space they were silent. Close by, beyond the curtains, the gentle murmur of a long conversation had never ceased." @@ -97,17 +98,17 @@ expression: chunks - "Cecil’s first movement was one of irritation. He couldn’t bear the Honeychurch habit of sitting in the dark to save the furniture.\nInstinctively he give the curtains a twitch, and sent them swinging down their poles. Light entered. There was revealed a terrace, such as is owned by many villas with trees each side of it, and on it a little rustic seat, and two flower-beds. But it was transfigured by the view beyond, for Windy Corner was built on the range that overlooks the Sussex Weald. Lucy, who was in the little seat, seemed on the edge of a green magic carpet which hovered in the air above the tremulous world.\n\nCecil entered.\n\nAppearing thus late in the story, Cecil must be at once described. He was medieval. Like a Gothic statue. Tall and refined, with shoulders that seemed braced square by an effort of the will, and a head that was tilted a little higher than the usual level of vision, he resembled those fastidious saints who guard the portals of a French cathedral.\nWell educated, well endowed, and not deficient physically, he remained in the grip of a certain devil whom the modern world knows as self-consciousness, and whom the medieval, with dimmer vision,\nworshipped as asceticism. A Gothic statue implies celibacy, just as a Greek statue implies fruition, and perhaps this was what Mr. Beebe meant. And Freddy, who ignored history and art, perhaps meant the same when he failed to imagine Cecil wearing another fellow’s cap.\n\nMrs. Honeychurch left her letter on the writing table and moved towards her young acquaintance.\n\n“Oh, Cecil!” she exclaimed—“oh, Cecil, do tell me!”\n\n“I promessi sposi,” said he.\n\nThey stared at him anxiously.\n\n“She has accepted me,” he said, and the sound of the thing in English made him flush and smile with pleasure, and look more human.\n\n“I am so glad,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, while Freddy proffered a hand that was yellow with chemicals. They wished that they also knew Italian, for our phrases of approval and of amazement are so connected with little occasions that we fear to use them on great ones. We are obliged to become vaguely poetic, or to take refuge in Scriptural reminiscences." - "“Welcome as one of the family!” said Mrs. Honeychurch, waving her hand at the furniture. “This is indeed a joyous day! I feel sure that you will make our dear Lucy happy.”\n\n“I hope so,” replied the young man, shifting his eyes to the ceiling.\n\n“We mothers—” simpered Mrs. Honeychurch, and then realized that she was affected, sentimental, bombastic—all the things she hated most. Why could she not be Freddy, who stood stiff in the middle of the room;\nlooking very cross and almost handsome?\n\n“I say, Lucy!” called Cecil, for conversation seemed to flag.\n\nLucy rose from the seat. She moved across the lawn and smiled in at them, just as if she was going to ask them to play tennis. Then she saw her brother’s face. Her lips parted, and she took him in her arms. He said, “Steady on!”\n\n“Not a kiss for me?” asked her mother.\n\nLucy kissed her also.\n\n“Would you take them into the garden and tell Mrs. Honeychurch all about it?” Cecil suggested. “And I’d stop here and tell my mother.”\n\n“We go with Lucy?” said Freddy, as if taking orders.\n\n“Yes, you go with Lucy.”\n\nThey passed into the sunlight. Cecil watched them cross the terrace,\nand descend out of sight by the steps. They would descend—he knew their ways—past the shrubbery, and past the tennis-lawn and the dahlia-bed,\nuntil they reached the kitchen garden, and there, in the presence of the potatoes and the peas, the great event would be discussed.\n\nSmiling indulgently, he lit a cigarette, and rehearsed the events that had led to such a happy conclusion." - "He had known Lucy for several years, but only as a commonplace girl who happened to be musical. He could still remember his depression that afternoon at Rome, when she and her terrible cousin fell on him out of the blue, and demanded to be taken to St. Peter’s. That day she had seemed a typical tourist—shrill, crude, and gaunt with travel. But Italy worked some marvel in her. It gave her light, and—which he held more precious—it gave her shadow. Soon he detected in her a wonderful reticence. She was like a woman of Leonardo da Vinci’s, whom we love not so much for herself as for the things that she will not tell us.\nThe things are assuredly not of this life; no woman of Leonardo’s could have anything so vulgar as a “story.” She did develop most wonderfully day by day.\n\nSo it happened that from patronizing civility he had slowly passed if not to passion, at least to a profound uneasiness. Already at Rome he had hinted to her that they might be suitable for each other. It had touched him greatly that she had not broken away at the suggestion. Her refusal had been clear and gentle; after it—as the horrid phrase went—she had been exactly the same to him as before. Three months later, on the margin of Italy, among the flower-clad Alps, he had asked her again in bald, traditional language. She reminded him of a Leonardo more than ever; her sunburnt features were shadowed by fantastic rock;\nat his words she had turned and stood between him and the light with immeasurable plains behind her. He walked home with her unashamed,\nfeeling not at all like a rejected suitor. The things that really mattered were unshaken.\n\nSo now he had asked her once more, and, clear and gentle as ever, she had accepted him, giving no coy reasons for her delay, but simply saying that she loved him and would do her best to make him happy. His mother, too, would be pleased; she had counselled the step; he must write her a long account." -- "Glancing at his hand, in case any of Freddy’s chemicals had come off on it, he moved to the writing table. There he saw “Dear Mrs. Vyse,”\nfollowed by many erasures. He recoiled without reading any more, and after a little hesitation sat down elsewhere, and pencilled a note on his knee.\n\nThen he lit another cigarette, which did not seem quite as divine as the first, and considered what might be done to make Windy Corner drawing-room more distinctive. With that outlook it should have been a successful room, but the trail of Tottenham Court Road was upon it; he could almost visualize the motor-vans of Messrs. Shoolbred and Messrs.\nMaple arriving at the door and depositing this chair, those varnished book-cases, that writing-table. The table recalled Mrs. Honeychurch’s letter. He did not want to read that letter—his temptations never lay in that direction; but he worried about it none the less. It was his own fault that she was discussing him with his mother; he had wanted her support in his third attempt to win Lucy; he wanted to feel that others, no matter who they were, agreed with him, and so he had asked their permission. Mrs. Honeychurch had been civil, but obtuse in essentials, while as for Freddy—“He is only a boy,” he reflected. “I represent all that he despises. Why should he want me for a brother-in-law?”\n\nThe Honeychurches were a worthy family, but he began to realize that Lucy was of another clay; and perhaps—he did not put it very definitely—he ought to introduce her into more congenial circles as soon as possible.\n\n“Mr. Beebe!” said the maid, and the new rector of Summer Street was shown in; he had at once started on friendly relations, owing to Lucy’s praise of him in her letters from Florence.\n\nCecil greeted him rather critically.\n\n“I’ve come for tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that I shall get it?”\n\n“I should say so. Food is the thing one does get here—Don’t sit in that chair; young Honeychurch has left a bone in it.”\n\n“Pfui!”\n\n“I know,” said Cecil. “I know. I can’t think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it.”" -- "For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples’ furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he desired.\n\n“I’ve come for tea and for gossip. Isn’t this news?”\n\n“News? I don’t understand you,” said Cecil. “News?”\n\nMr. Beebe, whose news was of a very different nature, prattled forward.\n\n“I met Sir Harry Otway as I came up; I have every reason to hope that I am first in the field. He has bought Cissie and Albert from Mr. Flack!”\n\n“Has he indeed?” said Cecil, trying to recover himself. Into what a grotesque mistake had he fallen! Was it likely that a clergyman and a gentleman would refer to his engagement in a manner so flippant? But his stiffness remained, and, though he asked who Cissie and Albert might be, he still thought Mr. Beebe rather a bounder.\n\n“Unpardonable question! To have stopped a week at Windy Corner and not to have met Cissie and Albert, the semi-detached villas that have been run up opposite the church! I’ll set Mrs. Honeychurch after you.”\n\n“I’m shockingly stupid over local affairs,” said the young man languidly. “I can’t even remember the difference between a Parish Council and a Local Government Board. Perhaps there is no difference,\nor perhaps those aren’t the right names. I only go into the country to see my friends and to enjoy the scenery. It is very remiss of me. Italy and London are the only places where I don’t feel to exist on sufferance.”\n\nMr. Beebe, distressed at this heavy reception of Cissie and Albert,\ndetermined to shift the subject.\n\n“Let me see, Mr. Vyse—I forget—what is your profession?”\n\n“I have no profession,” said Cecil. “It is another example of my decadence. My attitude—quite an indefensible one—is that so long as I am no trouble to any one I have a right to do as I like. I know I ought to be getting money out of people, or devoting myself to things I don’t care a straw about, but somehow, I’ve not been able to begin.”" -- "“You are very fortunate,” said Mr. Beebe. “It is a wonderful opportunity, the possession of leisure.”\n\nHis voice was rather parochial, but he did not quite see his way to answering naturally. He felt, as all who have regular occupation must feel, that others should have it also.\n\n“I am glad that you approve. I daren’t face the healthy person—for example, Freddy Honeychurch.”\n\n“Oh, Freddy’s a good sort, isn’t he?”\n\n“Admirable. The sort who has made England what she is.”\n\nCecil wondered at himself. Why, on this day of all others, was he so hopelessly contrary? He tried to get right by inquiring effusively after Mr. Beebe’s mother, an old lady for whom he had no particular regard. Then he flattered the clergyman, praised his liberal-mindedness, his enlightened attitude towards philosophy and science.\n\n“Where are the others?” said Mr. Beebe at last, “I insist on extracting tea before evening service.”\n\n“I suppose Anne never told them you were here. In this house one is so coached in the servants the day one arrives. The fault of Anne is that she begs your pardon when she hears you perfectly, and kicks the chair-legs with her feet. The faults of Mary—I forget the faults of Mary, but they are very grave. Shall we look in the garden?”\n\n“I know the faults of Mary. She leaves the dust-pans standing on the stairs.”\n\n“The fault of Euphemia is that she will not, simply will not, chop the suet sufficiently small.”\n\nThey both laughed, and things began to go better.\n\n“The faults of Freddy—” Cecil continued.\n\n“Ah, he has too many. No one but his mother can remember the faults of Freddy. Try the faults of Miss Honeychurch; they are not innumerable.”\n\n“She has none,” said the young man, with grave sincerity.\n\n“I quite agree. At present she has none.”\n\n“At present?”" -- "“I’m not cynical. I’m only thinking of my pet theory about Miss Honeychurch. Does it seem reasonable that she should play so wonderfully, and live so quietly? I suspect that one day she will be wonderful in both. The water-tight compartments in her will break down,\nand music and life will mingle. Then we shall have her heroically good,\nheroically bad—too heroic, perhaps, to be good or bad.”\n\nCecil found his companion interesting.\n\n“And at present you think her not wonderful as far as life goes?”\n\n“Well, I must say I’ve only seen her at Tunbridge Wells, where she was not wonderful, and at Florence. Since I came to Summer Street she has been away. You saw her, didn’t you, at Rome and in the Alps. Oh, I forgot; of course, you knew her before. No, she wasn’t wonderful in Florence either, but I kept on expecting that she would be.”\n\n“In what way?”\n\nConversation had become agreeable to them, and they were pacing up and down the terrace.\n\n“I could as easily tell you what tune she’ll play next. There was simply the sense that she had found wings, and meant to use them. I can show you a beautiful picture in my Italian diary: Miss Honeychurch as a kite, Miss Bartlett holding the string. Picture number two: the string breaks.”\n\nThe sketch was in his diary, but it had been made afterwards, when he viewed things artistically. At the time he had given surreptitious tugs to the string himself.\n\n“But the string never broke?”\n\n“No. I mightn’t have seen Miss Honeychurch rise, but I should certainly have heard Miss Bartlett fall.”\n\n“It has broken now,” said the young man in low, vibrating tones.\n\nImmediately he realized that of all the conceited, ludicrous,\ncontemptible ways of announcing an engagement this was the worst. He cursed his love of metaphor; had he suggested that he was a star and that Lucy was soaring up to reach him?\n\n“Broken? What do you mean?”\n\n“I meant,” said Cecil stiffly, “that she is going to marry me.”\n\nThe clergyman was conscious of some bitter disappointment which he could not keep out of his voice." -- "“I am sorry; I must apologize. I had no idea you were intimate with her, or I should never have talked in this flippant, superficial way.\nMr. Vyse, you ought to have stopped me.” And down the garden he saw Lucy herself; yes, he was disappointed.\n\nCecil, who naturally preferred congratulations to apologies, drew down his mouth at the corners. Was this the reception his action would get from the world? Of course, he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement. But he was sensitive to the successive particles of it which he encountered.\n\nOccasionally he could be quite crude.\n\n“I am sorry I have given you a shock,” he said dryly. “I fear that Lucy’s choice does not meet with your approval.”\n\n“Not that. But you ought to have stopped me. I know Miss Honeychurch only a little as time goes. Perhaps I oughtn’t to have discussed her so freely with any one; certainly not with you.”\n\n“You are conscious of having said something indiscreet?”\n\nMr. Beebe pulled himself together. Really, Mr. Vyse had the art of placing one in the most tiresome positions. He was driven to use the prerogatives of his profession.\n\n“No, I have said nothing indiscreet. I foresaw at Florence that her quiet, uneventful childhood must end, and it has ended. I realized dimly enough that she might take some momentous step. She has taken it.\nShe has learnt—you will let me talk freely, as I have begun freely—she has learnt what it is to love: the greatest lesson, some people will tell you, that our earthly life provides.” It was now time for him to wave his hat at the approaching trio. He did not omit to do so. “She has learnt through you,” and if his voice was still clerical, it was now also sincere; “let it be your care that her knowledge is profitable to her.”\n\n“Grazie tante!” said Cecil, who did not like parsons.\n\n“Have you heard?” shouted Mrs. Honeychurch as she toiled up the sloping garden. “Oh, Mr. Beebe, have you heard the news?”" +- "Glancing at his hand, in case any of Freddy’s chemicals had come off on it, he moved to the writing table. There he saw “Dear Mrs. Vyse,”\nfollowed by many erasures. He recoiled without reading any more, and after a little hesitation sat down elsewhere, and pencilled a note on his knee.\n\nThen he lit another cigarette, which did not seem quite as divine as the first, and considered what might be done to make Windy Corner drawing-room more distinctive. With that outlook it should have been a successful room, but the trail of Tottenham Court Road was upon it; he could almost visualize the motor-vans of Messrs. Shoolbred and Messrs.\nMaple arriving at the door and depositing this chair, those varnished book-cases, that writing-table. The table recalled Mrs. Honeychurch’s letter. He did not want to read that letter—his temptations never lay in that direction; but he worried about it none the less. It was his own fault that she was discussing him with his mother; he had wanted her support in his third attempt to win Lucy; he wanted to feel that others, no matter who they were, agreed with him, and so he had asked their permission. Mrs. Honeychurch had been civil, but obtuse in essentials, while as for Freddy—“He is only a boy,” he reflected. “I represent all that he despises. Why should he want me for a brother-in-law?”\n\nThe Honeychurches were a worthy family, but he began to realize that Lucy was of another clay; and perhaps—he did not put it very definitely—he ought to introduce her into more congenial circles as soon as possible.\n\n“Mr. Beebe!” said the maid, and the new rector of Summer Street was shown in; he had at once started on friendly relations, owing to Lucy’s praise of him in her letters from Florence.\n\nCecil greeted him rather critically.\n\n“I’ve come for tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that I shall get it?”\n\n“I should say so. Food is the thing one does get here—Don’t sit in that chair; young Honeychurch has left a bone in it.”\n\n“Pfui!”" +- "“I know,” said Cecil. “I know. I can’t think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it.”\n\nFor Cecil considered the bone and the Maples’ furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he desired.\n\n“I’ve come for tea and for gossip. Isn’t this news?”\n\n“News? I don’t understand you,” said Cecil. “News?”\n\nMr. Beebe, whose news was of a very different nature, prattled forward.\n\n“I met Sir Harry Otway as I came up; I have every reason to hope that I am first in the field. He has bought Cissie and Albert from Mr. Flack!”\n\n“Has he indeed?” said Cecil, trying to recover himself. Into what a grotesque mistake had he fallen! Was it likely that a clergyman and a gentleman would refer to his engagement in a manner so flippant? But his stiffness remained, and, though he asked who Cissie and Albert might be, he still thought Mr. Beebe rather a bounder.\n\n“Unpardonable question! To have stopped a week at Windy Corner and not to have met Cissie and Albert, the semi-detached villas that have been run up opposite the church! I’ll set Mrs. Honeychurch after you.”\n\n“I’m shockingly stupid over local affairs,” said the young man languidly. “I can’t even remember the difference between a Parish Council and a Local Government Board. Perhaps there is no difference,\nor perhaps those aren’t the right names. I only go into the country to see my friends and to enjoy the scenery. It is very remiss of me. Italy and London are the only places where I don’t feel to exist on sufferance.”\n\nMr. Beebe, distressed at this heavy reception of Cissie and Albert,\ndetermined to shift the subject.\n\n“Let me see, Mr. Vyse—I forget—what is your profession?”" +- "“I have no profession,” said Cecil. “It is another example of my decadence. My attitude—quite an indefensible one—is that so long as I am no trouble to any one I have a right to do as I like. I know I ought to be getting money out of people, or devoting myself to things I don’t care a straw about, but somehow, I’ve not been able to begin.”\n\n“You are very fortunate,” said Mr. Beebe. “It is a wonderful opportunity, the possession of leisure.”\n\nHis voice was rather parochial, but he did not quite see his way to answering naturally. He felt, as all who have regular occupation must feel, that others should have it also.\n\n“I am glad that you approve. I daren’t face the healthy person—for example, Freddy Honeychurch.”\n\n“Oh, Freddy’s a good sort, isn’t he?”\n\n“Admirable. The sort who has made England what she is.”\n\nCecil wondered at himself. Why, on this day of all others, was he so hopelessly contrary? He tried to get right by inquiring effusively after Mr. Beebe’s mother, an old lady for whom he had no particular regard. Then he flattered the clergyman, praised his liberal-mindedness, his enlightened attitude towards philosophy and science.\n\n“Where are the others?” said Mr. Beebe at last, “I insist on extracting tea before evening service.”\n\n“I suppose Anne never told them you were here. In this house one is so coached in the servants the day one arrives. The fault of Anne is that she begs your pardon when she hears you perfectly, and kicks the chair-legs with her feet. The faults of Mary—I forget the faults of Mary, but they are very grave. Shall we look in the garden?”\n\n“I know the faults of Mary. She leaves the dust-pans standing on the stairs.”\n\n“The fault of Euphemia is that she will not, simply will not, chop the suet sufficiently small.”\n\nThey both laughed, and things began to go better.\n\n“The faults of Freddy—” Cecil continued.\n\n“Ah, he has too many. No one but his mother can remember the faults of Freddy. Try the faults of Miss Honeychurch; they are not innumerable.”" +- "“She has none,” said the young man, with grave sincerity.\n\n“I quite agree. At present she has none.”\n\n“At present?”\n\n“I’m not cynical. I’m only thinking of my pet theory about Miss Honeychurch. Does it seem reasonable that she should play so wonderfully, and live so quietly? I suspect that one day she will be wonderful in both. The water-tight compartments in her will break down,\nand music and life will mingle. Then we shall have her heroically good,\nheroically bad—too heroic, perhaps, to be good or bad.”\n\nCecil found his companion interesting.\n\n“And at present you think her not wonderful as far as life goes?”\n\n“Well, I must say I’ve only seen her at Tunbridge Wells, where she was not wonderful, and at Florence. Since I came to Summer Street she has been away. You saw her, didn’t you, at Rome and in the Alps. Oh, I forgot; of course, you knew her before. No, she wasn’t wonderful in Florence either, but I kept on expecting that she would be.”\n\n“In what way?”\n\nConversation had become agreeable to them, and they were pacing up and down the terrace.\n\n“I could as easily tell you what tune she’ll play next. There was simply the sense that she had found wings, and meant to use them. I can show you a beautiful picture in my Italian diary: Miss Honeychurch as a kite, Miss Bartlett holding the string. Picture number two: the string breaks.”\n\nThe sketch was in his diary, but it had been made afterwards, when he viewed things artistically. At the time he had given surreptitious tugs to the string himself.\n\n“But the string never broke?”\n\n“No. I mightn’t have seen Miss Honeychurch rise, but I should certainly have heard Miss Bartlett fall.”\n\n“It has broken now,” said the young man in low, vibrating tones.\n\nImmediately he realized that of all the conceited, ludicrous,\ncontemptible ways of announcing an engagement this was the worst. He cursed his love of metaphor; had he suggested that he was a star and that Lucy was soaring up to reach him?\n\n“Broken? What do you mean?”\n\n“I meant,” said Cecil stiffly, “that she is going to marry me.”" +- "The clergyman was conscious of some bitter disappointment which he could not keep out of his voice.\n\n“I am sorry; I must apologize. I had no idea you were intimate with her, or I should never have talked in this flippant, superficial way.\nMr. Vyse, you ought to have stopped me.” And down the garden he saw Lucy herself; yes, he was disappointed.\n\nCecil, who naturally preferred congratulations to apologies, drew down his mouth at the corners. Was this the reception his action would get from the world? Of course, he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement. But he was sensitive to the successive particles of it which he encountered.\n\nOccasionally he could be quite crude.\n\n“I am sorry I have given you a shock,” he said dryly. “I fear that Lucy’s choice does not meet with your approval.”\n\n“Not that. But you ought to have stopped me. I know Miss Honeychurch only a little as time goes. Perhaps I oughtn’t to have discussed her so freely with any one; certainly not with you.”\n\n“You are conscious of having said something indiscreet?”\n\nMr. Beebe pulled himself together. Really, Mr. Vyse had the art of placing one in the most tiresome positions. He was driven to use the prerogatives of his profession.\n\n“No, I have said nothing indiscreet. I foresaw at Florence that her quiet, uneventful childhood must end, and it has ended. I realized dimly enough that she might take some momentous step. She has taken it.\nShe has learnt—you will let me talk freely, as I have begun freely—she has learnt what it is to love: the greatest lesson, some people will tell you, that our earthly life provides.” It was now time for him to wave his hat at the approaching trio. He did not omit to do so. “She has learnt through you,” and if his voice was still clerical, it was now also sincere; “let it be your care that her knowledge is profitable to her.”\n\n“Grazie tante!” said Cecil, who did not like parsons.\n\n“Have you heard?” shouted Mrs. Honeychurch as she toiled up the sloping garden. “Oh, Mr. Beebe, have you heard the news?”" - "Freddy, now full of geniality, whistled the wedding march. Youth seldom criticizes the accomplished fact.\n\n“Indeed I have!” he cried. He looked at Lucy. In her presence he could not act the parson any longer—at all events not without apology. “Mrs.\nHoneychurch, I’m going to do what I am always supposed to do, but generally I’m too shy. I want to invoke every kind of blessing on them,\ngrave and gay, great and small. I want them all their lives to be supremely good and supremely happy as husband and wife, as father and mother. And now I want my tea.”\n\n“You only asked for it just in time,” the lady retorted. “How dare you be serious at Windy Corner?”\n\nHe took his tone from her. There was no more heavy beneficence, no more attempts to dignify the situation with poetry or the Scriptures. None of them dared or was able to be serious any more.\n\nAn engagement is so potent a thing that sooner or later it reduces all who speak of it to this state of cheerful awe. Away from it, in the solitude of their rooms, Mr. Beebe, and even Freddy, might again be critical. But in its presence and in the presence of each other they were sincerely hilarious. It has a strange power, for it compels not only the lips, but the very heart. The chief parallel to compare one great thing with another—is the power over us of a temple of some alien creed. Standing outside, we deride or oppose it, or at the most feel sentimental. Inside, though the saints and gods are not ours, we become true believers, in case any true believer should be present." - "So it was that after the gropings and the misgivings of the afternoon they pulled themselves together and settled down to a very pleasant tea-party. If they were hypocrites they did not know it, and their hypocrisy had every chance of setting and of becoming true. Anne,\nputting down each plate as if it were a wedding present, stimulated them greatly. They could not lag behind that smile of hers which she gave them ere she kicked the drawing-room door. Mr. Beebe chirruped.\nFreddy was at his wittiest, referring to Cecil as the “Fiasco”—family honoured pun on fiance. Mrs. Honeychurch, amusing and portly, promised well as a mother-in-law. As for Lucy and Cecil, for whom the temple had been built, they also joined in the merry ritual, but waited, as earnest worshippers should, for the disclosure of some holier shrine of joy." - Chapter IX Lucy As a Work of Art - "A few days after the engagement was announced Mrs. Honeychurch made Lucy and her Fiasco come to a little garden-party in the neighbourhood,\nfor naturally she wanted to show people that her daughter was marrying a presentable man.\n\nCecil was more than presentable; he looked distinguished, and it was very pleasant to see his slim figure keeping step with Lucy, and his long, fair face responding when Lucy spoke to him. People congratulated Mrs. Honeychurch, which is, I believe, a social blunder, but it pleased her, and she introduced Cecil rather indiscriminately to some stuffy dowagers.\n\nAt tea a misfortune took place: a cup of coffee was upset over Lucy’s figured silk, and though Lucy feigned indifference, her mother feigned nothing of the sort but dragged her indoors to have the frock treated by a sympathetic maid. They were gone some time, and Cecil was left with the dowagers. When they returned he was not as pleasant as he had been.\n\n“Do you go to much of this sort of thing?” he asked when they were driving home.\n\n“Oh, now and then,” said Lucy, who had rather enjoyed herself.\n\n“Is it typical of country society?”\n\n“I suppose so. Mother, would it be?”\n\n“Plenty of society,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, who was trying to remember the hang of one of the dresses.\n\nSeeing that her thoughts were elsewhere, Cecil bent towards Lucy and said:\n\n“To me it seemed perfectly appalling, disastrous, portentous.”\n\n“I am so sorry that you were stranded.”\n\n“Not that, but the congratulations. It is so disgusting, the way an engagement is regarded as public property—a kind of waste place where every outsider may shoot his vulgar sentiment. All those old women smirking!”\n\n“One has to go through it, I suppose. They won’t notice us so much next time.”\n\n“But my point is that their whole attitude is wrong. An engagement—horrid word in the first place—is a private matter, and should be treated as such.”" -- "Yet the smirking old women, however wrong individually, were racially correct. The spirit of the generations had smiled through them,\nrejoicing in the engagement of Cecil and Lucy because it promised the continuance of life on earth. To Cecil and Lucy it promised something quite different—personal love. Hence Cecil’s irritation and Lucy’s belief that his irritation was just.\n\n“How tiresome!” she said. “Couldn’t you have escaped to tennis?”\n\n“I don’t play tennis—at least, not in public. The neighbourhood is deprived of the romance of me being athletic. Such romance as I have is that of the Inglese Italianato.”\n\n“Inglese Italianato?”\n\n“E un diavolo incarnato! You know the proverb?”\n\nShe did not. Nor did it seem applicable to a young man who had spent a quiet winter in Rome with his mother. But Cecil, since his engagement,\nhad taken to affect a cosmopolitan naughtiness which he was far from possessing.\n\n“Well,” said he, “I cannot help it if they do disapprove of me. There are certain irremovable barriers between myself and them, and I must accept them.”\n\n“We all have our limitations, I suppose,” said wise Lucy.\n\n“Sometimes they are forced on us, though,” said Cecil, who saw from her remark that she did not quite understand his position.\n\n“How?”\n\n“It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in,\nor whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?”\n\nShe thought a moment, and agreed that it did make a difference.\n\n“Difference?” cried Mrs. Honeychurch, suddenly alert. “I don’t see any difference. Fences are fences, especially when they are in the same place.”\n\n“We were speaking of motives,” said Cecil, on whom the interruption jarred.\n\n“My dear Cecil, look here.” She spread out her knees and perched her card-case on her lap. “This is me. That’s Windy Corner. The rest of the pattern is the other people. Motives are all very well, but the fence comes here.”\n\n“We weren’t talking of real fences,” said Lucy, laughing.\n\n“Oh, I see, dear—poetry.”\n\nShe leant placidly back. Cecil wondered why Lucy had been amused." -- "“I tell you who has no ‘fences,’ as you call them,” she said, “and that’s Mr. Beebe.”\n\n“A parson fenceless would mean a parson defenceless.”\n\nLucy was slow to follow what people said, but quick enough to detect what they meant. She missed Cecil’s epigram, but grasped the feeling that prompted it.\n\n“Don’t you like Mr. Beebe?” she asked thoughtfully.\n\n“I never said so!” he cried. “I consider him far above the average. I only denied—” And he swept off on the subject of fences again, and was brilliant.\n\n“Now, a clergyman that I do hate,” said she wanting to say something sympathetic, “a clergyman that does have fences, and the most dreadful ones, is Mr. Eager, the English chaplain at Florence. He was truly insincere—not merely the manner unfortunate. He was a snob, and so conceited, and he did say such unkind things.”\n\n“What sort of things?”\n\n“There was an old man at the Bertolini whom he said had murdered his wife.”\n\n“Perhaps he had.”\n\n“No!”\n\n“Why ‘no’?”\n\n“He was such a nice old man, I’m sure.”\n\nCecil laughed at her feminine inconsequence.\n\n“Well, I did try to sift the thing. Mr. Eager would never come to the point. He prefers it vague—said the old man had ‘practically’ murdered his wife—had murdered her in the sight of God.”\n\n“Hush, dear!” said Mrs. Honeychurch absently.\n\n“But isn’t it intolerable that a person whom we’re told to imitate should go round spreading slander? It was, I believe, chiefly owing to him that the old man was dropped. People pretended he was vulgar, but he certainly wasn’t that.”\n\n“Poor old man! What was his name?”\n\n“Harris,” said Lucy glibly.\n\n“Let’s hope that Mrs. Harris there warn’t no sich person,” said her mother.\n\nCecil nodded intelligently.\n\n“Isn’t Mr. Eager a parson of the cultured type?” he asked." +- "Yet the smirking old women, however wrong individually, were racially correct. The spirit of the generations had smiled through them,\nrejoicing in the engagement of Cecil and Lucy because it promised the continuance of life on earth. To Cecil and Lucy it promised something quite different—personal love. Hence Cecil’s irritation and Lucy’s belief that his irritation was just.\n\n“How tiresome!” she said. “Couldn’t you have escaped to tennis?”\n\n“I don’t play tennis—at least, not in public. The neighbourhood is deprived of the romance of me being athletic. Such romance as I have is that of the Inglese Italianato.”\n\n“Inglese Italianato?”\n\n“E un diavolo incarnato! You know the proverb?”\n\nShe did not. Nor did it seem applicable to a young man who had spent a quiet winter in Rome with his mother. But Cecil, since his engagement,\nhad taken to affect a cosmopolitan naughtiness which he was far from possessing.\n\n“Well,” said he, “I cannot help it if they do disapprove of me. There are certain irremovable barriers between myself and them, and I must accept them.”\n\n“We all have our limitations, I suppose,” said wise Lucy.\n\n“Sometimes they are forced on us, though,” said Cecil, who saw from her remark that she did not quite understand his position.\n\n“How?”\n\n“It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in,\nor whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?”\n\nShe thought a moment, and agreed that it did make a difference.\n\n“Difference?” cried Mrs. Honeychurch, suddenly alert. “I don’t see any difference. Fences are fences, especially when they are in the same place.”\n\n“We were speaking of motives,” said Cecil, on whom the interruption jarred.\n\n“My dear Cecil, look here.” She spread out her knees and perched her card-case on her lap. “This is me. That’s Windy Corner. The rest of the pattern is the other people. Motives are all very well, but the fence comes here.”\n\n“We weren’t talking of real fences,” said Lucy, laughing.\n\n“Oh, I see, dear—poetry.”" +- "She leant placidly back. Cecil wondered why Lucy had been amused.\n\n“I tell you who has no ‘fences,’ as you call them,” she said, “and that’s Mr. Beebe.”\n\n“A parson fenceless would mean a parson defenceless.”\n\nLucy was slow to follow what people said, but quick enough to detect what they meant. She missed Cecil’s epigram, but grasped the feeling that prompted it.\n\n“Don’t you like Mr. Beebe?” she asked thoughtfully.\n\n“I never said so!” he cried. “I consider him far above the average. I only denied—” And he swept off on the subject of fences again, and was brilliant.\n\n“Now, a clergyman that I do hate,” said she wanting to say something sympathetic, “a clergyman that does have fences, and the most dreadful ones, is Mr. Eager, the English chaplain at Florence. He was truly insincere—not merely the manner unfortunate. He was a snob, and so conceited, and he did say such unkind things.”\n\n“What sort of things?”\n\n“There was an old man at the Bertolini whom he said had murdered his wife.”\n\n“Perhaps he had.”\n\n“No!”\n\n“Why ‘no’?”\n\n“He was such a nice old man, I’m sure.”\n\nCecil laughed at her feminine inconsequence.\n\n“Well, I did try to sift the thing. Mr. Eager would never come to the point. He prefers it vague—said the old man had ‘practically’ murdered his wife—had murdered her in the sight of God.”\n\n“Hush, dear!” said Mrs. Honeychurch absently.\n\n“But isn’t it intolerable that a person whom we’re told to imitate should go round spreading slander? It was, I believe, chiefly owing to him that the old man was dropped. People pretended he was vulgar, but he certainly wasn’t that.”\n\n“Poor old man! What was his name?”\n\n“Harris,” said Lucy glibly.\n\n“Let’s hope that Mrs. Harris there warn’t no sich person,” said her mother.\n\nCecil nodded intelligently.\n\n“Isn’t Mr. Eager a parson of the cultured type?” he asked." - "“I don’t know. I hate him. I’ve heard him lecture on Giotto. I hate him. Nothing can hide a petty nature. I _hate_ him.”\n\n“My goodness gracious me, child!” said Mrs. Honeychurch. “You’ll blow my head off! Whatever is there to shout over? I forbid you and Cecil to hate any more clergymen.”\n\nHe smiled. There was indeed something rather incongruous in Lucy’s moral outburst over Mr. Eager. It was as if one should see the Leonardo on the ceiling of the Sistine. He longed to hint to her that not here lay her vocation; that a woman’s power and charm reside in mystery, not in muscular rant. But possibly rant is a sign of vitality: it mars the beautiful creature, but shows that she is alive. After a moment, he contemplated her flushed face and excited gestures with a certain approval. He forebore to repress the sources of youth.\n\nNature—simplest of topics, he thought—lay around them. He praised the pine-woods, the deep lasts of bracken, the crimson leaves that spotted the hurt-bushes, the serviceable beauty of the turnpike road. The outdoor world was not very familiar to him, and occasionally he went wrong in a question of fact. Mrs. Honeychurch’s mouth twitched when he spoke of the perpetual green of the larch.\n\n“I count myself a lucky person,” he concluded, “When I’m in London I feel I could never live out of it. When I’m in the country I feel the same about the country. After all, I do believe that birds and trees and the sky are the most wonderful things in life, and that the people who live amongst them must be the best. It’s true that in nine cases out of ten they don’t seem to notice anything. The country gentleman and the country labourer are each in their way the most depressing of companions. Yet they may have a tacit sympathy with the workings of Nature which is denied to us of the town. Do you feel that, Mrs.\nHoneychurch?”\n\nMrs. Honeychurch started and smiled. She had not been attending. Cecil,\nwho was rather crushed on the front seat of the victoria, felt irritable, and determined not to say anything interesting again." - "Lucy had not attended either. Her brow was wrinkled, and she still looked furiously cross—the result, he concluded, of too much moral gymnastics. It was sad to see her thus blind to the beauties of an August wood.\n\n“‘Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height,’” he quoted, and touched her knee with his own.\n\nShe flushed again and said: “What height?”\n\n“‘Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height,\nWhat pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang).\nIn height and in the splendour of the hills?’" - "Let us take Mrs. Honeychurch’s advice and hate clergymen no more.\nWhat’s this place?”\n\n“Summer Street, of course,” said Lucy, and roused herself.\n\nThe woods had opened to leave space for a sloping triangular meadow.\nPretty cottages lined it on two sides, and the upper and third side was occupied by a new stone church, expensively simple, a charming shingled spire. Mr. Beebe’s house was near the church. In height it scarcely exceeded the cottages. Some great mansions were at hand, but they were hidden in the trees. The scene suggested a Swiss Alp rather than the shrine and centre of a leisured world, and was marred only by two ugly little villas—the villas that had competed with Cecil’s engagement,\nhaving been acquired by Sir Harry Otway the very afternoon that Lucy had been acquired by Cecil.\n\n“Cissie” was the name of one of these villas, “Albert” of the other.\nThese titles were not only picked out in shaded Gothic on the garden gates, but appeared a second time on the porches, where they followed the semicircular curve of the entrance arch in block capitals. “Albert”\nwas inhabited. His tortured garden was bright with geraniums and lobelias and polished shells. His little windows were chastely swathed in Nottingham lace. “Cissie” was to let. Three notice-boards, belonging to Dorking agents, lolled on her fence and announced the not surprising fact. Her paths were already weedy; her pocket-handkerchief of a lawn was yellow with dandelions.\n\n“The place is ruined!” said the ladies mechanically. “Summer Street will never be the same again.”\n\nAs the carriage passed, “Cissie’s” door opened, and a gentleman came out of her.\n\n“Stop!” cried Mrs. Honeychurch, touching the coachman with her parasol.\n“Here’s Sir Harry. Now we shall know. Sir Harry, pull those things down at once!”\n\nSir Harry Otway—who need not be described—came to the carriage and said “Mrs. Honeychurch, I meant to. I can’t, I really can’t turn out Miss Flack.”" diff --git a/tests/snapshots/snapshots__room_with_a_view_Tokenizers_trim_false_32.snap b/tests/snapshots/snapshots__room_with_a_view_Tokenizers_trim_false_32.snap index 27b4ac6..6319e1d 100644 --- a/tests/snapshots/snapshots__room_with_a_view_Tokenizers_trim_false_32.snap +++ b/tests/snapshots/snapshots__room_with_a_view_Tokenizers_trim_false_32.snap @@ -1,13 +1,15 @@ --- source: tests/snapshots.rs expression: chunks +snapshot_kind: text --- - "The Project Gutenberg eBook of A Room With A View, by E. M. Forster\n\n" -- "This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. " -- "You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at " -- "www.gutenberg.org. " -- "If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook.\n\n" -- "Title: A Room With A View\n\nAuthor: E. M. Forster\n\n" +- "This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions " +- "whatsoever. " +- "You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or " +- "online at www.gutenberg.org. " +- "If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook" +- ".\n\nTitle: A Room With A View\n\nAuthor: E. M. Forster\n\n" - "Release Date: May, 2001 [eBook #2641]\n[Most recently updated: October 8, 2022]\n\nLanguage: English\n\n\n" - "*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A ROOM WITH A " - "VIEW ***\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nA Room With A View\n\nBy E. M. Forster\n\n\n\n\n" @@ -15,8 +17,8 @@ expression: chunks - " Part One.\n Chapter I. The Bertolini\n Chapter II. In Santa Croce with No Baedeker\n" - " Chapter III. Music, Violets, and the Letter “S”\n Chapter IV. Fourth Chapter\n Chapter V. Possibilities of a Pleasant Outing\n" - " Chapter VI. The Reverend Arthur Beebe, the Reverend Cuthbert Eager, Mr. Emerson, Mr. " -- "George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive Out in Carriages to See a View; Italians Drive Them\n" -- " Chapter VII. They Return\n\n" +- "George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive Out in Carriages to See a View; Italians " +- "Drive Them\n Chapter VII. They Return\n\n" - " Part Two.\n Chapter VIII. Medieval\n Chapter IX. Lucy As a Work of Art\n Chapter X. Cecil as a Humourist\n" - " Chapter XI. In Mrs. Vyse’s Well-Appointed Flat\n Chapter XII. Twelfth Chapter\n" - " Chapter XIII. How Miss Bartlett’s Boiler Was So Tiresome\n Chapter XIV. How Lucy Faced the External Situation Bravely\n" @@ -29,9 +31,9 @@ expression: chunks - "Oh, Lucy!”\n\n" - "“And a Cockney, besides!” said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora’s unexpected accent. " - "“It might be London.” " -- "She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between " -- "the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the " -- "English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.),\n" +- "She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that " +- "ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at " +- "the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.),\n" - "that was the only other decoration of the wall. “Charlotte, don’t you feel, too, that we might be in London? " - "I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one’s being so tired.”\n\n" - "“This meat has surely been used for soup,” said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork.\n\n" @@ -40,16 +42,17 @@ expression: chunks - "“Any nook does for me,” Miss Bartlett continued; “but it does seem hard that you shouldn’t have a view.”\n\n" - "Lucy felt that she had been selfish. “Charlotte, you mustn’t spoil me:\n" - "of course, you must look over the Arno, too. I meant that. " -- "The first vacant room in the front—” “You must have it,” said Miss Bartlett, part of whose travelling expenses were paid by Lucy’s mother" -- "—a piece of generosity to which she made many a tactful allusion.\n\n“No, no. You must have it.”\n\n" -- "“I insist on it. Your mother would never forgive me, Lucy.”\n\n“She would never forgive _me_.”\n\n" +- "The first vacant room in the front—” “You must have it,” said Miss Bartlett, part of whose travelling expenses were paid by " +- "Lucy’s mother—a piece of generosity to which she made many a tactful allusion.\n\n" +- "“No, no. You must have it.”\n\n“I insist on it. Your mother would never forgive me, Lucy.”\n\n" +- "“She would never forgive _me_.”\n\n" - "The ladies’ voices grew animated, and—if the sad truth be owned—a little peevish. " - "They were tired, and under the guise of unselfishness they wrangled. " -- "Some of their neighbours interchanged glances, and one of them—one of the ill-bred people whom one does meet abroad—leant forward over the table " -- "and actually intruded into their argument. He said:\n\n“I have a view, I have a view.”\n\n" +- "Some of their neighbours interchanged glances, and one of them—one of the ill-bred people whom one does meet abroad—leant forward over " +- "the table and actually intruded into their argument. He said:\n\n“I have a view, I have a view.”\n\n" - "Miss Bartlett was startled. " -- "Generally at a pension people looked them over for a day or two before speaking, and often did not find out that they would “do” till they had gone" -- ". She knew that the intruder was ill-bred, even before she glanced at him. " +- "Generally at a pension people looked them over for a day or two before speaking, and often did not find out that they would “do” till they " +- "had gone. She knew that the intruder was ill-bred, even before she glanced at him. " - "He was an old man, of heavy build, with a fair, shaven face and large eyes. " - "There was something childish in those eyes, though it was not the childishness of senility.\n" - "What exactly it was Miss Bartlett did not stop to consider, for her glance passed on to his clothes. These did not attract her. " @@ -58,29 +61,32 @@ expression: chunks - "How delightful a view is!”\n\n" - "“This is my son,” said the old man; “his name’s George. He has a view too.”\n\n" - "“Ah,” said Miss Bartlett, repressing Lucy, who was about to speak.\n\n" -- "“What I mean,” he continued, “is that you can have our rooms, and we’ll have yours. We’ll change.”\n\n" +- "“What I mean,” he continued, “is that you can have our rooms, and we’ll have yours. " +- "We’ll change.”\n\n" - "The better class of tourist was shocked at this, and sympathized with the new-comers. " -- "Miss Bartlett, in reply, opened her mouth as little as possible, and said “Thank you very much indeed; that is out of the question.”\n\n" -- "“Why?” said the old man, with both fists on the table.\n\n“Because it is quite out of the question, thank you.”\n\n" +- "Miss Bartlett, in reply, opened her mouth as little as possible, and said “Thank you very much indeed; that is out of the question." +- "”\n\n“Why?” said the old man, with both fists on the table.\n\n" +- "“Because it is quite out of the question, thank you.”\n\n" - "“You see, we don’t like to take—” began Lucy. Her cousin again repressed her.\n\n" - "“But why?” he persisted. “Women like looking at a view; men don’t.” " - "And he thumped with his fists like a naughty child, and turned to his son,\nsaying, “George, persuade them!”\n\n" - "“It’s so obvious they should have the rooms,” said the son. “There’s nothing else to say.”\n\n" - "He did not look at the ladies as he spoke, but his voice was perplexed and sorrowful. " -- "Lucy, too, was perplexed; but she saw that they were in for what is known as “quite a scene,” and she had an odd " -- "feeling that whenever these ill-bred tourists spoke the contest widened and deepened till it dealt, not with rooms and views, but with—well, with something quite " -- "different, whose existence she had not realized before. Now the old man attacked Miss Bartlett almost violently: Why should she not change? What possible objection had she? " -- "They would clear out in half an hour.\n\n" +- "Lucy, too, was perplexed; but she saw that they were in for what is known as “quite a scene,” and she had " +- "an odd feeling that whenever these ill-bred tourists spoke the contest widened and deepened till it dealt, not with rooms and views, but with—well" +- ", with something quite different, whose existence she had not realized before. Now the old man attacked Miss Bartlett almost violently: Why should she not change? " +- "What possible objection had she? They would clear out in half an hour.\n\n" - "Miss Bartlett, though skilled in the delicacies of conversation, was powerless in the presence of brutality. " - "It was impossible to snub any one so gross. Her face reddened with displeasure. " - "She looked around as much as to say, “Are you all like this?” " -- "And two little old ladies, who were sitting further up the table, with shawls hanging over the backs of the chairs, looked back, clearly indicating “" -- "We are not; we are genteel.”\n\n" +- "And two little old ladies, who were sitting further up the table, with shawls hanging over the backs of the chairs, looked back, clearly " +- "indicating “We are not; we are genteel.”\n\n" - "“Eat your dinner, dear,” she said to Lucy, and began to toy again with the meat that she had once censured.\n\n" - "Lucy mumbled that those seemed very odd people opposite.\n\n" - "“Eat your dinner, dear. This pension is a failure. To-morrow we will make a change.”\n\n" - "Hardly had she announced this fell decision when she reversed it. " -- "The curtains at the end of the room parted, and revealed a clergyman, stout but attractive, who hurried forward to take his place at the table,\n" +- "The curtains at the end of the room parted, and revealed a clergyman, stout but attractive, who hurried forward to take his place at the " +- "table,\n" - "cheerfully apologizing for his lateness. " - "Lucy, who had not yet acquired decency, at once rose to her feet, exclaiming: “Oh, oh! " - "Why, it’s Mr.\nBeebe! Oh, how perfectly lovely! Oh, Charlotte, we must stop now,\n" @@ -90,22 +96,24 @@ expression: chunks - "Peter’s that very cold Easter.”\n\n" - "The clergyman, who had the air of one on a holiday, did not remember the ladies quite as clearly as they remembered him. " - "But he came forward pleasantly enough and accepted the chair into which he was beckoned by Lucy.\n\n" -- "“I _am_ so glad to see you,” said the girl, who was in a state of spiritual starvation, and would have been glad to see " -- "the waiter if her cousin had permitted it. “Just fancy how small the world is. Summer Street, too, makes it so specially funny.”\n\n" -- "“Miss Honeychurch lives in the parish of Summer Street,” said Miss Bartlett, filling up the gap, “and she happened to tell me in the course " -- "of conversation that you have just accepted the living—”\n\n" +- "“I _am_ so glad to see you,” said the girl, who was in a state of spiritual starvation, and would have been glad " +- "to see the waiter if her cousin had permitted it. “Just fancy how small the world is. " +- "Summer Street, too, makes it so specially funny.”\n\n" +- "“Miss Honeychurch lives in the parish of Summer Street,” said Miss Bartlett, filling up the gap, “and she happened to tell me in " +- "the course of conversation that you have just accepted the living—”\n\n" - "“Yes, I heard from mother so last week. " - "She didn’t know that I knew you at Tunbridge Wells; but I wrote back at once, and I said: ‘Mr. " - "Beebe is—’”\n\n" - "“Quite right,” said the clergyman. “I move into the Rectory at Summer Street next June. " - "I am lucky to be appointed to such a charming neighbourhood.”\n\n" - "“Oh, how glad I am! The name of our house is Windy Corner.” Mr. Beebe bowed.\n\n" -- "“There is mother and me generally, and my brother, though it’s not often we get him to ch—— The church is rather far off, " -- "I mean.”\n\n“Lucy, dearest, let Mr. Beebe eat his dinner.”\n\n" +- "“There is mother and me generally, and my brother, though it’s not often we get him to ch—— The church is rather far " +- "off, I mean.”\n\n“Lucy, dearest, let Mr. Beebe eat his dinner.”\n\n" - "“I am eating it, thank you, and enjoying it.”\n\n" - "He preferred to talk to Lucy, whose playing he remembered, rather than to Miss Bartlett, who probably remembered his sermons. " - "He asked the girl whether she knew Florence well, and was informed at some length that she had never been there before. " -- "It is delightful to advise a newcomer, and he was first in the field. “Don’t neglect the country round,” his advice concluded. " +- "It is delightful to advise a newcomer, and he was first in the field. " +- "“Don’t neglect the country round,” his advice concluded. " - "“The first fine afternoon drive up to Fiesole, and round by Settignano, or something of that sort.”\n\n" - "“No!” cried a voice from the top of the table. “Mr. Beebe, you are wrong. " - "The first fine afternoon your ladies must go to Prato.”\n\n" @@ -114,27 +122,30 @@ expression: chunks - "People told them what to see, when to see it, how to stop the electric trams,\n" - "how to get rid of the beggars, how much to give for a vellum blotter,\n" - "how much the place would grow upon them. The Pension Bertolini had decided, almost enthusiastically, that they would do. " -- "Whichever way they looked, kind ladies smiled and shouted at them. And above all rose the voice of the clever lady, crying: “Prato! " -- "They must go to Prato.\n" +- "Whichever way they looked, kind ladies smiled and shouted at them. " +- "And above all rose the voice of the clever lady, crying: “Prato! They must go to Prato.\n" - "That place is too sweetly squalid for words. " - "I love it; I revel in shaking off the trammels of respectability, as you know.”\n\n" - "The young man named George glanced at the clever lady, and then returned moodily to his plate. Obviously he and his father did not do.\n" - "Lucy, in the midst of her success, found time to wish they did. " -- "It gave her no extra pleasure that any one should be left in the cold; and when she rose to go, she turned back and gave the two outsiders " -- "a nervous little bow.\n\n" +- "It gave her no extra pleasure that any one should be left in the cold; and when she rose to go, she turned back and gave the two " +- "outsiders a nervous little bow.\n\n" - "The father did not see it; the son acknowledged it, not by another bow,\n" - "but by raising his eyebrows and smiling; he seemed to be smiling across something.\n\n" -- "She hastened after her cousin, who had already disappeared through the curtains—curtains which smote one in the face, and seemed heavy with more than cloth" -- ". Beyond them stood the unreliable Signora, bowing good-evening to her guests, and supported by ’Enery, her little boy,\n" -- "and Victorier, her daughter. It made a curious little scene, this attempt of the Cockney to convey the grace and geniality of the South.\n" +- "She hastened after her cousin, who had already disappeared through the curtains—curtains which smote one in the face, and seemed heavy with more " +- "than cloth. " +- "Beyond them stood the unreliable Signora, bowing good-evening to her guests, and supported by ’Enery, her little boy,\n" +- "and Victorier, her daughter. " +- "It made a curious little scene, this attempt of the Cockney to convey the grace and geniality of the South.\n" - "And even more curious was the drawing-room, which attempted to rival the solid comfort of a Bloomsbury boarding-house. Was this really Italy?\n\n" -- "Miss Bartlett was already seated on a tightly stuffed arm-chair, which had the colour and the contours of a tomato. She was talking to Mr.\n" -- "Beebe, and as she spoke, her long narrow head drove backwards and forwards, slowly, regularly, as though she were demolishing some invisible obstacle. " -- "“We are most grateful to you,” she was saying. “The first evening means so much. " +- "Miss Bartlett was already seated on a tightly stuffed arm-chair, which had the colour and the contours of a tomato. " +- "She was talking to Mr.\n" +- "Beebe, and as she spoke, her long narrow head drove backwards and forwards, slowly, regularly, as though she were demolishing some invisible obstacle" +- ". “We are most grateful to you,” she was saying. “The first evening means so much. " - "When you arrived we were in for a peculiarly _mauvais quart d’heure_.”\n\nHe expressed his regret.\n\n" - "“Do you, by any chance, know the name of an old man who sat opposite us at dinner?”\n\n“Emerson.”\n\n" -- "“Is he a friend of yours?”\n\n“We are friendly—as one is in pensions.”\n\n“Then I will say no more.”\n\n" -- "He pressed her very slightly, and she said more.\n\n" +- "“Is he a friend of yours?”\n\n“We are friendly—as one is in pensions.”\n\n" +- "“Then I will say no more.”\n\nHe pressed her very slightly, and she said more.\n\n" - "“I am, as it were,” she concluded, “the chaperon of my young cousin,\n" - "Lucy, and it would be a serious thing if I put her under an obligation to people of whom we know nothing. His manner was somewhat unfortunate.\n" - "I hope I acted for the best.”\n\n" @@ -150,9 +161,10 @@ expression: chunks - "Lucy was pleased, and said: “I was hoping that he was nice; I do so always hope that people will be nice.”\n\n" - "“I think he is; nice and tiresome. " - "I differ from him on almost every point of any importance, and so, I expect—I may say I hope—you will differ. " -- "But his is a type one disagrees with rather than deplores. When he first came here he not unnaturally put people’s backs up. " -- "He has no tact and no manners—I don’t mean by that that he has bad manners—and he will not keep his opinions to himself. " -- "We nearly complained about him to our depressing Signora, but I am glad to say we thought better of it.”\n\n" +- "But his is a type one disagrees with rather than deplores. " +- "When he first came here he not unnaturally put people’s backs up. " +- "He has no tact and no manners—I don’t mean by that that he has bad manners—and he will not keep his opinions to " +- "himself. We nearly complained about him to our depressing Signora, but I am glad to say we thought better of it.”\n\n" - "“Am I to conclude,” said Miss Bartlett, “that he is a Socialist?”\n\n" - "Mr. Beebe accepted the convenient word, not without a slight twitching of the lips.\n\n" - "“And presumably he has brought up his son to be a Socialist, too?”\n\n" @@ -175,30 +187,32 @@ expression: chunks - "There was a haze of disapproval in the air, but whether the disapproval was of herself, or of Mr. " - "Beebe, or of the fashionable world at Windy Corner, or of the narrow world at Tunbridge Wells, she could not determine. " - "She tried to locate it, but as usual she blundered. " -- "Miss Bartlett sedulously denied disapproving of any one, and added “I am afraid you are finding me a very depressing companion.”\n\n" +- "Miss Bartlett sedulously denied disapproving of any one, and added “I am afraid you are finding me a very depressing companion" +- ".”\n\n" - "And the girl again thought: “I must have been selfish or unkind; I must be more careful. " - "It is so dreadful for Charlotte, being poor.”\n\n" -- "Fortunately one of the little old ladies, who for some time had been smiling very benignly, now approached and asked if she might be allowed to sit where " -- "Mr. Beebe had sat. " -- "Permission granted, she began to chatter gently about Italy, the plunge it had been to come there, the gratifying success of the " -- "plunge, the improvement in her sister’s health, the necessity of closing the bed-room windows at night, and of thoroughly emptying the water" -- "-bottles in the morning. " -- "She handled her subjects agreeably, and they were, perhaps, more worthy of attention than the high discourse upon Guelfs and Ghibellines which was " -- "proceeding tempestuously at the other end of the room. " -- "It was a real catastrophe, not a mere episode, that evening of hers at Venice, when she had found in her bedroom something that is one worse " -- "than a flea,\nthough one better than something else.\n\n" +- "Fortunately one of the little old ladies, who for some time had been smiling very benignly, now approached and asked if she might be allowed to " +- "sit where Mr. Beebe had sat. " +- "Permission granted, she began to chatter gently about Italy, the plunge it had been to come there, the gratifying success of " +- "the plunge, the improvement in her sister’s health, the necessity of closing the bed-room windows at night, and of thoroughly " +- "emptying the water-bottles in the morning. " +- "She handled her subjects agreeably, and they were, perhaps, more worthy of attention than the high discourse upon Guelfs and Ghibellines " +- "which was proceeding tempestuously at the other end of the room. " +- "It was a real catastrophe, not a mere episode, that evening of hers at Venice, when she had found in her bedroom something that is " +- "one worse than a flea,\nthough one better than something else.\n\n" - "“But here you are as safe as in England. Signora Bertolini is so English.”\n\n" - "“Yet our rooms smell,” said poor Lucy. “We dread going to bed.”\n\n" - "“Ah, then you look into the court.” She sighed. “If only Mr. Emerson was more tactful! " - "We were so sorry for you at dinner.”\n\n“I think he was meaning to be kind.”\n\n" - "“Undoubtedly he was,” said Miss Bartlett.\n\n" -- "“Mr. Beebe has just been scolding me for my suspicious nature. Of course, I was holding back on my cousin’s account.”\n\n" +- "“Mr. Beebe has just been scolding me for my suspicious nature. " +- "Of course, I was holding back on my cousin’s account.”\n\n" - "“Of course,” said the little old lady; and they murmured that one could not be too careful with a young girl.\n\n" - "Lucy tried to look demure, but could not help feeling a great fool. " - "No one was careful with her at home; or, at all events, she had not noticed it.\n\n" - "“About old Mr. Emerson—I hardly know. " -- "No, he is not tactful; yet, have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet " -- "at the same time—beautiful?”\n\n" +- "No, he is not tactful; yet, have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, " +- "and yet at the same time—beautiful?”\n\n" - "“Beautiful?” said Miss Bartlett, puzzled at the word. “Are not beauty and delicacy the same?”\n\n" - "“So one would have thought,” said the other helplessly. “But things are so difficult, I sometimes think.”\n\n" - "She proceeded no further into things, for Mr. Beebe reappeared, looking extremely pleasant.\n\n" @@ -207,17 +221,19 @@ expression: chunks - "He has let me come and ask you. He would be so pleased.”\n\n" - "“Oh, Charlotte,” cried Lucy to her cousin, “we must have the rooms now.\n" - "The old man is just as nice and kind as he can be.”\n\nMiss Bartlett was silent.\n\n" -- "“I fear,” said Mr. Beebe, after a pause, “that I have been officious. I must apologize for my interference.”\n\n" +- "“I fear,” said Mr. Beebe, after a pause, “that I have been officious. " +- "I must apologize for my interference.”\n\n" - "Gravely displeased, he turned to go. " - "Not till then did Miss Bartlett reply: “My own wishes, dearest Lucy, are unimportant in comparison with yours. " - "It would be hard indeed if I stopped you doing as you liked at Florence, when I am only here through your kindness. " - "If you wish me to turn these gentlemen out of their rooms, I will do it. Would you then,\n" - "Mr. Beebe, kindly tell Mr. " - "Emerson that I accept his kind offer, and then conduct him to me, in order that I may thank him personally?”\n\n" -- "She raised her voice as she spoke; it was heard all over the drawing-room, and silenced the Guelfs and the Ghibellines. " -- "The clergyman, inwardly cursing the female sex, bowed, and departed with her message.\n\n" -- "“Remember, Lucy, I alone am implicated in this. I do not wish the acceptance to come from you. Grant me that, at all events.”\n\n" -- "Mr. Beebe was back, saying rather nervously:\n\n“Mr. Emerson is engaged, but here is his son instead.”\n\n" +- "She raised her voice as she spoke; it was heard all over the drawing-room, and silenced the Guelfs and the " +- "Ghibellines. The clergyman, inwardly cursing the female sex, bowed, and departed with her message.\n\n" +- "“Remember, Lucy, I alone am implicated in this. I do not wish the acceptance to come from you. " +- "Grant me that, at all events.”\n\nMr. Beebe was back, saying rather nervously:\n\n" +- "“Mr. Emerson is engaged, but here is his son instead.”\n\n" - "The young man gazed down on the three ladies, who felt seated on the floor, so low were their chairs.\n\n" - "“My father,” he said, “is in his bath, so you cannot thank him personally. " - "But any message given by you to me will be given by me to him as soon as he comes out.”\n\n" @@ -228,8 +244,8 @@ expression: chunks - "“In half an hour or so your rooms will be ready,” said Mr. Beebe. " - "Then looking rather thoughtfully at the two cousins, he retired to his own rooms, to write up his philosophic diary.\n\n" - "“Oh, dear!” breathed the little old lady, and shuddered as if all the winds of heaven had entered the apartment. " -- "“Gentlemen sometimes do not realize—” Her voice faded away, but Miss Bartlett seemed to understand and a conversation developed, in which gentlemen who did not thoroughly realize " -- "played a principal part. Lucy, not realizing either, was reduced to literature. Taking up Baedeker’s Handbook to Northern Italy,\n" +- "“Gentlemen sometimes do not realize—” Her voice faded away, but Miss Bartlett seemed to understand and a conversation developed, in which gentlemen who did not " +- "thoroughly realize played a principal part. Lucy, not realizing either, was reduced to literature. Taking up Baedeker’s Handbook to Northern Italy,\n" - "she committed to memory the most important dates of Florentine History.\n" - "For she was determined to enjoy herself on the morrow. " - "Thus the half-hour crept profitably away, and at last Miss Bartlett rose with a sigh, and said:\n\n" @@ -249,13 +265,13 @@ expression: chunks - "Beebe is a guarantee of a sort that they will not presume on this.”\n\n" - "“Mother wouldn’t mind I’m sure,” said Lucy, but again had the sense of larger and unsuspected issues.\n\n" - "Miss Bartlett only sighed, and enveloped her in a protecting embrace as she wished her good-night. " -- "It gave Lucy the sensation of a fog, and when she reached her own room she opened the window and breathed the clean night air, thinking of the kind old " -- "man who had enabled her to see the lights dancing in the Arno and the cypresses of San Miniato,\n" +- "It gave Lucy the sensation of a fog, and when she reached her own room she opened the window and breathed the clean night air, thinking of the " +- "kind old man who had enabled her to see the lights dancing in the Arno and the cypresses of San Miniato,\n" - "and the foot-hills of the Apennines, black against the rising moon.\n\n" -- "Miss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the cupboards " -- "led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances. " -- "It was then that she saw, pinned up over the washstand, a sheet of paper on which was scrawled an enormous note of interrogation. " -- "Nothing more.\n\n" +- "Miss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the " +- "cupboards led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances. " +- "It was then that she saw, pinned up over the washstand, a sheet of paper on which was scrawled an enormous note of interrogation" +- ". Nothing more.\n\n" - "“What does it mean?” she thought, and she examined it carefully by the light of a candle. " - "Meaningless at first, it gradually became menacing,\n" - "obnoxious, portentous with evil. " @@ -264,25 +280,26 @@ expression: chunks - "So she unpinned it carefully, and put it between two pieces of blotting-paper to keep it clean for him. " - "Then she completed her inspection of the room, sighed heavily according to her habit, and went to bed.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter II In Santa Croce with No Baedeker\n\n\n" -- "It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not" -- "; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. " +- "It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they " +- "are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. " - "It was pleasant, too,\n" -- "to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, " -- "and close below, the Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.\n\n" -- "Over the river men were at work with spades and sieves on the sandy foreshore, and on the river was a boat, also diligently employed " -- "for some mysterious end. An electric tram came rushing underneath the window. " +- "to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches " +- "opposite, and close below, the Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.\n\n" +- "Over the river men were at work with spades and sieves on the sandy foreshore, and on the river was a boat, also " +- "diligently employed for some mysterious end. An electric tram came rushing underneath the window. " - "No one was inside it, except one tourist; but its platforms were overflowing with Italians, who preferred to stand. " - "Children tried to hang on behind, and the conductor, with no malice, spat in their faces to make them let go. " - "Then soldiers appeared—good-looking,\n" -- "undersized men—wearing each a knapsack covered with mangy fur, and a great-coat which had been cut for some larger soldier. " -- "Beside them walked officers, looking foolish and fierce, and before them went little boys, turning somersaults in time with the band. " +- "undersized men—wearing each a knapsack covered with mangy fur, and a great-coat which had been cut for some larger " +- "soldier. Beside them walked officers, looking foolish and fierce, and before them went little boys, turning somersaults in time with the band. " - "The tramcar became entangled in their ranks, and moved on painfully, like a caterpillar in a swarm of ants. " - "One of the little boys fell down, and some white bullocks came out of an archway. " - "Indeed, if it had not been for the good advice of an old man who was selling button-hooks, the road might never have got clear.\n\n" -- "Over such trivialities as these many a valuable hour may slip away, and the traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values of " -- "Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under it. " -- "So it was as well that Miss Bartlett should tap and come in, and having commented on Lucy’s leaving the door unlocked, and on her leaning out of " -- "the window before she was fully dressed, should urge her to hasten herself, or the best of the day would be gone. " +- "Over such trivialities as these many a valuable hour may slip away, and the traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values " +- "of Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under it" +- ". " +- "So it was as well that Miss Bartlett should tap and come in, and having commented on Lucy’s leaving the door unlocked, and on her leaning " +- "out of the window before she was fully dressed, should urge her to hasten herself, or the best of the day would be gone. " - "By the time Lucy was ready her cousin had done her breakfast, and was listening to the clever lady among the crumbs.\n\n" - "A conversation then ensued, on not unfamiliar lines. Miss Bartlett was,\n" - "after all, a wee bit tired, and thought they had better spend the morning settling in; unless Lucy would at all like to go out? " @@ -292,11 +309,12 @@ expression: chunks - "At this point the clever lady broke in.\n\n" - "“If it is Mrs. Grundy who is troubling you, I do assure you that you can neglect the good person. " - "Being English, Miss Honeychurch will be perfectly safe. Italians understand. " -- "A dear friend of mine, Contessa Baroncelli, has two daughters, and when she cannot send a maid to school with them, she lets them " -- "go in sailor-hats instead. Every one takes them for English, you see, especially if their hair is strained tightly behind.”\n\n" +- "A dear friend of mine, Contessa Baroncelli, has two daughters, and when she cannot send a maid to school with them, she " +- "lets them go in sailor-hats instead. Every one takes them for English, you see, especially if their hair is strained tightly behind.”\n\n" - "Miss Bartlett was unconvinced by the safety of Contessa Baroncelli’s daughters. " - "She was determined to take Lucy herself, her head not being so very bad. " -- "The clever lady then said that she was going to spend a long morning in Santa Croce, and if Lucy would come too, she would be delighted.\n\n" +- "The clever lady then said that she was going to spend a long morning in Santa Croce, and if Lucy would come too, she would be " +- "delighted.\n\n" - "“I will take you by a dear dirty back way, Miss Honeychurch, and if you bring me luck, we shall have an adventure.”\n\n" - "Lucy said that this was most kind, and at once opened the Baedeker, to see where Santa Croce was.\n\n" - "“Tut, tut! Miss Lucy! I hope we shall soon emancipate you from Baedeker. " @@ -312,13 +330,13 @@ expression: chunks - "Then Miss Lavish darted under the archway of the white bullocks, and she stopped, and she cried:\n\n" - "“A smell! a true Florentine smell! Every city, let me teach you, has its own smell.”\n\n" - "“Is it a very nice smell?” said Lucy, who had inherited from her mother a distaste to dirt.\n\n" -- "“One doesn’t come to Italy for niceness,” was the retort; “one comes for life. Buon giorno! " -- "Buon giorno!” bowing right and left. “Look at that adorable wine-cart! " +- "“One doesn’t come to Italy for niceness,” was the retort; “one comes for life. " +- "Buon giorno! Buon giorno!” bowing right and left. “Look at that adorable wine-cart! " - "How the driver stares at us, dear, simple soul!”\n\n" - "So Miss Lavish proceeded through the streets of the city of Florence,\n" - "short, fidgety, and playful as a kitten, though without a kitten’s grace. " -- "It was a treat for the girl to be with any one so clever and so cheerful; and a blue military cloak, such as an Italian officer wears,\n" -- "only increased the sense of festivity.\n\n" +- "It was a treat for the girl to be with any one so clever and so cheerful; and a blue military cloak, such as an Italian officer wears" +- ",\nonly increased the sense of festivity.\n\n" - "“Buon giorno! " - "Take the word of an old woman, Miss Lucy: you will never repent of a little civility to your inferiors. " - "_That_ is the true democracy. Though I am a real Radical as well. There, now you’re shocked.”\n\n" @@ -326,8 +344,8 @@ expression: chunks - "My father always voted for Mr. Gladstone, until he was so dreadful about Ireland.”\n\n" - "“I see, I see. And now you have gone over to the enemy.”\n\n" - "“Oh, please—! If my father was alive, I am sure he would vote Radical again now that Ireland is all right. " -- "And as it is, the glass over our front door was broken last election, and Freddy is sure it was the Tories; but mother says nonsense, a " -- "tramp.”\n\n“Shameful! A manufacturing district, I suppose?”\n\n" +- "And as it is, the glass over our front door was broken last election, and Freddy is sure it was the Tories; but mother says nonsense" +- ", a tramp.”\n\n“Shameful! A manufacturing district, I suppose?”\n\n" - "“No—in the Surrey hills. About five miles from Dorking, looking over the Weald.”\n\n" - "Miss Lavish seemed interested, and slackened her trot.\n\n" - "“What a delightful part; I know it so well. It is full of the very nicest people. " @@ -337,8 +355,8 @@ expression: chunks - "“Hardly any,” said Lucy, fearful of being thought a snob. " - "“Only thirty acres—just the garden, all downhill, and some fields.”\n\n" - "Miss Lavish was not disgusted, and said it was just the size of her aunt’s Suffolk estate. Italy receded. " -- "They tried to remember the last name of Lady Louisa someone, who had taken a house near Summer Street the other year, but she had not liked it, which " -- "was odd of her. And just as Miss Lavish had got the name, she broke off and exclaimed:\n\n" +- "They tried to remember the last name of Lady Louisa someone, who had taken a house near Summer Street the other year, but she had not liked it" +- ", which was odd of her. And just as Miss Lavish had got the name, she broke off and exclaimed:\n\n" - "“Bless us! Bless us and save us! We’ve lost the way.”\n\n" - "Certainly they had seemed a long time in reaching Santa Croce, the tower of which had been plainly visible from the landing window. " - "But Miss Lavish had said so much about knowing her Florence by heart, that Lucy had followed her with no misgivings.\n\n" @@ -350,32 +368,36 @@ expression: chunks - "And no, you are not, not, _not_ to look at your Baedeker. " - "Give it to me; I shan’t let you carry it. We will simply drift.”\n\n" - "Accordingly they drifted through a series of those grey-brown streets,\n" -- "neither commodious nor picturesque, in which the eastern quarter of the city abounds. Lucy soon lost interest in the discontent of Lady Louisa,\n" +- "neither commodious nor picturesque, in which the eastern quarter of the city abounds. " +- "Lucy soon lost interest in the discontent of Lady Louisa,\n" - "and became discontented herself. For one ravishing moment Italy appeared. " -- She stood in the Square of the Annunziata and saw in the living terra-cotta those divine babies whom no cheap reproduction can ever stale -- ". There they stood, with their shining limbs bursting from the garments of charity, and their strong white arms extended against circlets of heaven. " -- "Lucy thought she had never seen anything more beautiful; but Miss Lavish, with a shriek of dismay, dragged her forward, declaring that they were " -- "out of their path now by at least a mile.\n\n" -- "The hour was approaching at which the continental breakfast begins, or rather ceases, to tell, and the ladies bought some hot chestnut paste out of a little shop" -- ", because it looked so typical. It tasted partly of the paper in which it was wrapped, partly of hair oil, partly of the great unknown. " +- "She stood in the Square of the Annunziata and saw in the living terra-cotta those divine babies whom no cheap reproduction can ever " +- "stale. There they stood, with their shining limbs bursting from the garments of charity, and their strong white arms extended against circlets of heaven. " +- "Lucy thought she had never seen anything more beautiful; but Miss Lavish, with a shriek of dismay, dragged her forward, declaring that " +- "they were out of their path now by at least a mile.\n\n" +- "The hour was approaching at which the continental breakfast begins, or rather ceases, to tell, and the ladies bought some hot chestnut paste out of a " +- "little shop, because it looked so typical. " +- "It tasted partly of the paper in which it was wrapped, partly of hair oil, partly of the great unknown. " - "But it gave them strength to drift into another Piazza,\n" - "large and dusty, on the farther side of which rose a black-and-white façade of surpassing ugliness. " - "Miss Lavish spoke to it dramatically. It was Santa Croce. The adventure was over.\n\n" -- "“Stop a minute; let those two people go on, or I shall have to speak to them. I do detest conventional intercourse. Nasty! " -- "they are going into the church, too. Oh, the Britisher abroad!”\n\n" +- "“Stop a minute; let those two people go on, or I shall have to speak to them. I do detest conventional intercourse. " +- "Nasty! they are going into the church, too. Oh, the Britisher abroad!”\n\n" - "“We sat opposite them at dinner last night. They have given us their rooms. They were so very kind.”\n\n" - "“Look at their figures!” laughed Miss Lavish. “They walk through my Italy like a pair of cows. " -- "It’s very naughty of me, but I would like to set an examination paper at Dover, and turn back every tourist who couldn’t pass it" -- ".”\n\n“What would you ask us?”\n\n" -- "Miss Lavish laid her hand pleasantly on Lucy’s arm, as if to suggest that she, at all events, would get full marks. " -- "In this exalted mood they reached the steps of the great church, and were about to enter it when Miss Lavish stopped, squeaked, " -- "flung up her arms, and cried:\n\n“There goes my local-colour box! I must have a word with him!”\n\n" -- "And in a moment she was away over the Piazza, her military cloak flapping in the wind; nor did she slacken speed till she caught up an " -- "old man with white whiskers, and nipped him playfully upon the arm.\n\n" +- "It’s very naughty of me, but I would like to set an examination paper at Dover, and turn back every tourist who couldn’t " +- "pass it.”\n\n“What would you ask us?”\n\n" +- "Miss Lavish laid her hand pleasantly on Lucy’s arm, as if to suggest that she, at all events, would get full marks" +- ". " +- "In this exalted mood they reached the steps of the great church, and were about to enter it when Miss Lavish stopped, " +- "squeaked, flung up her arms, and cried:\n\n“There goes my local-colour box! I must have a word with him!”\n\n" +- "And in a moment she was away over the Piazza, her military cloak flapping in the wind; nor did she slacken speed till she caught " +- "up an old man with white whiskers, and nipped him playfully upon the arm.\n\n" - "Lucy waited for nearly ten minutes. Then she began to get tired. " - "The beggars worried her, the dust blew in her eyes, and she remembered that a young girl ought not to loiter in public places. " - "She descended slowly into the Piazza with the intention of rejoining Miss Lavish, who was really almost too original. " -- "But at that moment Miss Lavish and her local-colour box moved also, and disappeared down a side street, both gesticulating largely. " +- "But at that moment Miss Lavish and her local-colour box moved also, and disappeared down a side street, both gesticulating largely" +- ". " - "Tears of indignation came to Lucy’s eyes partly because Miss Lavish had jilted her, partly because she had taken her " - "Baedeker. How could she find her way home? How could she find her way about in Santa Croce? " - "Her first morning was ruined, and she might never be in Florence again. A few minutes ago she had been all high spirits,\n" @@ -383,50 +405,54 @@ expression: chunks - "Now she entered the church depressed and humiliated, not even able to remember whether it was built by the Franciscans or the Dominicans. " - "Of course, it must be a wonderful building. But how like a barn! And how very cold! " - "Of course, it contained frescoes by Giotto, in the presence of whose tactile values she was capable of feeling what was proper. " -- "But who was to tell her which they were? She walked about disdainfully, unwilling to be enthusiastic over monuments of uncertain authorship or date. " -- "There was no one even to tell her which, of all the sepulchral slabs that paved the nave and transepts, was the one " -- "that was really beautiful, the one that had been most praised by Mr. Ruskin.\n\n" +- "But who was to tell her which they were? " +- "She walked about disdainfully, unwilling to be enthusiastic over monuments of uncertain authorship or date. " +- "There was no one even to tell her which, of all the sepulchral slabs that paved the nave and transepts, was " +- "the one that was really beautiful, the one that had been most praised by Mr. Ruskin.\n\n" - "Then the pernicious charm of Italy worked on her, and, instead of acquiring information, she began to be happy. " -- "She puzzled out the Italian notices—the notices that forbade people to introduce dogs into the church—the notice that prayed people, in the interest of health " -- "and out of respect to the sacred edifice in which they found themselves,\n" +- "She puzzled out the Italian notices—the notices that forbade people to introduce dogs into the church—the notice that prayed people, in the interest " +- "of health and out of respect to the sacred edifice in which they found themselves,\n" - "not to spit. She watched the tourists; their noses were as red as their Baedekers, so cold was Santa Croce. " -- "She beheld the horrible fate that overtook three Papists—two he-babies and a she-baby—who began their career by sousing each " -- "other with the Holy Water, and then proceeded to the Machiavelli memorial, dripping but hallowed. " -- "Advancing towards it very slowly and from immense distances, they touched the stone with their fingers, with their handkerchiefs, with their heads, and then retreated" -- ". What could this mean? They did it again and again. " +- "She beheld the horrible fate that overtook three Papists—two he-babies and a she-baby—who began their career by " +- "sousing each other with the Holy Water, and then proceeded to the Machiavelli memorial, dripping but hallowed. " +- "Advancing towards it very slowly and from immense distances, they touched the stone with their fingers, with their handkerchiefs, with their heads, and " +- "then retreated. What could this mean? They did it again and again. " - "Then Lucy realized that they had mistaken Machiavelli for some saint, hoping to acquire virtue. Punishment followed quickly. " - "The smallest he-baby stumbled over one of the sepulchral slabs so much admired by Mr.\n" - "Ruskin, and entangled his feet in the features of a recumbent bishop.\n" - "Protestant as she was, Lucy darted forward. She was too late. He fell heavily upon the prelate’s upturned toes.\n\n" - "“Hateful bishop!” exclaimed the voice of old Mr. Emerson, who had darted forward also. “Hard in life, hard in death. " -- "Go out into the sunshine, little boy, and kiss your hand to the sun, for that is where you ought to be. Intolerable bishop!”\n\n" -- "The child screamed frantically at these words, and at these dreadful people who picked him up, dusted him, rubbed his bruises, and told him not to be " -- "superstitious.\n\n" +- "Go out into the sunshine, little boy, and kiss your hand to the sun, for that is where you ought to be. " +- "Intolerable bishop!”\n\n" +- "The child screamed frantically at these words, and at these dreadful people who picked him up, dusted him, rubbed his bruises, and told him not " +- "to be superstitious.\n\n" - "“Look at him!” said Mr. Emerson to Lucy. “Here’s a mess: a baby hurt,\n" - "cold, and frightened! But what else can you expect from a church?”\n\n" - "The child’s legs had become as melting wax. Each time that old Mr.\n" -- "Emerson and Lucy set it erect it collapsed with a roar. Fortunately an Italian lady, who ought to have been saying her prayers, came to the rescue. " -- "By some mysterious virtue, which mothers alone possess, she stiffened the little boy’s back-bone and imparted strength to his knees. He stood. " -- "Still gibbering with agitation, he walked away.\n\n" +- "Emerson and Lucy set it erect it collapsed with a roar. " +- "Fortunately an Italian lady, who ought to have been saying her prayers, came to the rescue. " +- "By some mysterious virtue, which mothers alone possess, she stiffened the little boy’s back-bone and imparted strength to his knees. " +- "He stood. Still gibbering with agitation, he walked away.\n\n" - "“You are a clever woman,” said Mr. Emerson. “You have done more than all the relics in the world. " -- "I am not of your creed, but I do believe in those who make their fellow-creatures happy. There is no scheme of the universe—”\n\n" -- "He paused for a phrase.\n\n“Niente,” said the Italian lady, and returned to her prayers.\n\n" -- "“I’m not sure she understands English,” suggested Lucy.\n\n" +- "I am not of your creed, but I do believe in those who make their fellow-creatures happy. " +- "There is no scheme of the universe—”\n\nHe paused for a phrase.\n\n" +- "“Niente,” said the Italian lady, and returned to her prayers.\n\n“I’m not sure she understands English,” suggested Lucy.\n\n" - "In her chastened mood she no longer despised the Emersons. " - "She was determined to be gracious to them, beautiful rather than delicate, and,\n" - "if possible, to erase Miss Bartlett’s civility by some gracious reference to the pleasant rooms.\n\n" - "“That woman understands everything,” was Mr. Emerson’s reply. “But what are you doing here? Are you doing the church? " - "Are you through with the church?”\n\n" - "“No,” cried Lucy, remembering her grievance. " -- "“I came here with Miss Lavish, who was to explain everything; and just by the door—it is too bad!—she simply ran away" -- ", and after waiting quite a time, I had to come in by myself.”\n\n“Why shouldn’t you?” said Mr. Emerson.\n\n" +- "“I came here with Miss Lavish, who was to explain everything; and just by the door—it is too bad!—she simply " +- "ran away, and after waiting quite a time, I had to come in by myself.”\n\n" +- "“Why shouldn’t you?” said Mr. Emerson.\n\n" - "“Yes, why shouldn’t you come by yourself?” said the son, addressing the young lady for the first time.\n\n" - "“But Miss Lavish has even taken away Baedeker.”\n\n" - "“Baedeker?” said Mr. Emerson. “I’m glad it’s _that_ you minded. " - "It’s worth minding, the loss of a Baedeker. _That’s_ worth minding.”\n\n" - "Lucy was puzzled. She was again conscious of some new idea, and was not sure whither it would lead her.\n\n" -- "“If you’ve no Baedeker,” said the son, “you’d better join us.” Was this where the idea would lead? " -- "She took refuge in her dignity.\n\n" +- "“If you’ve no Baedeker,” said the son, “you’d better join us.” " +- "Was this where the idea would lead? She took refuge in her dignity.\n\n" - "“Thank you very much, but I could not think of that. I hope you do not suppose that I came to join on to you. " - "I really came to help with the child, and to thank you for so kindly giving us your rooms last night.\n" - "I hope that you have not been put to any great inconvenience.”\n\n" @@ -435,20 +461,21 @@ expression: chunks - "but you are not really. Stop being so tiresome, and tell me instead what part of the church you want to see. " - "To take you to it will be a real pleasure.”\n\n" - "Now, this was abominably impertinent, and she ought to have been furious. " -- "But it is sometimes as difficult to lose one’s temper as it is difficult at other times to keep it. Lucy could not get cross. Mr.\n" +- "But it is sometimes as difficult to lose one’s temper as it is difficult at other times to keep it. Lucy could not get cross. " +- "Mr.\n" - "Emerson was an old man, and surely a girl might humour him. " -- "On the other hand, his son was a young man, and she felt that a girl ought to be offended with him, or at all events be offended before " -- "him. It was at him that she gazed before replying.\n\n" +- "On the other hand, his son was a young man, and she felt that a girl ought to be offended with him, or at all events be " +- "offended before him. It was at him that she gazed before replying.\n\n" - "“I am not touchy, I hope. " - "It is the Giottos that I want to see, if you will kindly tell me which they are.”\n\n" -- "The son nodded. With a look of sombre satisfaction, he led the way to the Peruzzi Chapel. There was a hint of the teacher about him. " -- "She felt like a child in school who had answered a question rightly.\n\n" -- "The chapel was already filled with an earnest congregation, and out of them rose the voice of a lecturer, directing them how to worship Giotto, not by " -- "tactful valuations, but by the standards of the spirit.\n\n" +- "The son nodded. With a look of sombre satisfaction, he led the way to the Peruzzi Chapel. " +- "There was a hint of the teacher about him. She felt like a child in school who had answered a question rightly.\n\n" +- "The chapel was already filled with an earnest congregation, and out of them rose the voice of a lecturer, directing them how to worship Giotto, " +- "not by tactful valuations, but by the standards of the spirit.\n\n" - "“Remember,” he was saying, “the facts about this church of Santa Croce;\n" - "how it was built by faith in the full fervour of medievalism, before any taint of the Renaissance had appeared. " -- "Observe how Giotto in these frescoes—now, unhappily, ruined by restoration—is untroubled by the snares " -- "of anatomy and perspective. Could anything be more majestic,\n" +- "Observe how Giotto in these frescoes—now, unhappily, ruined by restoration—is untroubled by the " +- "snares of anatomy and perspective. Could anything be more majestic,\n" - "more pathetic, beautiful, true? How little, we feel, avails knowledge and technical cleverness against a man who truly feels!”\n\n" - "“No!” exclaimed Mr. Emerson, in much too loud a voice for church.\n" - "“Remember nothing of the sort! Built by faith indeed! That simply means the workmen weren’t paid properly. " @@ -460,10 +487,11 @@ expression: chunks - "They were so serious and so strange that she could not remember how to behave.\n\n" - "“Now, did this happen, or didn’t it? Yes or no?”\n\nGeorge replied:\n\n" - "“It happened like this, if it happened at all. " -- "I would rather go up to heaven by myself than be pushed by cherubs; and if I got there I should like my friends to lean out of " -- "it, just as they do here.”\n\n" +- "I would rather go up to heaven by myself than be pushed by cherubs; and if I got there I should like my friends to lean " +- "out of it, just as they do here.”\n\n" - "“You will never go up,” said his father. " -- "“You and I, dear boy, will lie at peace in the earth that bore us, and our names will disappear as surely as our work survives.”\n\n" +- "“You and I, dear boy, will lie at peace in the earth that bore us, and our names will disappear as surely as our work survives" +- ".”\n\n" - "“Some of the people can only see the empty grave, not the saint,\n" - "whoever he is, going up. It did happen like that, if it happened at all.”\n\n" - "“Pardon me,” said a frigid voice. “The chapel is somewhat small for two parties. " @@ -479,16 +507,18 @@ expression: chunks - "Eager. Why did he go? Did we talk too loud? How vexatious. I shall go and say we are sorry. " - "Hadn’t I better? Then perhaps he will come back.”\n\n“He will not come back,” said George.\n\n" - "But Mr. Emerson, contrite and unhappy, hurried away to apologize to the Rev. Cuthbert Eager. " -- "Lucy, apparently absorbed in a lunette, could hear the lecture again interrupted, the anxious, aggressive voice of the old man, the curt, injured " -- "replies of his opponent. The son, who took every little contretemps as if it were a tragedy, was listening also.\n\n" +- "Lucy, apparently absorbed in a lunette, could hear the lecture again interrupted, the anxious, aggressive voice of the old man, the curt" +- ", injured replies of his opponent. The son, who took every little contretemps as if it were a tragedy, was listening also.\n\n" - "“My father has that effect on nearly everyone,” he informed her. “He will try to be kind.”\n\n" - "“I hope we all try,” said she, smiling nervously.\n\n" - "“Because we think it improves our characters. " - "But he is kind to people because he loves them; and they find him out, and are offended, or frightened.”\n\n" - "“How silly of them!” " -- "said Lucy, though in her heart she sympathized; “I think that a kind action done tactfully—”\n\n“Tact!”\n\n" +- "said Lucy, though in her heart she sympathized; “I think that a kind action done tactfully—”\n\n" +- "“Tact!”\n\n" - "He threw up his head in disdain. Apparently she had given the wrong answer. She watched the singular creature pace up and down the chapel.\n" -- "For a young man his face was rugged, and—until the shadows fell upon it—hard. Enshadowed, it sprang into tenderness. " +- "For a young man his face was rugged, and—until the shadows fell upon it—hard. " +- "Enshadowed, it sprang into tenderness. " - "She saw him once again at Rome, on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, carrying a burden of acorns. " - "Healthy and muscular, he yet gave her the feeling of greyness,\n" - "of tragedy that might only find solution in the night. The feeling soon passed; it was unlike her to have entertained anything so subtle. " @@ -496,15 +526,15 @@ expression: chunks - "and she could re-enter the world of rapid talk, which was alone familiar to her.\n\n" - "“Were you snubbed?” asked his son tranquilly.\n\n" - "“But we have spoilt the pleasure of I don’t know how many people. They won’t come back.”\n\n" -- “...full of innate sympathy...quickness to perceive good in others...vision of the brotherhood of man... -- "” Scraps of the lecture on St. Francis came floating round the partition wall.\n\n" +- “...full of innate sympathy...quickness to perceive good in others...vision of the brotherhood of man. +- "..” Scraps of the lecture on St. Francis came floating round the partition wall.\n\n" - "“Don’t let us spoil yours,” he continued to Lucy. “Have you looked at those saints?”\n\n" - "“Yes,” said Lucy. “They are lovely. Do you know which is the tombstone that is praised in Ruskin?”\n\n" - "He did not know, and suggested that they should try to guess it.\n" -- "George, rather to her relief, refused to move, and she and the old man wandered not unpleasantly about Santa Croce, which, though it is " -- "like a barn, has harvested many beautiful things inside its walls. " -- "There were also beggars to avoid and guides to dodge round the pillars, and an old lady with her dog, and here and there a priest " -- "modestly edging to his Mass through the groups of tourists. But Mr. Emerson was only half interested. " +- "George, rather to her relief, refused to move, and she and the old man wandered not unpleasantly about Santa Croce, which, though " +- "it is like a barn, has harvested many beautiful things inside its walls. " +- "There were also beggars to avoid and guides to dodge round the pillars, and an old lady with her dog, and here and there a " +- "priest modestly edging to his Mass through the groups of tourists. But Mr. Emerson was only half interested. " - "He watched the lecturer, whose success he believed he had impaired, and then he anxiously watched his son.\n\n" - "“Why will he look at that fresco?” he said uneasily. “I saw nothing in it.”\n\n" - "“I like Giotto,” she replied. “It is so wonderful what they say about his tactile values. " @@ -514,13 +544,13 @@ expression: chunks - "Lucy again felt that this did not do.\n\n“In Hell,” he repeated. “He’s unhappy.”\n\n" - "“Oh, dear!” said Lucy.\n\n" - "“How can he be unhappy when he is strong and alive? What more is one to give him? " -- "And think how he has been brought up—free from all the superstition and ignorance that lead men to hate one another in the name of God. " -- "With such an education as that, I thought he was bound to grow up happy.”\n\n" +- And think how he has been brought up—free from all the superstition and ignorance that lead men to hate one another in the name of God +- ". With such an education as that, I thought he was bound to grow up happy.”\n\n" - "She was no theologian, but she felt that here was a very foolish old man, as well as a very irreligious one. " - "She also felt that her mother might not like her talking to that kind of person, and that Charlotte would object most strongly.\n\n" - "“What are we to do with him?” he asked. " -- "“He comes out for his holiday to Italy, and behaves—like that; like the little child who ought to have been playing, and who hurt himself " -- "upon the tombstone. Eh? What did you say?”\n\nLucy had made no suggestion. Suddenly he said:\n\n" +- "“He comes out for his holiday to Italy, and behaves—like that; like the little child who ought to have been playing, and who " +- "hurt himself upon the tombstone. Eh? What did you say?”\n\nLucy had made no suggestion. Suddenly he said:\n\n" - "“Now don’t be stupid over this. " - "I don’t require you to fall in love with my boy, but I do think you might try and understand him. " - "You are nearer his age, and if you let yourself go I am sure you are sensible.\n" @@ -530,34 +560,38 @@ expression: chunks - "and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them. By understanding George you may learn to understand yourself. " - "It will be good for both of you.”\n\nTo this extraordinary speech Lucy found no answer.\n\n" - "“I only know what it is that’s wrong with him; not why it is.”\n\n" -- "“And what is it?” asked Lucy fearfully, expecting some harrowing tale.\n\n“The old trouble; things won’t fit.”\n\n" -- "“What things?”\n\n“The things of the universe. It is quite true. They don’t.”\n\n" +- "“And what is it?” asked Lucy fearfully, expecting some harrowing tale.\n\n" +- "“The old trouble; things won’t fit.”\n\n“What things?”\n\n" +- "“The things of the universe. It is quite true. They don’t.”\n\n" - "“Oh, Mr. Emerson, whatever do you mean?”\n\n" - "In his ordinary voice, so that she scarcely realized he was quoting poetry, he said:\n\n" - "“‘From far, from eve and morning,\n And yon twelve-winded sky,\n" - "The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I’\n\n\n" - "George and I both know this, but why does it distress him? " - "We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a " -- "blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice. " -- "I don’t believe in this world sorrow.”\n\nMiss Honeychurch assented.\n\n" +- "blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? " +- "Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice. I don’t believe in this world sorrow.”\n\n" +- "Miss Honeychurch assented.\n\n" - "“Then make my boy think like us. " -- "Make him realize that by the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes—a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.”\n\n" -- "Suddenly she laughed; surely one ought to laugh. A young man melancholy because the universe wouldn’t fit, because life was a tangle or a wind,\n" -- "or a Yes, or something!\n\n" +- "Make him realize that by the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes—a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes." +- "”\n\n" +- "Suddenly she laughed; surely one ought to laugh. " +- "A young man melancholy because the universe wouldn’t fit, because life was a tangle or a wind,\nor a Yes, or something!\n\n" - "“I’m very sorry,” she cried. " -- "“You’ll think me unfeeling, but—but—” Then she became matronly. “Oh, but your son wants employment. " -- "Has he no particular hobby? " +- "“You’ll think me unfeeling, but—but—” Then she became matronly. " +- "“Oh, but your son wants employment. Has he no particular hobby? " - "Why, I myself have worries, but I can generally forget them at the piano; and collecting stamps did no end of good for my brother. " - "Perhaps Italy bores him; you ought to try the Alps or the Lakes.”\n\n" - "The old man’s face saddened, and he touched her gently with his hand.\n" - "This did not alarm her; she thought that her advice had impressed him and that he was thanking her for it. " - "Indeed, he no longer alarmed her at all; she regarded him as a kind thing, but quite silly. " - "Her feelings were as inflated spiritually as they had been an hour ago esthetically,\n" -- "before she lost Baedeker. The dear George, now striding towards them over the tombstones, seemed both pitiable and absurd. He approached,\n" -- "his face in the shadow. He said:\n\n“Miss Bartlett.”\n\n" +- "before she lost Baedeker. The dear George, now striding towards them over the tombstones, seemed both pitiable and absurd. " +- "He approached,\nhis face in the shadow. He said:\n\n“Miss Bartlett.”\n\n" - "“Oh, good gracious me!” said Lucy, suddenly collapsing and again seeing the whole of life in a new perspective. “Where? " - "Where?”\n\n“In the nave.”\n\n“I see. Those gossiping little Miss Alans must have—” She checked herself.\n\n" -- "“Poor girl!” exploded Mr. Emerson. “Poor girl!”\n\nShe could not let this pass, for it was just what she was feeling herself.\n\n" +- "“Poor girl!” exploded Mr. Emerson. “Poor girl!”\n\n" +- "She could not let this pass, for it was just what she was feeling herself.\n\n" - "“Poor girl? I fail to understand the point of that remark. I think myself a very fortunate girl, I assure you. " - "I’m thoroughly happy, and having a splendid time. Pray don’t waste time mourning over _me_.\n" - "There’s enough sorrow in the world, isn’t there, without trying to invent it. Good-bye. " @@ -567,46 +601,50 @@ expression: chunks - "It so happened that Lucy, who found daily life rather chaotic, entered a more solid world when she opened the piano. " - "She was then no longer either deferential or patronizing; no longer either a rebel or a slave.\n" - "The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected. " -- "The commonplace person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean without effort, whilst we look up, marvelling how he has escaped us" -- ", and thinking how we could worship him and love him, would he but translate his visions into human words, and his experiences into human actions.\n" -- "Perhaps he cannot; certainly he does not, or does so very seldom. Lucy had done so never.\n\n" -- "She was no dazzling _exécutante;_ her runs were not at all like strings of pearls, and she struck no more right notes than " -- "was suitable for one of her age and situation. " +- "The commonplace person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean without effort, whilst we look up, marvelling how he has " +- "escaped us, and thinking how we could worship him and love him, would he but translate his visions into human words, and his experiences into human actions" +- ".\nPerhaps he cannot; certainly he does not, or does so very seldom. Lucy had done so never.\n\n" +- "She was no dazzling _exécutante;_ her runs were not at all like strings of pearls, and she struck no more right " +- "notes than was suitable for one of her age and situation. " - "Nor was she the passionate young lady, who performs so tragically on a summer’s evening with the window open.\n" -- "Passion was there, but it could not be easily labelled; it slipped between love and hatred and jealousy, and all the furniture of the pictorial style" -- ". And she was tragical only in the sense that she was great, for she loved to play on the side of Victory. " +- "Passion was there, but it could not be easily labelled; it slipped between love and hatred and jealousy, and all the furniture of the " +- "pictorial style. " +- "And she was tragical only in the sense that she was great, for she loved to play on the side of Victory. " - "Victory of what and over what—that is more than the words of daily life can tell us.\n" -- "But that some sonatas of Beethoven are written tragic no one can gainsay; yet they can triumph or despair as the player decides, and Lucy had decided " -- "that they should triumph.\n\n" +- "But that some sonatas of Beethoven are written tragic no one can gainsay; yet they can triumph or despair as the player decides, and Lucy " +- "had decided that they should triumph.\n\n" - "A very wet afternoon at the Bertolini permitted her to do the thing she really liked, and after lunch she opened the little draped piano. " -- "A few people lingered round and praised her playing, but finding that she made no reply, dispersed to their rooms to write up their diaries or to sleep. " -- "She took no notice of Mr. " +- "A few people lingered round and praised her playing, but finding that she made no reply, dispersed to their rooms to write up their diaries or to " +- "sleep. She took no notice of Mr. " - "Emerson looking for his son, nor of Miss Bartlett looking for Miss Lavish, nor of Miss Lavish looking for her cigarette-case. " -- "Like every true performer, she was intoxicated by the mere feel of the notes: they were fingers caressing her own; and by touch, not by " -- "sound alone, did she come to her desire.\n\n" +- "Like every true performer, she was intoxicated by the mere feel of the notes: they were fingers caressing her own; and by touch, " +- "not by sound alone, did she come to her desire.\n\n" - "Mr. " -- "Beebe, sitting unnoticed in the window, pondered this illogical element in Miss Honeychurch, and recalled the occasion at Tunbridge Wells when he had discovered " -- "it. It was at one of those entertainments where the upper classes entertain the lower. " +- "Beebe, sitting unnoticed in the window, pondered this illogical element in Miss Honeychurch, and recalled the occasion at Tunbridge Wells when he " +- "had discovered it. It was at one of those entertainments where the upper classes entertain the lower. " - "The seats were filled with a respectful audience, and the ladies and gentlemen of the parish,\n" - "under the auspices of their vicar, sang, or recited, or imitated the drawing of a champagne cork. " - "Among the promised items was “Miss Honeychurch. Piano. Beethoven,” and Mr. " -- "Beebe was wondering whether it would be Adelaida, or the march of The Ruins of Athens, when his composure was disturbed by the opening bars " -- "of Opus III. He was in suspense all through the introduction, for not until the pace quickens does one know what the performer intends. " -- "With the roar of the opening theme he knew that things were going extraordinarily; in the chords that herald the conclusion he heard the hammer strokes of " -- "victory. " -- "He was glad that she only played the first movement, for he could have paid no attention to the winding intricacies of the measures of nine-sixteen" -- ". The audience clapped, no less respectful. It was Mr.\nBeebe who started the stamping; it was all that one could do.\n\n" -- "“Who is she?” he asked the vicar afterwards.\n\n" +- "Beebe was wondering whether it would be Adelaida, or the march of The Ruins of Athens, when his composure was disturbed by the " +- "opening bars of Opus III. " +- "He was in suspense all through the introduction, for not until the pace quickens does one know what the performer intends. " +- "With the roar of the opening theme he knew that things were going extraordinarily; in the chords that herald the conclusion he heard the hammer " +- "strokes of victory. " +- "He was glad that she only played the first movement, for he could have paid no attention to the winding intricacies of the measures of nine" +- "-sixteen. The audience clapped, no less respectful. It was Mr.\n" +- "Beebe who started the stamping; it was all that one could do.\n\n“Who is she?” he asked the vicar afterwards.\n\n" - "“Cousin of one of my parishioners. I do not consider her choice of a piece happy. " -- "Beethoven is so usually simple and direct in his appeal that it is sheer perversity to choose a thing like that, which, if anything, disturbs.”\n\n" -- "“Introduce me.”\n\n“She will be delighted. She and Miss Bartlett are full of the praises of your sermon.”\n\n" +- "Beethoven is so usually simple and direct in his appeal that it is sheer perversity to choose a thing like that, which, if anything, disturbs" +- ".”\n\n“Introduce me.”\n\n" +- "“She will be delighted. She and Miss Bartlett are full of the praises of your sermon.”\n\n" - "“My sermon?” cried Mr. Beebe. “Why ever did she listen to it?”\n\n" - "When he was introduced he understood why, for Miss Honeychurch,\n" -- "disjoined from her music stool, was only a young lady with a quantity of dark hair and a very pretty, pale, undeveloped face. " -- "She loved going to concerts, she loved stopping with her cousin, she loved iced coffee and meringues. " +- "disjoined from her music stool, was only a young lady with a quantity of dark hair and a very pretty, pale, undeveloped face" +- ". She loved going to concerts, she loved stopping with her cousin, she loved iced coffee and meringues. " - "He did not doubt that she loved his sermon also. " -- "But before he left Tunbridge Wells he made a remark to the vicar, which he now made to Lucy herself when she closed the little piano and moved dreamily " -- "towards him:\n\n“If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting both for us and for her.”\n\n" +- "But before he left Tunbridge Wells he made a remark to the vicar, which he now made to Lucy herself when she closed the little piano and moved " +- "dreamily towards him:\n\n" +- "“If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting both for us and for her.”\n\n" - "Lucy at once re-entered daily life.\n\n" - "“Oh, what a funny thing! Some one said just the same to mother, and she said she trusted I should never live a duet.”\n\n" - "“Doesn’t Mrs. Honeychurch like music?”\n\n" @@ -623,12 +661,13 @@ expression: chunks - "“What about music?” said Mr. Beebe.\n\n“Poor Charlotte will be sopped,” was Lucy’s reply.\n\n" - "The expedition was typical of Miss Bartlett, who would return cold,\n" - "tired, hungry, and angelic, with a ruined skirt, a pulpy Baedeker, and a tickling cough in her throat. " -- "On another day, when the whole world was singing and the air ran into the mouth, like wine, she would refuse to stir from the drawing-room, " -- "saying that she was an old thing, and no fit companion for a hearty girl.\n\n" +- "On another day, when the whole world was singing and the air ran into the mouth, like wine, she would refuse to stir from the drawing-" +- "room, saying that she was an old thing, and no fit companion for a hearty girl.\n\n" - "“Miss Lavish has led your cousin astray. She hopes to find the true Italy in the wet I believe.”\n\n" - "“Miss Lavish is so original,” murmured Lucy. This was a stock remark,\n" - "the supreme achievement of the Pension Bertolini in the way of definition. Miss Lavish was so original. Mr. " -- "Beebe had his doubts, but they would have been put down to clerical narrowness. For that, and for other reasons, he held his peace.\n\n" +- "Beebe had his doubts, but they would have been put down to clerical narrowness. " +- "For that, and for other reasons, he held his peace.\n\n" - "“Is it true,” continued Lucy in awe-struck tone, “that Miss Lavish is writing a book?”\n\n" - "“They do say so.”\n\n“What is it about?”\n\n" - "“It will be a novel,” replied Mr. Beebe, “dealing with modern Italy.\n" @@ -644,20 +683,22 @@ expression: chunks - "All his life he had loved to study maiden ladies; they were his specialty, and his profession had provided him with ample opportunities for the work. " - "Girls like Lucy were charming to look at,\n" - "but Mr. " -- "Beebe was, from rather profound reasons, somewhat chilly in his attitude towards the other sex, and preferred to be interested rather than enthralled.\n\n" +- "Beebe was, from rather profound reasons, somewhat chilly in his attitude towards the other sex, and preferred to be interested rather than " +- "enthralled.\n\n" - "Lucy, for the third time, said that poor Charlotte would be sopped. " - "The Arno was rising in flood, washing away the traces of the little carts upon the foreshore. " - "But in the south-west there had appeared a dull haze of yellow, which might mean better weather if it did not mean worse. " -- "She opened the window to inspect, and a cold blast entered the room, drawing a plaintive cry from Miss Catharine Alan, who entered at the same moment " -- "by the door.\n\n" +- "She opened the window to inspect, and a cold blast entered the room, drawing a plaintive cry from Miss Catharine Alan, who entered at the " +- "same moment by the door.\n\n" - "“Oh, dear Miss Honeychurch, you will catch a chill! And Mr. Beebe here besides. Who would suppose this is Italy? " - "There is my sister actually nursing the hot-water can; no comforts or proper provisions.”\n\n" -- "She sidled towards them and sat down, self-conscious as she always was on entering a room which contained one man, or a man and one woman.\n\n" -- "“I could hear your beautiful playing, Miss Honeychurch, though I was in my room with the door shut. Doors shut; indeed, most necessary. " -- "No one has the least idea of privacy in this country. And one person catches it from another.”\n\n" +- "She sidled towards them and sat down, self-conscious as she always was on entering a room which contained one man, or a man and one " +- "woman.\n\n" +- "“I could hear your beautiful playing, Miss Honeychurch, though I was in my room with the door shut. " +- "Doors shut; indeed, most necessary. No one has the least idea of privacy in this country. And one person catches it from another.”\n\n" - "Lucy answered suitably. Mr. " -- "Beebe was not able to tell the ladies of his adventure at Modena, where the chambermaid burst in upon him in his bath, exclaiming " -- "cheerfully, “Fa niente, sono vecchia.” " +- "Beebe was not able to tell the ladies of his adventure at Modena, where the chambermaid burst in upon him in his bath, " +- "exclaiming cheerfully, “Fa niente, sono vecchia.” " - "He contented himself with saying: “I quite agree with you, Miss Alan. The Italians are a most unpleasant people. " - "They pry everywhere, they see everything,\n" - "and they know what we want before we know it ourselves. We are at their mercy. They read our thoughts, they foretell our desires. " @@ -665,13 +706,15 @@ expression: chunks - "Yet in their heart of hearts they are—how superficial! They have no conception of the intellectual life. How right is Signora Bertolini,\n" - "who exclaimed to me the other day: ‘Ho, Mr. " - "Beebe, if you knew what I suffer over the children’s edjucaishion. " -- "_Hi_ won’t ’ave my little Victorier taught by a hignorant Italian what can’t explain nothink!’”\n\n" -- "Miss Alan did not follow, but gathered that she was being mocked in an agreeable way. Her sister was a little disappointed in Mr. Beebe,\n" +- _Hi_ won’t ’ave my little Victorier taught by a hignorant Italian what can’t explain nothink!’ +- "”\n\n" +- "Miss Alan did not follow, but gathered that she was being mocked in an agreeable way. Her sister was a little disappointed in Mr. " +- "Beebe,\n" - "having expected better things from a clergyman whose head was bald and who wore a pair of russet whiskers. " - "Indeed, who would have supposed that tolerance, sympathy, and a sense of humour would inhabit that militant form?\n\n" - "In the midst of her satisfaction she continued to sidle, and at last the cause was disclosed. " -- "From the chair beneath her she extracted a gun-metal cigarette-case, on which were powdered in turquoise the initials “E. " -- "L.”\n\n" +- "From the chair beneath her she extracted a gun-metal cigarette-case, on which were powdered in turquoise the initials “E" +- ". L.”\n\n" - "“That belongs to Lavish.” said the clergyman. “A good fellow, Lavish,\n" - "but I wish she’d start a pipe.”\n\n" - "“Oh, Mr. Beebe,” said Miss Alan, divided between awe and mirth.\n" @@ -679,22 +722,23 @@ expression: chunks - "She took to it, practically in despair, after her life’s work was carried away in a landslip. " - "Surely that makes it more excusable.”\n\n“What was that?” asked Lucy.\n\n" - "Mr. " -- "Beebe sat back complacently, and Miss Alan began as follows: “It was a novel—and I am afraid, from what I can gather, " -- "not a very nice novel. It is so sad when people who have abilities misuse them, and I must say they nearly always do. " -- "Anyhow, she left it almost finished in the Grotto of the Calvary at the Capuccini Hotel at Amalfi while she went for a " -- "little ink. She said: ‘Can I have a little ink, please?’ " -- "But you know what Italians are, and meanwhile the Grotto fell roaring on to the beach, and the saddest thing of all is that she cannot " -- "remember what she has written. The poor thing was very ill after it, and so got tempted into cigarettes. " +- "Beebe sat back complacently, and Miss Alan began as follows: “It was a novel—and I am afraid, from what I can " +- "gather, not a very nice novel. It is so sad when people who have abilities misuse them, and I must say they nearly always do. " +- "Anyhow, she left it almost finished in the Grotto of the Calvary at the Capuccini Hotel at Amalfi while she went " +- "for a little ink. She said: ‘Can I have a little ink, please?’ " +- "But you know what Italians are, and meanwhile the Grotto fell roaring on to the beach, and the saddest thing of all is that " +- "she cannot remember what she has written. The poor thing was very ill after it, and so got tempted into cigarettes. " - "It is a great secret, but I am glad to say that she is writing another novel. " -- She told Teresa and Miss Pole the other day that she had got up all the local colour—this novel is to be about modern Italy; the other was historical -- "—but that she could not start till she had an idea. First she tried Perugia for an inspiration,\n" +- "She told Teresa and Miss Pole the other day that she had got up all the local colour—this novel is to be about modern Italy; the other " +- "was historical—but that she could not start till she had an idea. First she tried Perugia for an inspiration,\n" - "then she came here—this must on no account get round. And so cheerful through it all! " - "I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.”\n\n" - "Miss Alan was always thus being charitable against her better judgement. " -- "A delicate pathos perfumed her disconnected remarks, giving them unexpected beauty, just as in the decaying autumn woods there sometimes rise odours reminiscent of spring" -- ". She felt she had made almost too many allowances, and apologized hurriedly for her toleration.\n\n" -- "“All the same, she is a little too—I hardly like to say unwomanly, but she behaved most strangely when the Emersons arrived." -- "”\n\nMr. Beebe smiled as Miss Alan plunged into an anecdote which he knew she would be unable to finish in the presence of a gentleman.\n\n" +- "A delicate pathos perfumed her disconnected remarks, giving them unexpected beauty, just as in the decaying autumn woods there sometimes rise odours reminiscent " +- "of spring. She felt she had made almost too many allowances, and apologized hurriedly for her toleration.\n\n" +- "“All the same, she is a little too—I hardly like to say unwomanly, but she behaved most strangely when the Emersons " +- "arrived.”\n\n" +- "Mr. Beebe smiled as Miss Alan plunged into an anecdote which he knew she would be unable to finish in the presence of a gentleman.\n\n" - "“I don’t know, Miss Honeychurch, if you have noticed that Miss Pole,\n" - "the lady who has so much yellow hair, takes lemonade. That old Mr.\nEmerson, who puts things very strangely—”\n\n" - "Her jaw dropped. She was silent. Mr. " @@ -702,25 +746,26 @@ expression: chunks - "“Stomach. He warned Miss Pole of her stomach-acidity, he called it—and he may have meant to be kind. " - "I must say I forgot myself and laughed;\n" - "it was so sudden. As Teresa truly said, it was no laughing matter. " -- "But the point is that Miss Lavish was positively _attracted_ by his mentioning S., and said she liked plain speaking, and meeting different grades of " -- "thought. " -- "She thought they were commercial travellers—‘drummers’ was the word she used—and all through dinner she tried to prove that England, our great and beloved " -- "country, rests on nothing but commerce. " -- "Teresa was very much annoyed, and left the table before the cheese, saying as she did so: ‘There, Miss Lavish, is one who can " -- "confute you better than I,’ and pointed to that beautiful picture of Lord Tennyson. Then Miss Lavish said: ‘Tut! " -- "The early Victorians.’ Just imagine! ‘Tut! The early Victorians.’ My sister had gone, and I felt bound to speak. " -- "I said: ‘Miss Lavish, _I_ am an early Victorian; at least, that is to say, I will hear no breath of " -- "censure against our dear Queen.’ It was horrible speaking. " -- "I reminded her how the Queen had been to Ireland when she did not want to go, and I must say she was dumbfounded, and made no reply. " -- "But, unluckily, Mr. Emerson overheard this part, and called in his deep voice: ‘Quite so, quite so!\n" +- "But the point is that Miss Lavish was positively _attracted_ by his mentioning S., and said she liked plain speaking, and meeting different " +- "grades of thought. " +- "She thought they were commercial travellers—‘drummers’ was the word she used—and all through dinner she tried to prove that England, our great " +- "and beloved country, rests on nothing but commerce. " +- "Teresa was very much annoyed, and left the table before the cheese, saying as she did so: ‘There, Miss Lavish, is one " +- "who can confute you better than I,’ and pointed to that beautiful picture of Lord Tennyson. " +- "Then Miss Lavish said: ‘Tut! The early Victorians.’ Just imagine! ‘Tut! The early Victorians.’ " +- "My sister had gone, and I felt bound to speak. " +- "I said: ‘Miss Lavish, _I_ am an early Victorian; at least, that is to say, I will hear no breath " +- "of censure against our dear Queen.’ It was horrible speaking. " +- "I reminded her how the Queen had been to Ireland when she did not want to go, and I must say she was dumbfounded, and made no " +- "reply. But, unluckily, Mr. Emerson overheard this part, and called in his deep voice: ‘Quite so, quite so!\n" - "I honour the woman for her Irish visit.’ The woman! " -- "I tell things so badly; but you see what a tangle we were in by this time, all on account of S. having been mentioned in the first " -- "place. But that was not all. " -- "After dinner Miss Lavish actually came up and said: ‘Miss Alan, I am going into the smoking-room to talk to those two nice men.\n" -- "Come, too.’ Needless to say, I refused such an unsuitable invitation,\n" +- "I tell things so badly; but you see what a tangle we were in by this time, all on account of S. having been mentioned in " +- "the first place. But that was not all. " +- "After dinner Miss Lavish actually came up and said: ‘Miss Alan, I am going into the smoking-room to talk to those two nice " +- "men.\nCome, too.’ Needless to say, I refused such an unsuitable invitation,\n" - "and she had the impertinence to tell me that it would broaden my ideas,\n" -- "and said that she had four brothers, all University men, except one who was in the army, who always made a point of talking to commercial travellers.”\n\n" -- "“Let me finish the story,” said Mr. Beebe, who had returned.\n\n" +- "and said that she had four brothers, all University men, except one who was in the army, who always made a point of talking to commercial travellers" +- ".”\n\n“Let me finish the story,” said Mr. Beebe, who had returned.\n\n" - "“Miss Lavish tried Miss Pole, myself, everyone, and finally said: ‘I shall go alone.’ She went. " - "At the end of five minutes she returned unobtrusively with a green baize board, and began playing patience.”\n\n" - "“Whatever happened?” cried Lucy.\n\n" @@ -728,21 +773,26 @@ expression: chunks - "Emerson does not think it worth telling.”\n\n" - "“Mr. Beebe—old Mr. Emerson, is he nice or not nice? I do so want to know.”\n\n" - "Mr. Beebe laughed and suggested that she should settle the question for herself.\n\n" -- "“No; but it is so difficult. Sometimes he is so silly, and then I do not mind him. Miss Alan, what do you think? " -- "Is he nice?”\n\n" -- "The little old lady shook her head, and sighed disapprovingly. Mr.\nBeebe, whom the conversation amused, stirred her up by saying:\n\n" +- "“No; but it is so difficult. Sometimes he is so silly, and then I do not mind him. " +- "Miss Alan, what do you think? Is he nice?”\n\n" +- "The little old lady shook her head, and sighed disapprovingly. Mr.\n" +- "Beebe, whom the conversation amused, stirred her up by saying:\n\n" - "“I consider that you are bound to class him as nice, Miss Alan, after that business of the violets.”\n\n" -- "“Violets? Oh, dear! Who told you about the violets? How do things get round? A pension is a bad place for gossips. " -- "No, I cannot forget how they behaved at Mr. Eager’s lecture at Santa Croce. Oh, poor Miss Honeychurch! " -- "It really was too bad. No, I have quite changed. I do _not_ like the Emersons. They are _not_ nice.”\n\n" -- "Mr. Beebe smiled nonchalantly. He had made a gentle effort to introduce the Emersons into Bertolini society, and the effort had failed. " +- "“Violets? Oh, dear! Who told you about the violets? How do things get round? " +- "A pension is a bad place for gossips. No, I cannot forget how they behaved at Mr. " +- "Eager’s lecture at Santa Croce. Oh, poor Miss Honeychurch! It really was too bad. " +- "No, I have quite changed. I do _not_ like the Emersons. They are _not_ nice.”\n\n" +- "Mr. Beebe smiled nonchalantly. " +- "He had made a gentle effort to introduce the Emersons into Bertolini society, and the effort had failed. " - "He was almost the only person who remained friendly to them. " - "Miss Lavish, who represented intellect, was avowedly hostile, and now the Miss Alans,\n" - "who stood for good breeding, were following her. Miss Bartlett,\n" - "smarting under an obligation, would scarcely be civil. The case of Lucy was different. " -- "She had given him a hazy account of her adventures in Santa Croce, and he gathered that the two men had made a curious and possibly concerted " -- "attempt to annex her, to show her the world from their own strange standpoint, to interest her in their private sorrows and joys. " -- "This was impertinent; he did not wish their cause to be championed by a young girl: he would rather it should fail. After all,\n" +- "She had given him a hazy account of her adventures in Santa Croce, and he gathered that the two men had made a curious and possibly " +- "concerted attempt to annex her, to show her the world from their own strange standpoint, to interest her in their private sorrows and " +- "joys. " +- "This was impertinent; he did not wish their cause to be championed by a young girl: he would rather it should fail. " +- "After all,\n" - "he knew nothing about them, and pension joys, pension sorrows, are flimsy things; whereas Lucy would be his parishioner.\n\n" - "Lucy, with one eye upon the weather, finally said that she thought the Emersons were nice; not that she saw anything of them now. " - "Even their seats at dinner had been moved.\n\n" @@ -751,12 +801,12 @@ expression: chunks - "“Most right of her. They don’t understand our ways. They must find their level.”\n\n" - "Mr. Beebe rather felt that they had gone under. " - "They had given up their attempt—if it was one—to conquer society, and now the father was almost as silent as the son. " -- "He wondered whether he would not plan a pleasant day for these folk before they left—some expedition, perhaps, with Lucy well chaperoned to be nice to " -- "them. It was one of Mr. Beebe’s chief pleasures to provide people with happy memories.\n\n" -- "Evening approached while they chatted; the air became brighter; the colours on the trees and hills were purified, and the Arno lost its muddy solidity " -- "and began to twinkle. " -- "There were a few streaks of bluish-green among the clouds, a few patches of watery light upon the earth, and then the dripping façade of " -- "San Miniato shone brilliantly in the declining sun.\n\n" +- "He wondered whether he would not plan a pleasant day for these folk before they left—some expedition, perhaps, with Lucy well chaperoned to be " +- "nice to them. It was one of Mr. Beebe’s chief pleasures to provide people with happy memories.\n\n" +- "Evening approached while they chatted; the air became brighter; the colours on the trees and hills were purified, and the Arno lost its muddy " +- "solidity and began to twinkle. " +- "There were a few streaks of bluish-green among the clouds, a few patches of watery light upon the earth, and then the dripping " +- "façade of San Miniato shone brilliantly in the declining sun.\n\n" - "“Too late to go out,” said Miss Alan in a voice of relief. “All the galleries are shut.”\n\n" - "“I think I shall go out,” said Lucy. " - "“I want to go round the town in the circular tram—on the platform by the driver.”\n\n" @@ -771,22 +821,23 @@ expression: chunks - "Chapter IV Fourth Chapter\n\n\n" - "Mr. Beebe was right. Lucy never knew her desires so clearly as after music. " - "She had not really appreciated the clergyman’s wit, nor the suggestive twitterings of Miss Alan. " -- "Conversation was tedious; she wanted something big, and she believed that it would have come to her on the wind-swept platform of an electric tram" -- ". This she might not attempt. It was unladylike. Why? Why were most big things unladylike?\n" +- "Conversation was tedious; she wanted something big, and she believed that it would have come to her on the wind-swept platform of an " +- "electric tram. This she might not attempt. It was unladylike. Why? Why were most big things unladylike?\n" - "Charlotte had once explained to her why. It was not that ladies were inferior to men; it was that they were different. " - "Their mission was to inspire others to achievement rather than to achieve themselves.\n" - "Indirectly, by means of tact and a spotless name, a lady could accomplish much. " - "But if she rushed into the fray herself she would be first censured, then despised, and finally ignored. " - "Poems had been written to illustrate this point.\n\n" -- "There is much that is immortal in this medieval lady. The dragons have gone, and so have the knights, but still she lingers in our midst. " +- "There is much that is immortal in this medieval lady. " +- "The dragons have gone, and so have the knights, but still she lingers in our midst. " - "She reigned in many an early Victorian castle, and was Queen of much early Victorian song. " - "It is sweet to protect her in the intervals of business, sweet to pay her honour when she has cooked our dinner well.\n" - "But alas! the creature grows degenerate. In her heart also there are springing up strange desires. " - "She too is enamoured of heavy winds, and vast panoramas, and green expanses of the sea. " -- "She has marked the kingdom of this world, how full it is of wealth, and beauty, and war—a radiant crust, built around the central " -- "fires, spinning towards the receding heavens. " -- "Men, declaring that she inspires them to it, move joyfully over the surface, having the most delightful meetings with other men, happy, not because " -- "they are masculine, but because they are alive. " +- "She has marked the kingdom of this world, how full it is of wealth, and beauty, and war—a radiant crust, built around " +- "the central fires, spinning towards the receding heavens. " +- "Men, declaring that she inspires them to it, move joyfully over the surface, having the most delightful meetings with other men, happy, " +- "not because they are masculine, but because they are alive. " - "Before the show breaks up she would like to drop the august title of the Eternal Woman, and go there as her transitory self.\n\n" - "Lucy does not stand for the medieval lady, who was rather an ideal to which she was bidden to lift her eyes when feeling serious. " - "Nor has she any system of revolt. " @@ -796,21 +847,22 @@ expression: chunks - "There she bought a photograph of Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus.” Venus,\n" - "being a pity, spoilt the picture, otherwise so charming, and Miss Bartlett had persuaded her to do without it. " - "(A pity in art of course signified the nude.) " -- "Giorgione’s “Tempesta,” the “Idolino,” some of the Sistine frescoes and the Apoxyomenos, were " -- "added to it. " +- "Giorgione’s “Tempesta,” the “Idolino,” some of the Sistine frescoes and the Apoxyomenos" +- ", were added to it. " - "She felt a little calmer then, and bought Fra Angelico’s “Coronation,” Giotto’s “Ascension of St. " - "John,” some Della Robbia babies, and some Guido Reni Madonnas. " - "For her taste was catholic, and she extended uncritical approval to every well-known name.\n\n" - "But though she spent nearly seven lire, the gates of liberty seemed still unopened. " - "She was conscious of her discontent; it was new to her to be conscious of it. " -- "“The world,” she thought, “is certainly full of beautiful things, if only I could come across them.” It was not surprising that Mrs. " +- "“The world,” she thought, “is certainly full of beautiful things, if only I could come across them.” " +- "It was not surprising that Mrs. " - "Honeychurch disapproved of music, declaring that it always left her daughter peevish, unpractical, and touchy.\n\n" -- "“Nothing ever happens to me,” she reflected, as she entered the Piazza Signoria and looked nonchalantly at its marvels, now fairly " -- "familiar to her. The great square was in shadow; the sunshine had come too late to strike it. " +- "“Nothing ever happens to me,” she reflected, as she entered the Piazza Signoria and looked nonchalantly at its marvels, " +- "now fairly familiar to her. The great square was in shadow; the sunshine had come too late to strike it. " - "Neptune was already unsubstantial in the twilight, half god,\n" - "half ghost, and his fountain plashed dreamily to the men and satyrs who idled together on its marge. " -- "The Loggia showed as the triple entrance of a cave, wherein many a deity, shadowy, but immortal, looking forth upon the arrivals and departures " -- "of mankind. It was the hour of unreality—the hour, that is, when unfamiliar things are real. " +- "The Loggia showed as the triple entrance of a cave, wherein many a deity, shadowy, but immortal, looking forth upon the arrivals and " +- "departures of mankind. It was the hour of unreality—the hour, that is, when unfamiliar things are real. " - "An older person at such an hour and in such a place might think that sufficient was happening to him, and rest content. Lucy desired more.\n\n" - "She fixed her eyes wistfully on the tower of the palace, which rose out of the lower darkness like a pillar of roughened gold. " - "It seemed no longer a tower, no longer supported by earth, but some unattainable treasure throbbing in the tranquil sky. " @@ -828,8 +880,8 @@ expression: chunks - "George Emerson still looked at her, but not across anything. She had complained of dullness, and lo! " - "one man was stabbed, and another held her in his arms.\n\n" - "They were sitting on some steps in the Uffizi Arcade. He must have carried her. " -- "He rose when she spoke, and began to dust his knees. She repeated:\n\n“Oh, what have I done?”\n\n“You fainted.”\n\n" -- "“I—I am very sorry.”\n\n“How are you now?”\n\n" +- "He rose when she spoke, and began to dust his knees. She repeated:\n\n“Oh, what have I done?”\n\n" +- "“You fainted.”\n\n“I—I am very sorry.”\n\n“How are you now?”\n\n" - "“Perfectly well—absolutely well.” And she began to nod and smile.\n\n" - "“Then let us come home. There’s no point in our stopping.”\n\n" - "He held out his hand to pull her up. She pretended not to see it. " @@ -840,9 +892,10 @@ expression: chunks - "“Would you add to your kindness by fetching them?”\n\n" - "He added to his kindness. " - "As soon as he had turned his back, Lucy arose with the running of a maniac and stole down the arcade towards the Arno.\n\n" -- "“Miss Honeychurch!”\n\nShe stopped with her hand on her heart.\n\n“You sit still; you aren’t fit to go home alone.”\n\n" -- "“Yes, I am, thank you so very much.”\n\n“No, you aren’t. You’d go openly if you were.”\n\n" -- "“But I had rather—”\n\n“Then I don’t fetch your photographs.”\n\n“I had rather be alone.”\n\n" +- "“Miss Honeychurch!”\n\nShe stopped with her hand on her heart.\n\n" +- "“You sit still; you aren’t fit to go home alone.”\n\n“Yes, I am, thank you so very much.”\n\n" +- "“No, you aren’t. You’d go openly if you were.”\n\n“But I had rather—”\n\n" +- "“Then I don’t fetch your photographs.”\n\n“I had rather be alone.”\n\n" - "He said imperiously: “The man is dead—the man is probably dead; sit down till you are rested.” " - "She was bewildered, and obeyed him. “And don’t move till I come back.”\n\n" - "In the distance she saw creatures with black hoods, such as appear in dreams. The palace tower had lost the reflection of the declining day,\n" @@ -855,15 +908,15 @@ expression: chunks - "“And the murderer tried to kiss him, you say—how very odd Italians are!—and gave himself up to the police! Mr. " - "Beebe was saying that Italians know everything, but I think they are rather childish. " - "When my cousin and I were at the Pitti yesterday—What was that?”\n\nHe had thrown something into the stream.\n\n" -- "“What did you throw in?”\n\n“Things I didn’t want,” he said crossly.\n\n“Mr. Emerson!”\n\n“Well?”\n\n" -- "“Where are the photographs?”\n\nHe was silent.\n\n“I believe it was my photographs that you threw away.”\n\n" +- "“What did you throw in?”\n\n“Things I didn’t want,” he said crossly.\n\n“Mr. Emerson!”\n\n" +- "“Well?”\n\n“Where are the photographs?”\n\nHe was silent.\n\n“I believe it was my photographs that you threw away.”\n\n" - "“I didn’t know what to do with them,” he cried, and his voice was that of an anxious boy. " - "Her heart warmed towards him for the first time.\n" - "“They were covered with blood. There! " - "I’m glad I’ve told you; and all the time we were making conversation I was wondering what to do with them.” " - "He pointed down-stream. “They’ve gone.” " -- "The river swirled under the bridge, “I did mind them so, and one is so foolish, it seemed better that they should go out to the sea—" -- "I don’t know; I may just mean that they frightened me.” Then the boy verged into a man. " +- "The river swirled under the bridge, “I did mind them so, and one is so foolish, it seemed better that they should go out to the " +- "sea—I don’t know; I may just mean that they frightened me.” Then the boy verged into a man. " - "“For something tremendous has happened; I must face it without getting muddled. It isn’t exactly that a man has died.”\n\n" - "Something warned Lucy that she must stop him.\n\n“It has happened,” he repeated, “and I mean to find out what it is.”\n\n" - "“Mr. Emerson—”\n\nHe turned towards her frowning, as if she had disturbed him in some abstract quest.\n\n" @@ -874,61 +927,67 @@ expression: chunks - "“I was never so much ashamed of myself in my life; I cannot think what came over me.”\n\n" - "“I nearly fainted myself,” he said; but she felt that her attitude repelled him.\n\n" - "“Well, I owe you a thousand apologies.”\n\n“Oh, all right.”\n\n" -- "“And—this is the real point—you know how silly people are gossiping—ladies especially, I am afraid—you understand what I mean?”\n\n" -- "“I’m afraid I don’t.”\n\n“I mean, would you not mention it to any one, my foolish behaviour?”\n\n" +- "“And—this is the real point—you know how silly people are gossiping—ladies especially, I am afraid—you understand what I mean" +- "?”\n\n“I’m afraid I don’t.”\n\n" +- "“I mean, would you not mention it to any one, my foolish behaviour?”\n\n" - "“Your behaviour? Oh, yes, all right—all right.”\n\n“Thank you so much. And would you—”\n\n" - "She could not carry her request any further. The river was rushing below them, almost black in the advancing night. " - "He had thrown her photographs into it, and then he had told her the reason. " - "It struck her that it was hopeless to look for chivalry in such a man. " -- "He would do her no harm by idle gossip; he was trustworthy, intelligent, and even kind; he might even have a high opinion of her. " -- "But he lacked chivalry;\n" +- "He would do her no harm by idle gossip; he was trustworthy, intelligent, and even kind; he might even have a high opinion of her" +- ". But he lacked chivalry;\n" - "his thoughts, like his behaviour, would not be modified by awe. " -- "It was useless to say to him, “And would you—” and hope that he would complete the sentence for himself, averting his eyes from her " -- "nakedness like the knight in that beautiful picture. " -- "She had been in his arms, and he remembered it, just as he remembered the blood on the photographs that she had bought in Alinari’s shop" -- ". " -- "It was not exactly that a man had died; something had happened to the living: they had come to a situation where character tells, and where childhood enters upon " -- "the branching paths of Youth.\n\n" +- "It was useless to say to him, “And would you—” and hope that he would complete the sentence for himself, averting his eyes " +- "from her nakedness like the knight in that beautiful picture. " +- "She had been in his arms, and he remembered it, just as he remembered the blood on the photographs that she had bought in " +- "Alinari’s shop. " +- "It was not exactly that a man had died; something had happened to the living: they had come to a situation where character tells, and where childhood " +- "enters upon the branching paths of Youth.\n\n" - "“Well, thank you so much,” she repeated, “How quickly these accidents do happen, and then one returns to the old life!”\n\n" -- "“I don’t.”\n\nAnxiety moved her to question him.\n\nHis answer was puzzling: “I shall probably want to live.”\n\n" -- "“But why, Mr. Emerson? What do you mean?”\n\n“I shall want to live, I say.”\n\n" +- "“I don’t.”\n\nAnxiety moved her to question him.\n\n" +- "His answer was puzzling: “I shall probably want to live.”\n\n“But why, Mr. Emerson? What do you mean?”\n\n" +- "“I shall want to live, I say.”\n\n" - "Leaning her elbows on the parapet, she contemplated the River Arno,\nwhose roar was suggesting some unexpected melody to her ears.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter V Possibilities of a Pleasant Outing\n\n\n" - "It was a family saying that “you never knew which way Charlotte Bartlett would turn.” " -- "She was perfectly pleasant and sensible over Lucy’s adventure, found the abridged account of it quite adequate, and paid suitable tribute to the courtesy of Mr" -- ". George Emerson. She and Miss Lavish had had an adventure also. " -- "They had been stopped at the Dazio coming back, and the young officials there, who seemed impudent and _désœuvré_, " -- "had tried to search their reticules for provisions. It might have been most unpleasant. Fortunately Miss Lavish was a match for any one.\n\n" +- "She was perfectly pleasant and sensible over Lucy’s adventure, found the abridged account of it quite adequate, and paid suitable tribute to the courtesy " +- "of Mr. George Emerson. She and Miss Lavish had had an adventure also. " +- "They had been stopped at the Dazio coming back, and the young officials there, who seemed impudent and " +- "_désœuvré_, had tried to search their reticules for provisions. It might have been most unpleasant. " +- "Fortunately Miss Lavish was a match for any one.\n\n" - "For good or for evil, Lucy was left to face her problem alone. " - "None of her friends had seen her, either in the Piazza or, later on, by the embankment. Mr. " - "Beebe, indeed, noticing her startled eyes at dinner-time, had again passed to himself the remark of “Too much Beethoven.” " - "But he only supposed that she was ready for an adventure,\n" -- "not that she had encountered it. This solitude oppressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events,\n" +- "not that she had encountered it. " +- "This solitude oppressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events,\n" - "contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.\n\n" - "At breakfast next morning she took decisive action. There were two plans between which she had to choose. Mr. " -- "Beebe was walking up to the Torre del Gallo with the Emersons and some American ladies. Would Miss Bartlett and Miss Honeychurch join the party? " -- "Charlotte declined for herself; she had been there in the rain the previous afternoon. " -- "But she thought it an admirable idea for Lucy, who hated shopping, changing money, fetching letters, and other irksome duties—all of " -- "which Miss Bartlett must accomplish this morning and could easily accomplish alone.\n\n" +- "Beebe was walking up to the Torre del Gallo with the Emersons and some American ladies. " +- "Would Miss Bartlett and Miss Honeychurch join the party? Charlotte declined for herself; she had been there in the rain the previous afternoon. " +- "But she thought it an admirable idea for Lucy, who hated shopping, changing money, fetching letters, and other irksome duties—" +- "all of which Miss Bartlett must accomplish this morning and could easily accomplish alone.\n\n" - "“No, Charlotte!” cried the girl, with real warmth. “It’s very kind of Mr. " - "Beebe, but I am certainly coming with you. I had much rather.”\n\n" -- "“Very well, dear,” said Miss Bartlett, with a faint flush of pleasure that called forth a deep flush of shame on the cheeks of Lucy. " -- "How abominably she behaved to Charlotte, now as always! But now she should alter. All morning she would be really nice to her.\n\n" +- "“Very well, dear,” said Miss Bartlett, with a faint flush of pleasure that called forth a deep flush of shame on the cheeks of Lucy" +- ". How abominably she behaved to Charlotte, now as always! But now she should alter. " +- "All morning she would be really nice to her.\n\n" - "She slipped her arm into her cousin’s, and they started off along the Lung’ Arno. " - "The river was a lion that morning in strength, voice, and colour. Miss Bartlett insisted on leaning over the parapet to look at it. " - "She then made her usual remark, which was “How I do wish Freddy and your mother could see this, too!”\n\n" - "Lucy fidgeted; it was tiresome of Charlotte to have stopped exactly where she did.\n\n" - "“Look, Lucia! Oh, you are watching for the Torre del Gallo party. I feared you would repent you of your choice.”\n\n" - "Serious as the choice had been, Lucy did not repent. " -- "Yesterday had been a muddle—queer and odd, the kind of thing one could not write down easily on paper—but she had a feeling that Charlotte " -- "and her shopping were preferable to George Emerson and the summit of the Torre del Gallo. " +- "Yesterday had been a muddle—queer and odd, the kind of thing one could not write down easily on paper—but she had a feeling " +- "that Charlotte and her shopping were preferable to George Emerson and the summit of the Torre del Gallo. " - "Since she could not unravel the tangle, she must take care not to re-enter it. " - "She could protest sincerely against Miss Bartlett’s insinuations.\n\n" - "But though she had avoided the chief actor, the scenery unfortunately remained. " - "Charlotte, with the complacency of fate, led her from the river to the Piazza Signoria. She could not have believed that stones,\n" - "a Loggia, a fountain, a palace tower, would have such significance. For a moment she understood the nature of ghosts.\n\n" - "The exact site of the murder was occupied, not by a ghost, but by Miss Lavish, who had the morning newspaper in her hand. " -- "She hailed them briskly. The dreadful catastrophe of the previous day had given her an idea which she thought would work up into a book.\n\n" +- "She hailed them briskly. " +- "The dreadful catastrophe of the previous day had given her an idea which she thought would work up into a book.\n\n" - "“Oh, let me congratulate you!” said Miss Bartlett. “After your despair of yesterday! What a fortunate thing!”\n\n" - "“Aha! Miss Honeychurch, come you here I am in luck. " - "Now, you are to tell me absolutely everything that you saw from the beginning.” Lucy poked at the ground with her parasol.\n\n" @@ -940,35 +999,37 @@ expression: chunks - "Then she said that she had been in the Piazza since eight o’clock collecting material. " - "A good deal of it was unsuitable, but of course one always had to adapt. " - "The two men had quarrelled over a five-franc note. " -- "For the five-franc note she should substitute a young lady, which would raise the tone of the tragedy, and at the same time furnish an " -- "excellent plot.\n\n“What is the heroine’s name?” asked Miss Bartlett.\n\n" +- "For the five-franc note she should substitute a young lady, which would raise the tone of the tragedy, and at the same time " +- "furnish an excellent plot.\n\n“What is the heroine’s name?” asked Miss Bartlett.\n\n" - "“Leonora,” said Miss Lavish; her own name was Eleanor.\n\n“I do hope she’s nice.”\n\n" - "That desideratum would not be omitted.\n\n“And what is the plot?”\n\n" - "Love, murder, abduction, revenge, was the plot. " - "But it all came while the fountain plashed to the satyrs in the morning sun.\n\n" -- "“I hope you will excuse me for boring on like this,” Miss Lavish concluded. “It is so tempting to talk to really sympathetic people. " -- "Of course, this is the barest outline. " +- "“I hope you will excuse me for boring on like this,” Miss Lavish concluded. " +- "“It is so tempting to talk to really sympathetic people. Of course, this is the barest outline. " - "There will be a deal of local colouring, descriptions of Florence and the neighbourhood, and I shall also introduce some humorous characters. " - "And let me give you all fair warning: I intend to be unmerciful to the British tourist.”\n\n" - "“Oh, you wicked woman,” cried Miss Bartlett. “I am sure you are thinking of the Emersons.”\n\n" - "Miss Lavish gave a Machiavellian smile.\n\n" - "“I confess that in Italy my sympathies are not with my own countrymen.\n" - "It is the neglected Italians who attract me, and whose lives I am going to paint so far as I can. " -- "For I repeat and I insist, and I have always held most strongly, that a tragedy such as yesterday’s is not the less tragic because it happened in " -- "humble life.”\n\n" -- "There was a fitting silence when Miss Lavish had concluded. Then the cousins wished success to her labours, and walked slowly away across the square.\n\n" +- "For I repeat and I insist, and I have always held most strongly, that a tragedy such as yesterday’s is not the less tragic because it " +- "happened in humble life.”\n\n" +- "There was a fitting silence when Miss Lavish had concluded. " +- "Then the cousins wished success to her labours, and walked slowly away across the square.\n\n" - "“She is my idea of a really clever woman,” said Miss Bartlett. “That last remark struck me as so particularly true. " - "It should be a most pathetic novel.”\n\n" - "Lucy assented. At present her great aim was not to get put into it. " - "Her perceptions this morning were curiously keen, and she believed that Miss Lavish had her on trial for an _ingenué_.\n\n" - "“She is emancipated, but only in the very best sense of the word,”\n" - "continued Miss Bartlett slowly. “None but the superficial would be shocked at her. We had a long talk yesterday. " -- "She believes in justice and truth and human interest. She told me also that she has a high opinion of the destiny of woman—Mr. Eager! " -- "Why, how nice! What a pleasant surprise!”\n\n" -- "“Ah, not for me,” said the chaplain blandly, “for I have been watching you and Miss Honeychurch for quite a little time." -- "”\n\n“We were chatting to Miss Lavish.”\n\nHis brow contracted.\n\n" +- "She believes in justice and truth and human interest. She told me also that she has a high opinion of the destiny of woman—Mr. " +- "Eager! Why, how nice! What a pleasant surprise!”\n\n" +- "“Ah, not for me,” said the chaplain blandly, “for I have been watching you and Miss Honeychurch for quite a little " +- "time.”\n\n“We were chatting to Miss Lavish.”\n\nHis brow contracted.\n\n" - "“So I saw. Were you indeed? Andate via! sono occupato!” " -- "The last remark was made to a vender of panoramic photographs who was approaching with a courteous smile. “I am about to venture a suggestion. " +- "The last remark was made to a vender of panoramic photographs who was approaching with a courteous smile. " +- "“I am about to venture a suggestion. " - "Would you and Miss Honeychurch be disposed to join me in a drive some day this week—a drive in the hills? " - "We might go up by Fiesole and back by Settignano.\n" - "There is a point on that road where we could get down and have an hour’s ramble on the hillside. " @@ -978,24 +1039,25 @@ expression: chunks - "Ah, the world is too much for us.”\n\n" - "Miss Bartlett had not heard of Alessio Baldovinetti, but she knew that Mr. Eager was no commonplace chaplain. " - "He was a member of the residential colony who had made Florence their home. " -- "He knew the people who never walked about with Baedekers, who had learnt to take a siesta after lunch, who took drives the pension tourists had never " -- "heard of,\nand saw by private influence galleries which were closed to them.\n" -- "Living in delicate seclusion, some in furnished flats, others in Renaissance villas on Fiesole’s slope, they read, wrote, studied, " -- "and exchanged ideas, thus attaining to that intimate knowledge, or rather perception, of Florence which is denied to all who carry in their pockets the coupons of " -- "Cook.\n\n" +- "He knew the people who never walked about with Baedekers, who had learnt to take a siesta after lunch, who took drives the pension tourists " +- "had never heard of,\nand saw by private influence galleries which were closed to them.\n" +- "Living in delicate seclusion, some in furnished flats, others in Renaissance villas on Fiesole’s slope, they read, wrote, " +- "studied, and exchanged ideas, thus attaining to that intimate knowledge, or rather perception, of Florence which is denied to all who carry in their pockets " +- "the coupons of Cook.\n\n" - "Therefore an invitation from the chaplain was something to be proud of.\n" -- "Between the two sections of his flock he was often the only link, and it was his avowed custom to select those of his migratory sheep who seemed " -- "worthy, and give them a few hours in the pastures of the permanent. Tea at a Renaissance villa? Nothing had been said about it yet. " -- "But if it did come to that—how Lucy would enjoy it!\n\n" -- "A few days ago and Lucy would have felt the same. But the joys of life were grouping themselves anew. A drive in the hills with Mr. " +- "Between the two sections of his flock he was often the only link, and it was his avowed custom to select those of his migratory sheep " +- "who seemed worthy, and give them a few hours in the pastures of the permanent. Tea at a Renaissance villa? " +- "Nothing had been said about it yet. But if it did come to that—how Lucy would enjoy it!\n\n" +- "A few days ago and Lucy would have felt the same. But the joys of life were grouping themselves anew. " +- "A drive in the hills with Mr. " - "Eager and Miss Bartlett—even if culminating in a residential tea-party—was no longer the greatest of them. " - "She echoed the raptures of Charlotte somewhat faintly. Only when she heard that Mr. Beebe was also coming did her thanks become more sincere.\n\n" - "“So we shall be a _partie carrée_,” said the chaplain. " - "“In these days of toil and tumult one has great needs of the country and its message of purity. Andate via! " - "andate presto, presto! Ah, the town! Beautiful as it is, it is the town.”\n\nThey assented.\n\n" - "“This very square—so I am told—witnessed yesterday the most sordid of tragedies. " -- To one who loves the Florence of Dante and Savonarola there is something portentous in such desecration—portentous and humiliating -- ".”\n\n" +- "To one who loves the Florence of Dante and Savonarola there is something portentous in such desecration—portentous and " +- "humiliating.”\n\n" - "“Humiliating indeed,” said Miss Bartlett. “Miss Honeychurch happened to be passing through as it happened. " - "She can hardly bear to speak of it.”\nShe glanced at Lucy proudly.\n\n" - "“And how came we to have you here?” asked the chaplain paternally.\n\n" @@ -1005,14 +1067,16 @@ expression: chunks - "His voice suggested sympathetic reproof but at the same time indicated that a few harrowing details would not be unacceptable. " - "His dark, handsome face drooped mournfully towards her to catch her reply.\n\n“Practically.”\n\n" - "“One of our pension acquaintances kindly brought her home,” said Miss Bartlett, adroitly concealing the sex of the preserver.\n\n" -- "“For her also it must have been a terrible experience. I trust that neither of you was at all—that it was not in your immediate proximity?”\n\n" -- "Of the many things Lucy was noticing to-day, not the least remarkable was this: the ghoulish fashion in which respectable people will nibble after blood" -- ". George Emerson had kept the subject strangely pure.\n\n“He died by the fountain, I believe,” was her reply.\n\n" +- "“For her also it must have been a terrible experience. " +- "I trust that neither of you was at all—that it was not in your immediate proximity?”\n\n" +- "Of the many things Lucy was noticing to-day, not the least remarkable was this: the ghoulish fashion in which respectable people will nibble " +- "after blood. George Emerson had kept the subject strangely pure.\n\n“He died by the fountain, I believe,” was her reply.\n\n" - "“And you and your friend—”\n\n“Were over at the Loggia.”\n\n" - "“That must have saved you much. " -- "You have not, of course, seen the disgraceful illustrations which the gutter Press—This man is a public nuisance; he knows " -- "that I am a resident perfectly well, and yet he goes on worrying me to buy his vulgar views.”\n\n" -- "Surely the vendor of photographs was in league with Lucy—in the eternal league of Italy with youth. He had suddenly extended his book before Miss Bartlett and Mr. " +- "You have not, of course, seen the disgraceful illustrations which the gutter Press—This man is a public nuisance; " +- "he knows that I am a resident perfectly well, and yet he goes on worrying me to buy his vulgar views.”\n\n" +- "Surely the vendor of photographs was in league with Lucy—in the eternal league of Italy with youth. " +- "He had suddenly extended his book before Miss Bartlett and Mr. " - "Eager, binding their hands together by a long glossy ribbon of churches, pictures, and views.\n\n" - "“This is too much!” cried the chaplain, striking petulantly at one of Fra Angelico’s angels. She tore. " - "A shrill cry rose from the vendor. The book it seemed, was more valuable than one would have supposed.\n\n" @@ -1024,19 +1088,20 @@ expression: chunks - "He waited, he gibbered, he was recompensed, he was dissatisfied,\n" - "he did not leave them until he had swept their minds clean of all thoughts whether pleasant or unpleasant.\n\n" - "Shopping was the topic that now ensued. " -- Under the chaplain’s guidance they selected many hideous presents and mementoes—florid little picture-frames that seemed fashioned in gilded pastry -- "; other little frames, more severe, that stood on little easels, and were carven out of oak; a blotting book of vellum; " -- "a Dante of the same material; cheap mosaic brooches, which the maids, next Christmas, would never tell from real; pins, pots, " -- "heraldic saucers, brown art-photographs; Eros and Psyche in alabaster; St. " +- "Under the chaplain’s guidance they selected many hideous presents and mementoes—florid little picture-frames that seemed fashioned in gilded " +- "pastry; other little frames, more severe, that stood on little easels, and were carven out of oak; a blotting book " +- "of vellum; a Dante of the same material; cheap mosaic brooches, which the maids, next Christmas, would never tell from real" +- "; pins, pots, heraldic saucers, brown art-photographs; Eros and Psyche in alabaster; St. " - "Peter to match—all of which would have cost less in London.\n\n" - "This successful morning left no pleasant impressions on Lucy. She had been a little frightened, both by Miss Lavish and by Mr. " - "Eager, she knew not why. And as they frightened her, she had, strangely enough,\n" - "ceased to respect them. She doubted that Miss Lavish was a great artist. She doubted that Mr. " -- "Eager was as full of spirituality and culture as she had been led to suppose. They were tried by some new test, and they were found wanting. " -- "As for Charlotte—as for Charlotte she was exactly the same. It might be possible to be nice to her; it was impossible to love her.\n\n" +- "Eager was as full of spirituality and culture as she had been led to suppose. " +- "They were tried by some new test, and they were found wanting. As for Charlotte—as for Charlotte she was exactly the same. " +- "It might be possible to be nice to her; it was impossible to love her.\n\n" - "“The son of a labourer; I happen to know it for a fact. " -- "A mechanic of some sort himself when he was young; then he took to writing for the Socialistic Press. I came across him at Brixton.”\n\n" -- "They were talking about the Emersons.\n\n" +- "A mechanic of some sort himself when he was young; then he took to writing for the Socialistic Press. " +- "I came across him at Brixton.”\n\nThey were talking about the Emersons.\n\n" - "“How wonderfully people rise in these days!” sighed Miss Bartlett,\nfingering a model of the leaning Tower of Pisa.\n\n" - "“Generally,” replied Mr. Eager, “one has only sympathy for their success. " - "The desire for education and for social advance—in these things there is something not wholly vile. " @@ -1046,8 +1111,9 @@ expression: chunks - "“Dead, Miss Bartlett, dead. " - "I wonder—yes I wonder how he has the effrontery to look me in the face, to dare to claim acquaintance with me. " - "He was in my London parish long ago. The other day in Santa Croce,\n" -- "when he was with Miss Honeychurch, I snubbed him. Let him beware that he does not get more than a snub.”\n\n" -- "“What?” cried Lucy, flushing.\n\n“Exposure!” hissed Mr. Eager.\n\n" +- "when he was with Miss Honeychurch, I snubbed him. " +- "Let him beware that he does not get more than a snub.”\n\n“What?” cried Lucy, flushing.\n\n" +- "“Exposure!” hissed Mr. Eager.\n\n" - "He tried to change the subject; but in scoring a dramatic point he had interested his audience more than he had intended. " - "Miss Bartlett was full of very natural curiosity. " - "Lucy, though she wished never to see the Emersons again, was not disposed to condemn them on a single word.\n\n" @@ -1065,38 +1131,43 @@ expression: chunks - "“Murder, if you want to know,” he cried angrily. “That man murdered his wife!”\n\n“How?” she retorted.\n\n" - "“To all intents and purposes he murdered her. That day in Santa Croce—did they say anything against me?”\n\n" - "“Not a word, Mr. Eager—not a single word.”\n\n" -- "“Oh, I thought they had been libelling me to you. But I suppose it is only their personal charms that makes you defend them.”\n\n" +- "“Oh, I thought they had been libelling me to you. " +- "But I suppose it is only their personal charms that makes you defend them.”\n\n" - "“I’m not defending them,” said Lucy, losing her courage, and relapsing into the old chaotic methods. " - "“They’re nothing to me.”\n\n" -- "“How could you think she was defending them?” said Miss Bartlett, much discomfited by the unpleasant scene. The shopman was possibly listening.\n\n" -- "“She will find it difficult. For that man has murdered his wife in the sight of God.”\n\n" +- "“How could you think she was defending them?” said Miss Bartlett, much discomfited by the unpleasant scene. " +- "The shopman was possibly listening.\n\n“She will find it difficult. For that man has murdered his wife in the sight of God.”\n\n" - "The addition of God was striking. But the chaplain was really trying to qualify a rash remark. " -- "A silence followed which might have been impressive, but was merely awkward. Then Miss Bartlett hastily purchased the Leaning Tower, and led the way into the street.\n\n" +- "A silence followed which might have been impressive, but was merely awkward. " +- "Then Miss Bartlett hastily purchased the Leaning Tower, and led the way into the street.\n\n" - "“I must be going,” said he, shutting his eyes and taking out his watch.\n\n" - "Miss Bartlett thanked him for his kindness, and spoke with enthusiasm of the approaching drive.\n\n“Drive? Oh, is our drive to come off?”\n\n" - "Lucy was recalled to her manners, and after a little exertion the complacency of Mr. Eager was restored.\n\n" - "“Bother the drive!” exclaimed the girl, as soon as he had departed. “It is just the drive we had arranged with Mr. " - "Beebe without any fuss at all. Why should he invite us in that absurd manner? We might as well invite him. " -- "We are each paying for ourselves.”\n\nMiss Bartlett, who had intended to lament over the Emersons, was launched by this remark into unexpected thoughts.\n\n" +- "We are each paying for ourselves.”\n\n" +- "Miss Bartlett, who had intended to lament over the Emersons, was launched by this remark into unexpected thoughts.\n\n" - "“If that is so, dear—if the drive we and Mr. Beebe are going with Mr.\n" -- "Eager is really the same as the one we are going with Mr. Beebe, then I foresee a sad kettle of fish.”\n\n" -- "“How?”\n\n“Because Mr. Beebe has asked Eleanor Lavish to come, too.”\n\n“That will mean another carriage.”\n\n" -- "“Far worse. Mr. Eager does not like Eleanor. She knows it herself. The truth must be told; she is too unconventional for him.”\n\n" +- "Eager is really the same as the one we are going with Mr. " +- "Beebe, then I foresee a sad kettle of fish.”\n\n“How?”\n\n" +- "“Because Mr. Beebe has asked Eleanor Lavish to come, too.”\n\n“That will mean another carriage.”\n\n" +- "“Far worse. Mr. Eager does not like Eleanor. She knows it herself. " +- "The truth must be told; she is too unconventional for him.”\n\n" - "They were now in the newspaper-room at the English bank. " - "Lucy stood by the central table, heedless of Punch and the Graphic, trying to answer,\n" - "or at all events to formulate the questions rioting in her brain. " - "The well-known world had broken up, and there emerged Florence, a magic city where people thought and did the most extraordinary things.\n" - "Murder, accusations of murder, a lady clinging to one man and being rude to another—were these the daily incidents of her streets? " -- "Was there more in her frank beauty than met the eye—the power, perhaps, to evoke passions, good and bad, and to bring them " -- "speedily to a fulfillment?\n\n" -- "Happy Charlotte, who, though greatly troubled over things that did not matter, seemed oblivious to things that did; who could conjecture with admirable delicacy " -- "“where things might lead to,” but apparently lost sight of the goal as she approached it. " -- "Now she was crouching in the corner trying to extract a circular note from a kind of linen nose-bag which hung in chaste concealment round " -- "her neck. " -- "She had been told that this was the only safe way to carry money in Italy; it must only be broached within the walls of the English bank. " -- "As she groped she murmured: “Whether it is Mr. Beebe who forgot to tell Mr. Eager, or Mr.\n" -- "Eager who forgot when he told us, or whether they have decided to leave Eleanor out altogether—which they could scarcely do—but in any case we must " -- "be prepared. It is you they really want; I am only asked for appearances. " +- "Was there more in her frank beauty than met the eye—the power, perhaps, to evoke passions, good and bad, and to " +- "bring them speedily to a fulfillment?\n\n" +- "Happy Charlotte, who, though greatly troubled over things that did not matter, seemed oblivious to things that did; who could conjecture with admirable " +- "delicacy “where things might lead to,” but apparently lost sight of the goal as she approached it. " +- "Now she was crouching in the corner trying to extract a circular note from a kind of linen nose-bag which hung in chaste " +- "concealment round her neck. " +- "She had been told that this was the only safe way to carry money in Italy; it must only be broached within the walls of the English " +- "bank. As she groped she murmured: “Whether it is Mr. Beebe who forgot to tell Mr. Eager, or Mr.\n" +- "Eager who forgot when he told us, or whether they have decided to leave Eleanor out altogether—which they could scarcely do—but in any case " +- "we must be prepared. It is you they really want; I am only asked for appearances. " - "You shall go with the two gentlemen, and I and Eleanor will follow behind. A one-horse carriage would do for us. " - "Yet how difficult it is!”\n\n“It is indeed,” replied the girl, with a gravity that sounded sympathetic.\n\n" - "“What do you think about it?” asked Miss Bartlett, flushed from the struggle, and buttoning up her dress.\n\n" @@ -1106,12 +1177,13 @@ expression: chunks - "“Thank you, Charlotte,” said Lucy, and pondered over the offer.\n\n" - "There were letters for her at the bureau—one from her brother, full of athletics and biology; one from her mother, delightful as only her " - "mother’s letters could be. " -- "She had read in it of the crocuses which had been bought for yellow and were coming up puce, of the new parlour-maid, " -- "who had watered the ferns with essence of lemonade, of the semi-detached cottages which were ruining Summer Street, and breaking the heart of " -- "Sir Harry Otway. " +- "She had read in it of the crocuses which had been bought for yellow and were coming up puce, of the new parlour-" +- "maid, who had watered the ferns with essence of lemonade, of the semi-detached cottages which were ruining Summer Street, and " +- "breaking the heart of Sir Harry Otway. " - "She recalled the free, pleasant life of her home, where she was allowed to do everything, and where nothing ever happened to her. " -- "The road up through the pine-woods, the clean drawing-room, the view over the Sussex Weald—all hung before her bright and distinct, but " -- "pathetic as the pictures in a gallery to which, after much experience, a traveller returns.\n\n“And the news?” asked Miss Bartlett.\n\n" +- "The road up through the pine-woods, the clean drawing-room, the view over the Sussex Weald—all hung before her bright and distinct" +- ", but pathetic as the pictures in a gallery to which, after much experience, a traveller returns.\n\n" +- "“And the news?” asked Miss Bartlett.\n\n" - "“Mrs. Vyse and her son have gone to Rome,” said Lucy, giving the news that interested her least. " - "“Do you know the Vyses?”\n\n" - "“Oh, not that way back. We can never have too much of the dear Piazza Signoria.”\n\n" @@ -1119,8 +1191,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Don’t you long to be in Rome?”\n\n“I die for it!”\n\n" - "The Piazza Signoria is too stony to be brilliant. " - "It has no grass, no flowers, no frescoes, no glittering walls of marble or comforting patches of ruddy brick. " -- "By an odd chance—unless we believe in a presiding genius of places—the statues that relieve its severity suggest, not the innocence of childhood, nor the glorious " -- "bewilderment of youth, but the conscious achievements of maturity. " +- "By an odd chance—unless we believe in a presiding genius of places—the statues that relieve its severity suggest, not the innocence of childhood, nor " +- "the glorious bewilderment of youth, but the conscious achievements of maturity. " - "Perseus and Judith, Hercules and Thusnelda, they have done or suffered something,\n" - "and though they are immortal, immortality has come to them after experience, not before. " - "Here, not only in the solitude of Nature, might a hero meet a goddess, or a heroine a god.\n\n" @@ -1132,22 +1204,24 @@ expression: chunks - "They passed together through the gaunt beauty of the square, laughing over the unpractical suggestion.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter VI The Reverend Arthur Beebe, the Reverend Cuthbert Eager, Mr. Emerson,\n" - "Mr. " -- "George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive Out in Carriages to See a View; Italians Drive Them" -- ".\n\n\n" -- "It was Phaethon who drove them to Fiesole that memorable day, a youth all irresponsibility and fire, recklessly urging his " -- "master’s horses up the stony hill. Mr. Beebe recognized him at once. " +- "George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive Out in Carriages to See a View; Italians " +- "Drive Them.\n\n\n" +- "It was Phaethon who drove them to Fiesole that memorable day, a youth all irresponsibility and fire, recklessly " +- "urging his master’s horses up the stony hill. Mr. Beebe recognized him at once. " - "Neither the Ages of Faith nor the Age of Doubt had touched him; he was Phaethon in Tuscany driving a cab. " -- "And it was Persephone whom he asked leave to pick up on the way, saying that she was his sister—Persephone, tall and slender and " -- "pale, returning with the Spring to her mother’s cottage, and still shading her eyes from the unaccustomed light. " -- "To her Mr. Eager objected, saying that here was the thin edge of the wedge, and one must guard against imposition. " -- "But the ladies interceded, and when it had been made clear that it was a very great favour, the goddess was allowed to mount beside the god.\n\n" -- "Phaethon at once slipped the left rein over her head, thus enabling himself to drive with his arm round her waist. She did not mind. " -- "Mr.\n" +- "And it was Persephone whom he asked leave to pick up on the way, saying that she was his sister—Persephone, tall and " +- "slender and pale, returning with the Spring to her mother’s cottage, and still shading her eyes from the unaccustomed light" +- ". To her Mr. Eager objected, saying that here was the thin edge of the wedge, and one must guard against imposition. " +- "But the ladies interceded, and when it had been made clear that it was a very great favour, the goddess was allowed to mount beside the god" +- ".\n\n" +- "Phaethon at once slipped the left rein over her head, thus enabling himself to drive with his arm round her waist. " +- "She did not mind. Mr.\n" - "Eager, who sat with his back to the horses, saw nothing of the indecorous proceeding, and continued his conversation with Lucy. " - "The other two occupants of the carriage were old Mr. Emerson and Miss Lavish. For a dreadful thing had happened: Mr. " - "Beebe, without consulting Mr. Eager, had doubled the size of the party. " -- "And though Miss Bartlett and Miss Lavish had planned all the morning how the people were to sit, at the critical moment when the carriages came round they lost " -- "their heads, and Miss Lavish got in with Lucy, while Miss Bartlett, with George Emerson and Mr. Beebe, followed on behind.\n\n" +- "And though Miss Bartlett and Miss Lavish had planned all the morning how the people were to sit, at the critical moment when the carriages came round " +- "they lost their heads, and Miss Lavish got in with Lucy, while Miss Bartlett, with George Emerson and Mr. " +- "Beebe, followed on behind.\n\n" - "It was hard on the poor chaplain to have his _partie carrée_ thus transformed. " - "Tea at a Renaissance villa, if he had ever meditated it,\n" - "was now impossible. Lucy and Miss Bartlett had a certain style about them, and Mr. Beebe, though unreliable, was a man of parts. " @@ -1156,33 +1230,36 @@ expression: chunks - "Eager, repressive towards Miss Lavish, watchful of old Mr. Emerson, hitherto fortunately asleep,\n" - "thanks to a heavy lunch and the drowsy atmosphere of Spring. She looked on the expedition as the work of Fate. " - "But for it she would have avoided George Emerson successfully. In an open manner he had shown that he wished to continue their intimacy. " -- "She had refused, not because she disliked him, but because she did not know what had happened, and suspected that he did know. And this frightened her.\n\n" +- "She had refused, not because she disliked him, but because she did not know what had happened, and suspected that he did know. " +- "And this frightened her.\n\n" - "For the real event—whatever it was—had taken place, not in the Loggia,\n" - "but by the river. To behave wildly at the sight of death is pardonable.\n" -- "But to discuss it afterwards, to pass from discussion into silence, and through silence into sympathy, that is an error, not of a startled emotion, but of " -- "the whole fabric. " -- "There was really something blameworthy (she thought) in their joint contemplation of the shadowy stream, in the common impulse which had turned them to the " -- "house without the passing of a look or word. This sense of wickedness had been slight at first. " -- "She had nearly joined the party to the Torre del Gallo. But each time that she avoided George it became more imperative that she should avoid him again. " -- "And now celestial irony, working through her cousin and two clergymen, did not suffer her to leave Florence till she had made this expedition with him through the hills" -- ".\n\nMeanwhile Mr. Eager held her in civil converse; their little tiff was over.\n\n" -- "“So, Miss Honeychurch, you are travelling? As a student of art?”\n\n“Oh, dear me, no—oh, no!”\n\n" +- "But to discuss it afterwards, to pass from discussion into silence, and through silence into sympathy, that is an error, not of a startled emotion, " +- "but of the whole fabric. " +- "There was really something blameworthy (she thought) in their joint contemplation of the shadowy stream, in the common impulse which had turned them " +- "to the house without the passing of a look or word. This sense of wickedness had been slight at first. " +- "She had nearly joined the party to the Torre del Gallo. " +- "But each time that she avoided George it became more imperative that she should avoid him again. " +- "And now celestial irony, working through her cousin and two clergymen, did not suffer her to leave Florence till she had made this expedition with him through " +- "the hills.\n\nMeanwhile Mr. Eager held her in civil converse; their little tiff was over.\n\n" +- "“So, Miss Honeychurch, you are travelling? As a student of art?”\n\n" +- "“Oh, dear me, no—oh, no!”\n\n" - "“Perhaps as a student of human nature,” interposed Miss Lavish, “like myself?”\n\n" - "“Oh, no. I am here as a tourist.”\n\n" - "“Oh, indeed,” said Mr. Eager. “Are you indeed? " -- "If you will not think me rude, we residents sometimes pity you poor tourists not a little—handed about like a parcel of goods from Venice to Florence, from " -- "Florence to Rome, living herded together in pensions or hotels, quite unconscious of anything that is outside Baedeker, their one anxiety to get ‘done" -- "’\n" +- "If you will not think me rude, we residents sometimes pity you poor tourists not a little—handed about like a parcel of goods from Venice to Florence" +- ", from Florence to Rome, living herded together in pensions or hotels, quite unconscious of anything that is outside Baedeker, their one anxiety " +- "to get ‘done’\n" - "or ‘through’ and go on somewhere else. " - "The result is, they mix up towns, rivers, palaces in one inextricable whirl. " - "You know the American girl in Punch who says: ‘Say, poppa, what did we see at Rome?’ " -- "And the father replies: ‘Why, guess Rome was the place where we saw the yaller dog.’ There’s travelling for you. Ha! " -- "ha! ha!”\n\n" +- "And the father replies: ‘Why, guess Rome was the place where we saw the yaller dog.’ There’s travelling for you. " +- "Ha! ha! ha!”\n\n" - "“I quite agree,” said Miss Lavish, who had several times tried to interrupt his mordant wit. " - "“The narrowness and superficiality of the Anglo-Saxon tourist is nothing less than a menace.”\n\n" - "“Quite so. " -- "Now, the English colony at Florence, Miss Honeychurch—and it is of considerable size, though, of course, not all equally—a few are here " -- "for trade, for example. But the greater part are students. Lady Helen Laverstock is at present busy over Fra Angelico. " +- "Now, the English colony at Florence, Miss Honeychurch—and it is of considerable size, though, of course, not all equally—a few " +- "are here for trade, for example. But the greater part are students. Lady Helen Laverstock is at present busy over Fra Angelico. " - "I mention her name because we are passing her villa on the left. " - "No, you can only see it if you stand—no, do not stand; you will fall. She is very proud of that thick hedge. " - "Inside, perfect seclusion. One might have gone back six hundred years. " @@ -1192,26 +1269,27 @@ expression: chunks - "Someone Something, an American of the best type—so rare!—and that the Somebody Elses were farther down the hill. " - "“Doubtless you know her monographs in the series of ‘Mediæval Byways’? " - "He is working at Gemistus Pletho. " -- "Sometimes as I take tea in their beautiful grounds I hear, over the wall, the electric tram squealing up the new road with its loads of hot, " -- "dusty, unintelligent tourists who are going to ‘do’\n" -- "Fiesole in an hour in order that they may say they have been there, and I think—think—I think how little they think what lies so " -- "near them.”\n\n" +- "Sometimes as I take tea in their beautiful grounds I hear, over the wall, the electric tram squealing up the new road with its loads of " +- "hot, dusty, unintelligent tourists who are going to ‘do’\n" +- "Fiesole in an hour in order that they may say they have been there, and I think—think—I think how little they think what " +- "lies so near them.”\n\n" - "During this speech the two figures on the box were sporting with each other disgracefully. Lucy had a spasm of envy. " - "Granted that they wished to misbehave, it was pleasant for them to be able to do so. " - "They were probably the only people enjoying the expedition. " - "The carriage swept with agonizing jolts up through the Piazza of Fiesole and into the Settignano road.\n\n" - "“Piano! piano!” said Mr. Eager, elegantly waving his hand over his head.\n\n" -- "“Va bene, signore, va bene, va bene,” crooned the driver, and whipped his horses up again" -- ".\n\n" +- "“Va bene, signore, va bene, va bene,” crooned the driver, and whipped his horses " +- "up again.\n\n" - "Now Mr. Eager and Miss Lavish began to talk against each other on the subject of Alessio Baldovinetti. " - "Was he a cause of the Renaissance, or was he one of its manifestations? The other carriage was left behind.\n" -- "As the pace increased to a gallop the large, slumbering form of Mr.\nEmerson was thrown against the chaplain with the regularity of a machine.\n\n" +- "As the pace increased to a gallop the large, slumbering form of Mr.\n" +- "Emerson was thrown against the chaplain with the regularity of a machine.\n\n" - "“Piano! piano!” said he, with a martyred look at Lucy.\n\n" - "An extra lurch made him turn angrily in his seat. " - "Phaethon, who for some time had been endeavouring to kiss Persephone, had just succeeded.\n\n" - "A little scene ensued, which, as Miss Bartlett said afterwards, was most unpleasant. " -- "The horses were stopped, the lovers were ordered to disentangle themselves, the boy was to lose his _pourboire_, the girl was immediately " -- "to get down.\n\n“She is my sister,” said he, turning round on them with piteous eyes.\n\n" +- "The horses were stopped, the lovers were ordered to disentangle themselves, the boy was to lose his _pourboire_, the girl " +- "was immediately to get down.\n\n“She is my sister,” said he, turning round on them with piteous eyes.\n\n" - "Mr. Eager took the trouble to tell him that he was a liar.\n\n" - "Phaethon hung down his head, not at the matter of the accusation, but at its manner. At this point Mr. " - "Emerson, whom the shock of stopping had awoke, declared that the lovers must on no account be separated,\n" @@ -1225,8 +1303,8 @@ expression: chunks - "The other carriage had drawn up behind, and sensible Mr. Beebe called out that after this warning the couple would be sure to behave themselves properly.\n\n" - "“Leave them alone,” Mr. Emerson begged the chaplain, of whom he stood in no awe. " - "“Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there? " -- "To be driven by lovers—A king might envy us, and if we part them it’s more like sacrilege than anything I know.”\n\n" -- "Here the voice of Miss Bartlett was heard saying that a crowd had begun to collect.\n\n" +- "To be driven by lovers—A king might envy us, and if we part them it’s more like sacrilege than anything I know" +- ".”\n\nHere the voice of Miss Bartlett was heard saying that a crowd had begun to collect.\n\n" - "Mr. Eager, who suffered from an over-fluent tongue rather than a resolute will, was determined to make himself heard. " - "He addressed the driver again. Italian in the mouth of Italians is a deep-voiced stream,\n" - "with unexpected cataracts and boulders to preserve it from monotony. In Mr. " @@ -1247,10 +1325,11 @@ expression: chunks - "“That I deny. It was as restful as sleeping. Aha! he is jolting us now.\n" - "Can you wonder? He would like to throw us out, and most certainly he is justified. " - "And if I were superstitious I’d be frightened of the girl,\n" -- "too. It doesn’t do to injure young people. Have you ever heard of Lorenzo de Medici?”\n\nMiss Lavish bristled.\n\n" +- "too. It doesn’t do to injure young people. Have you ever heard of Lorenzo de Medici?”\n\n" +- "Miss Lavish bristled.\n\n" - "“Most certainly I have. " -- "Do you refer to Lorenzo il Magnifico, or to Lorenzo, Duke of Urbino, or to Lorenzo surnamed Lorenzino on account " -- "of his diminutive stature?”\n\n" +- "Do you refer to Lorenzo il Magnifico, or to Lorenzo, Duke of Urbino, or to Lorenzo surnamed Lorenzino " +- "on account of his diminutive stature?”\n\n" - "“The Lord knows. Possibly he does know, for I refer to Lorenzo the poet. " - "He wrote a line—so I heard yesterday—which runs like this: ‘Don’t go fighting against the Spring.’”\n\n" - "Mr. Eager could not resist the opportunity for erudition.\n\n" @@ -1259,7 +1338,8 @@ expression: chunks - "He pointed to the Val d’Arno, which was visible far below them, through the budding trees.\n" - "“Fifty miles of Spring, and we’ve come up to admire them. " - "Do you suppose there’s any difference between Spring in nature and Spring in man? " -- "But there we go, praising the one and condemning the other as improper, ashamed that the same laws work eternally through both.”\n\n" +- "But there we go, praising the one and condemning the other as improper, ashamed that the same laws work eternally through both." +- "”\n\n" - "No one encouraged him to talk. Presently Mr. " - "Eager gave a signal for the carriages to stop and marshalled the party for their ramble on the hill. " - "A hollow like a great amphitheatre, full of terraced steps and misty olives, now lay between them and the heights of " @@ -1267,32 +1347,36 @@ expression: chunks - "It was this promontory, uncultivated,\n" - "wet, covered with bushes and occasional trees, which had caught the fancy of Alessio Baldovinetti nearly five hundred years before. " - "He had ascended it, that diligent and rather obscure master, possibly with an eye to business, possibly for the joy of ascending. " -- "Standing there, he had seen that view of the Val d’Arno and distant Florence, which he afterwards had introduced not very effectively into his work. " -- "But where exactly had he stood? That was the question which Mr. Eager hoped to solve now. " +- "Standing there, he had seen that view of the Val d’Arno and distant Florence, which he afterwards had introduced not very effectively into his work" +- ". But where exactly had he stood? That was the question which Mr. Eager hoped to solve now. " - "And Miss Lavish, whose nature was attracted by anything problematical, had become equally enthusiastic.\n\n" -- "But it is not easy to carry the pictures of Alessio Baldovinetti in your head, even if you have remembered to look at them before starting" -- ".\nAnd the haze in the valley increased the difficulty of the quest.\n\n" -- "The party sprang about from tuft to tuft of grass, their anxiety to keep together being only equalled by their desire to go different directions. " -- "Finally they split into groups. " -- "Lucy clung to Miss Bartlett and Miss Lavish; the Emersons returned to hold laborious converse with the drivers; while the two clergymen, who " -- "were expected to have topics in common, were left to each other.\n\n" +- "But it is not easy to carry the pictures of Alessio Baldovinetti in your head, even if you have remembered to look at them " +- "before starting.\nAnd the haze in the valley increased the difficulty of the quest.\n\n" +- "The party sprang about from tuft to tuft of grass, their anxiety to keep together being only equalled by their desire to go different " +- "directions. Finally they split into groups. " +- Lucy clung to Miss Bartlett and Miss Lavish; the Emersons returned to hold laborious converse with the drivers; while the two clergymen +- ", who were expected to have topics in common, were left to each other.\n\n" - "The two elder ladies soon threw off the mask. " - "In the audible whisper that was now so familiar to Lucy they began to discuss, not Alessio Baldovinetti, but the drive. " -- "Miss Bartlett had asked Mr. George Emerson what his profession was, and he had answered “the railway.” She was very sorry that she had asked him. " +- "Miss Bartlett had asked Mr. George Emerson what his profession was, and he had answered “the railway.” " +- "She was very sorry that she had asked him. " - "She had no idea that it would be such a dreadful answer, or she would not have asked him. Mr. " - "Beebe had turned the conversation so cleverly, and she hoped that the young man was not very much hurt at her asking him.\n\n" - "“The railway!” gasped Miss Lavish. “Oh, but I shall die! Of course it was the railway!” " - "She could not control her mirth. “He is the image of a porter—on, on the South-Eastern.”\n\n" -- "“Eleanor, be quiet,” plucking at her vivacious companion. “Hush!\nThey’ll hear—the Emersons—”\n\n" -- "“I can’t stop. Let me go my wicked way. A porter—”\n\n“Eleanor!”\n\n" +- "“Eleanor, be quiet,” plucking at her vivacious companion. “Hush!\n" +- "They’ll hear—the Emersons—”\n\n“I can’t stop. Let me go my wicked way. A porter—”\n\n" +- "“Eleanor!”\n\n" - "“I’m sure it’s all right,” put in Lucy. " -- "“The Emersons won’t hear, and they wouldn’t mind if they did.”\n\nMiss Lavish did not seem pleased at this.\n\n" +- "“The Emersons won’t hear, and they wouldn’t mind if they did.”\n\n" +- "Miss Lavish did not seem pleased at this.\n\n" - "“Miss Honeychurch listening!” she said rather crossly. “Pouf! Wouf! You naughty girl! Go away!”\n\n" - "“Oh, Lucy, you ought to be with Mr. Eager, I’m sure.”\n\n" - "“I can’t find them now, and I don’t want to either.”\n\n" - "“Mr. Eager will be offended. It is your party.”\n\n“Please, I’d rather stop here with you.”\n\n" -- "“No, I agree,” said Miss Lavish. “It’s like a school feast; the boys have got separated from the girls. " -- "Miss Lucy, you are to go. We wish to converse on high topics unsuited for your ear.”\n\n" +- "“No, I agree,” said Miss Lavish. " +- "“It’s like a school feast; the boys have got separated from the girls. Miss Lucy, you are to go. " +- "We wish to converse on high topics unsuited for your ear.”\n\n" - "The girl was stubborn. As her time at Florence drew to its close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent. " - "Such a one was Miss Lavish, and such for the moment was Charlotte. " - "She wished she had not called attention to herself; they were both annoyed at her remark and seemed determined to get rid of her.\n\n" @@ -1304,16 +1388,17 @@ expression: chunks - "She sat on one; who was to sit on the other?\n\n" - "“Lucy; without a moment’s doubt, Lucy. The ground will do for me.\n" - "Really I have not had rheumatism for years. If I do feel it coming on I shall stand. " -- "Imagine your mother’s feelings if I let you sit in the wet in your white linen.” She sat down heavily where the ground looked particularly moist. " -- "“Here we are, all settled delightfully. Even if my dress is thinner it will not show so much, being brown. Sit down, dear;\n" +- "Imagine your mother’s feelings if I let you sit in the wet in your white linen.” " +- "She sat down heavily where the ground looked particularly moist. “Here we are, all settled delightfully. " +- "Even if my dress is thinner it will not show so much, being brown. Sit down, dear;\n" - "you are too unselfish; you don’t assert yourself enough.” She cleared her throat. " -- "“Now don’t be alarmed; this isn’t a cold. It’s the tiniest cough, and I have had it three days. " -- "It’s nothing to do with sitting here at all.”\n\n" +- "“Now don’t be alarmed; this isn’t a cold. " +- "It’s the tiniest cough, and I have had it three days. It’s nothing to do with sitting here at all.”\n\n" - "There was only one way of treating the situation. At the end of five minutes Lucy departed in search of Mr. Beebe and Mr. " - "Eager, vanquished by the mackintosh square.\n\n" - "She addressed herself to the drivers, who were sprawling in the carriages, perfuming the cushions with cigars. " -- "The miscreant, a bony young man scorched black by the sun, rose to greet her with the courtesy of a host and the assurance of " -- "a relative.\n\n“Dove?” said Lucy, after much anxious thought.\n\n" +- "The miscreant, a bony young man scorched black by the sun, rose to greet her with the courtesy of a host and the " +- "assurance of a relative.\n\n“Dove?” said Lucy, after much anxious thought.\n\n" - "His face lit up. Of course he knew where. Not so far either. His arm swept three-fourths of the horizon. " - "He should just think he did know where. " - "He pressed his finger-tips to his forehead and then pushed them towards her, as if oozing with visible extract of knowledge.\n\n" @@ -1322,18 +1407,20 @@ expression: chunks - "“Uno—piu—piccolo,” was her next remark, implying “Has the cigar been given to you by Mr. " - "Beebe, the smaller of the two good men?”\n\n" - "She was correct as usual. " -- "He tied the horse to a tree, kicked it to make it stay quiet, dusted the carriage, arranged his hair, remoulded his hat, " -- "encouraged his moustache, and in rather less than a quarter of a minute was ready to conduct her. Italians are born knowing the way.\n" -- "It would seem that the whole earth lay before them, not as a map, but as a chess-board, whereon they continually behold the changing pieces " -- "as well as the squares. Any one can find places, but the finding of people is a gift from God.\n\n" +- "He tied the horse to a tree, kicked it to make it stay quiet, dusted the carriage, arranged his hair, remoulded his " +- "hat, encouraged his moustache, and in rather less than a quarter of a minute was ready to conduct her. " +- "Italians are born knowing the way.\n" +- "It would seem that the whole earth lay before them, not as a map, but as a chess-board, whereon they continually behold the " +- "changing pieces as well as the squares. Any one can find places, but the finding of people is a gift from God.\n\n" - "He only stopped once, to pick her some great blue violets. She thanked him with real pleasure. " - "In the company of this common man the world was beautiful and direct. For the first time she felt the influence of Spring. " -- "His arm swept the horizon gracefully; violets, like other things, existed in great profusion there; “would she like to see them?”\n\n" -- "“Ma buoni uomini.”\n\n" +- "His arm swept the horizon gracefully; violets, like other things, existed in great profusion there; “would she like to see them?" +- "”\n\n“Ma buoni uomini.”\n\n" - "He bowed. Certainly. Good men first, violets afterwards. They proceeded briskly through the undergrowth, which became thicker and thicker. " -- "They were nearing the edge of the promontory, and the view was stealing round them, but the brown network of the bushes shattered it into countless pieces" -- ". He was occupied in his cigar, and in holding back the pliant boughs. She was rejoicing in her escape from dullness. " -- "Not a step, not a twig, was unimportant to her.\n\n“What is that?”\n\n" +- "They were nearing the edge of the promontory, and the view was stealing round them, but the brown network of the bushes shattered it into " +- "countless pieces. He was occupied in his cigar, and in holding back the pliant boughs. " +- "She was rejoicing in her escape from dullness. Not a step, not a twig, was unimportant to her.\n\n" +- "“What is that?”\n\n" - "There was a voice in the wood, in the distance behind them. The voice of Mr. Eager? He shrugged his shoulders. " - "An Italian’s ignorance is sometimes more remarkable than his knowledge. She could not make him understand that perhaps they had missed the clergymen. " - "The view was forming at last; she could discern the river, the golden plain, other hills.\n\n“Eccolo!” he exclaimed.\n\n" @@ -1341,10 +1428,10 @@ expression: chunks - "She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end.\n\n" - "“Courage!” cried her companion, now standing some six feet above.\n“Courage and love.”\n\n" - "She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view,\n" -- "and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems " -- "collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. " -- "But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the " -- "earth.\n\n" +- "and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the " +- "tree stems collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. " +- "But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to " +- "water the earth.\n\n" - "Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man.\n" - "But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone.\n\n" - "George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. " @@ -1353,46 +1440,51 @@ expression: chunks - "Before she could speak, almost before she could feel, a voice called,\n" - "“Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!” The silence of life had been broken by Miss Bartlett who stood brown against the view.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter VII They Return\n\n\n" -- "Some complicated game had been playing up and down the hillside all the afternoon. What it was and exactly how the players had sided, Lucy was slow to discover. " -- "Mr. Eager had met them with a questioning eye.\n" +- "Some complicated game had been playing up and down the hillside all the afternoon. " +- "What it was and exactly how the players had sided, Lucy was slow to discover. Mr. Eager had met them with a questioning eye.\n" - "Charlotte had repulsed him with much small talk. Mr. Emerson, seeking his son, was told whereabouts to find him. Mr. " - "Beebe, who wore the heated aspect of a neutral, was bidden to collect the factions for the return home. " - "There was a general sense of groping and bewilderment. " -- "Pan had been amongst them—not the great god Pan, who has been buried these two thousand years, but the little god Pan, who presides over " -- "social contretemps and unsuccessful picnics. Mr. " +- "Pan had been amongst them—not the great god Pan, who has been buried these two thousand years, but the little god Pan, who " +- "presides over social contretemps and unsuccessful picnics. Mr. " - "Beebe had lost everyone, and had consumed in solitude the tea-basket which he had brought up as a pleasant surprise. " - "Miss Lavish had lost Miss Bartlett. Lucy had lost Mr. Eager. Mr. Emerson had lost George. " - "Miss Bartlett had lost a mackintosh square. Phaethon had lost the game.\n\n" -- "That last fact was undeniable. He climbed on to the box shivering, with his collar up, prophesying the swift approach of bad weather. " +- "That last fact was undeniable. " +- "He climbed on to the box shivering, with his collar up, prophesying the swift approach of bad weather. " - "“Let us go immediately,” he told them. “The signorino will walk.”\n\n" - "“All the way? He will be hours,” said Mr. Beebe.\n\n" -- "“Apparently. I told him it was unwise.” He would look no one in the face; perhaps defeat was particularly mortifying for him. " +- "“Apparently. I told him it was unwise.” " +- "He would look no one in the face; perhaps defeat was particularly mortifying for him. " - "He alone had played skilfully, using the whole of his instinct, while the others had used scraps of their intelligence. " - "He alone had divined what things were, and what he wished them to be. " - "He alone had interpreted the message that Lucy had received five days before from the lips of a dying man. " - "Persephone, who spends half her life in the grave—she could interpret it also. Not so these English. They gain knowledge slowly,\n" - "and perhaps too late.\n\n" -- "The thoughts of a cab-driver, however just, seldom affect the lives of his employers. He was the most competent of Miss Bartlett’s opponents,\n" +- "The thoughts of a cab-driver, however just, seldom affect the lives of his employers. " +- "He was the most competent of Miss Bartlett’s opponents,\n" - "but infinitely the least dangerous. Once back in the town, he and his insight and his knowledge would trouble English ladies no more. " - "Of course, it was most unpleasant; she had seen his black head in the bushes; he might make a tavern story out of it. " - "But after all, what have we to do with taverns? Real menace belongs to the drawing-room. " - "It was of drawing-room people that Miss Bartlett thought as she journeyed downwards towards the fading sun. Lucy sat beside her; Mr. " - "Eager sat opposite, trying to catch her eye; he was vaguely suspicious. They spoke of Alessio Baldovinetti.\n\n" - "Rain and darkness came on together. The two ladies huddled together under an inadequate parasol. " -- "There was a lightning flash, and Miss Lavish who was nervous, screamed from the carriage in front. At the next flash, Lucy screamed also. " -- "Mr. Eager addressed her professionally:\n\n" -- "“Courage, Miss Honeychurch, courage and faith. If I might say so, there is something almost blasphemous in this horror of the elements. " -- "Are we seriously to suppose that all these clouds, all this immense electrical display, is simply called into existence to extinguish you or me?”\n\n" -- "“No—of course—”\n\n" +- "There was a lightning flash, and Miss Lavish who was nervous, screamed from the carriage in front. " +- "At the next flash, Lucy screamed also. Mr. Eager addressed her professionally:\n\n" +- "“Courage, Miss Honeychurch, courage and faith. " +- "If I might say so, there is something almost blasphemous in this horror of the elements. " +- "Are we seriously to suppose that all these clouds, all this immense electrical display, is simply called into existence to extinguish you or me?" +- "”\n\n“No—of course—”\n\n" - "“Even from the scientific standpoint the chances against our being struck are enormous. " - "The steel knives, the only articles which might attract the current, are in the other carriage. " - "And, in any case, we are infinitely safer than if we were walking. Courage—courage and faith.”\n\n" - "Under the rug, Lucy felt the kindly pressure of her cousin’s hand. " -- "At times our need for a sympathetic gesture is so great that we care not what exactly it signifies or how much we may have to pay for it afterwards. " -- "Miss Bartlett, by this timely exercise of her muscles,\ngained more than she would have got in hours of preaching or cross examination.\n\n" +- "At times our need for a sympathetic gesture is so great that we care not what exactly it signifies or how much we may have to pay for it " +- "afterwards. Miss Bartlett, by this timely exercise of her muscles,\ngained more than she would have got in hours of preaching or cross examination.\n\n" - "She renewed it when the two carriages stopped, half into Florence.\n\n" - "“Mr. Eager!” called Mr. Beebe. “We want your assistance. Will you interpret for us?”\n\n" -- "“George!” cried Mr. Emerson. “Ask your driver which way George went.\nThe boy may lose his way. He may be killed.”\n\n" +- "“George!” cried Mr. Emerson. “Ask your driver which way George went.\n" +- "The boy may lose his way. He may be killed.”\n\n" - "“Go, Mr. Eager,” said Miss Bartlett, “don’t ask our driver; our driver is no help. " - "Go and support poor Mr. Beebe—, he is nearly demented.”\n\n" - "“He may be killed!” cried the old man. “He may be killed!”\n\n" @@ -1400,13 +1492,15 @@ expression: chunks - "“In the presence of reality that kind of person invariably breaks down.”\n\n" - "“What does he know?” whispered Lucy as soon as they were alone.\n“Charlotte, how much does Mr. Eager know?”\n\n" - "“Nothing, dearest; he knows nothing. But—” she pointed at the driver—“_he_ knows everything. " -- "Dearest, had we better? Shall I?” She took out her purse. “It is dreadful to be entangled with low-class people. " -- "He saw it all.” Tapping Phaethon’s back with her guide-book,\n" +- "Dearest, had we better? Shall I?” She took out her purse. " +- "“It is dreadful to be entangled with low-class people. He saw it all.” " +- "Tapping Phaethon’s back with her guide-book,\n" - "she said, “Silenzio!” and offered him a franc.\n\n" - "“Va bene,” he replied, and accepted it. As well this ending to his day as any. " - "But Lucy, a mortal maid, was disappointed in him.\n\n" - "There was an explosion up the road. The storm had struck the overhead wire of the tramline, and one of the great supports had fallen. " -- "If they had not stopped perhaps they might have been hurt. They chose to regard it as a miraculous preservation, and the floods of love and sincerity,\n" +- "If they had not stopped perhaps they might have been hurt. " +- "They chose to regard it as a miraculous preservation, and the floods of love and sincerity,\n" - "which fructify every hour of life, burst forth in tumult. They descended from the carriages; they embraced each other. " - "It was as joyful to be forgiven past unworthinesses as to forgive them. For a moment they realized vast possibilities of good.\n\n" - "The older people recovered quickly. In the very height of their emotion they knew it to be unmanly or unladylike. " @@ -1418,8 +1512,8 @@ expression: chunks - "“I have been obstinate and silly—worse than you know, far worse. " - "Once by the river—Oh, but he isn’t killed—he wouldn’t be killed, would he?”\n\n" - "The thought disturbed her repentance. " -- "As a matter of fact, the storm was worst along the road; but she had been near danger, and so she thought it must be near to everyone.\n\n" -- "“I trust not. One would always pray against that.”\n\n" +- "As a matter of fact, the storm was worst along the road; but she had been near danger, and so she thought it must be near to " +- "everyone.\n\n“I trust not. One would always pray against that.”\n\n" - "“He is really—I think he was taken by surprise, just as I was before.\n" - "But this time I’m not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. " - "No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. I had silly thoughts. " @@ -1429,14 +1523,17 @@ expression: chunks - "Miss Bartlett was silent. Indeed, she had little more to learn. With a certain amount of insight she drew her young cousin affectionately to her. " - "All the way back Lucy’s body was shaken by deep sighs, which nothing could repress.\n\n" - "“I want to be truthful,” she whispered. “It is so hard to be absolutely truthful.”\n\n" -- "“Don’t be troubled, dearest. Wait till you are calmer. We will talk it over before bed-time in my room.”\n\n" +- "“Don’t be troubled, dearest. Wait till you are calmer. " +- "We will talk it over before bed-time in my room.”\n\n" - "So they re-entered the city with hands clasped. It was a shock to the girl to find how far emotion had ebbed in others. " - "The storm had ceased,\n" - "and Mr. Emerson was easier about his son. Mr. Beebe had regained good humour, and Mr. " -- "Eager was already snubbing Miss Lavish. Charlotte alone she was sure of—Charlotte, whose exterior concealed so much insight and love.\n\n" -- "The luxury of self-exposure kept her almost happy through the long evening. She thought not so much of what had happened as of how she should describe it. " -- "All her sensations, her spasms of courage, her moments of unreasonable joy, her mysterious discontent, should be carefully laid before her " -- "cousin. And together in divine confidence they would disentangle and interpret them all.\n\n" +- "Eager was already snubbing Miss Lavish. " +- "Charlotte alone she was sure of—Charlotte, whose exterior concealed so much insight and love.\n\n" +- "The luxury of self-exposure kept her almost happy through the long evening. " +- "She thought not so much of what had happened as of how she should describe it. " +- "All her sensations, her spasms of courage, her moments of unreasonable joy, her mysterious discontent, should be carefully laid " +- "before her cousin. And together in divine confidence they would disentangle and interpret them all.\n\n" - "“At last,” thought she, “I shall understand myself. " - "I shan’t again be troubled by things that come out of nothing, and mean I don’t know what.”\n\n" - "Miss Alan asked her to play. She refused vehemently. Music seemed to her the employment of a child. " @@ -1444,13 +1541,15 @@ expression: chunks - "When it was over she capped it by a story of her own. Lucy became rather hysterical with the delay. " - "In vain she tried to check, or at all events to accelerate, the tale. " - "It was not till a late hour that Miss Bartlett had recovered her luggage and could say in her usual tone of gentle reproach:\n\n" -- "“Well, dear, I at all events am ready for Bedfordshire. Come into my room, and I will give a good brush to your hair.”\n\n" -- "With some solemnity the door was shut, and a cane chair placed for the girl. Then Miss Bartlett said “So what is to be done?”\n\n" +- "“Well, dear, I at all events am ready for Bedfordshire. " +- "Come into my room, and I will give a good brush to your hair.”\n\n" +- "With some solemnity the door was shut, and a cane chair placed for the girl. " +- "Then Miss Bartlett said “So what is to be done?”\n\n" - "She was unprepared for the question. It had not occurred to her that she would have to do anything. " - "A detailed exhibition of her emotions was all that she had counted upon.\n\n" - "“What is to be done? A point, dearest, which you alone can settle.”\n\n" -- "The rain was streaming down the black windows, and the great room felt damp and chilly, One candle burnt trembling on the chest of drawers close to Miss " -- "Bartlett’s toque, which cast monstrous and fantastic shadows on the bolted door. " +- "The rain was streaming down the black windows, and the great room felt damp and chilly, One candle burnt trembling on the chest of drawers close to " +- "Miss Bartlett’s toque, which cast monstrous and fantastic shadows on the bolted door. " - "A tram roared by in the dark, and Lucy felt unaccountably sad, though she had long since dried her eyes. " - "She lifted them to the ceiling, where the griffins and bassoons were colourless and vague, the very ghosts of joy.\n\n" - "“It has been raining for nearly four hours,” she said at last.\n\nMiss Bartlett ignored the remark.\n\n" @@ -1458,41 +1557,46 @@ expression: chunks - "Lucy began to pace up and down the room.\n\n“I don’t understand,” she said at last.\n\n" - "She understood very well, but she no longer wished to be absolutely truthful.\n\n“How are you going to stop him talking about it?”\n\n" - "“I have a feeling that talk is a thing he will never do.”\n\n" -- "“I, too, intend to judge him charitably. But unfortunately I have met the type before. They seldom keep their exploits to themselves.”\n\n" -- "“Exploits?” cried Lucy, wincing under the horrible plural.\n\n" -- "“My poor dear, did you suppose that this was his first? Come here and listen to me. I am only gathering it from his own remarks. " +- "“I, too, intend to judge him charitably. But unfortunately I have met the type before. " +- "They seldom keep their exploits to themselves.”\n\n“Exploits?” cried Lucy, wincing under the horrible plural.\n\n" +- "“My poor dear, did you suppose that this was his first? Come here and listen to me. " +- "I am only gathering it from his own remarks. " - "Do you remember that day at lunch when he argued with Miss Alan that liking one person is an extra reason for liking another?”\n\n" - "“Yes,” said Lucy, whom at the time the argument had pleased.\n\n" - "“Well, I am no prude. There is no need to call him a wicked young man,\n" -- "but obviously he is thoroughly unrefined. Let us put it down to his deplorable antecedents and education, if you wish. " +- "but obviously he is thoroughly unrefined. " +- "Let us put it down to his deplorable antecedents and education, if you wish. " - "But we are no farther on with our question. What do you propose to do?”\n\n" - "An idea rushed across Lucy’s brain, which, had she thought of it sooner and made it part of her, might have proved victorious.\n\n" - "“I propose to speak to him,” said she.\n\nMiss Bartlett uttered a cry of genuine alarm.\n\n" -- "“You see, Charlotte, your kindness—I shall never forget it. But—as you said—it is my affair. Mine and his.”\n\n" -- "“And you are going to _implore_ him, to _beg_ him to keep silence?”\n\n" +- "“You see, Charlotte, your kindness—I shall never forget it. But—as you said—it is my affair. " +- "Mine and his.”\n\n“And you are going to _implore_ him, to _beg_ him to keep silence?”\n\n" - "“Certainly not. There would be no difficulty. Whatever you ask him he answers, yes or no; then it is over. " - "I have been frightened of him. But now I am not one little bit.”\n\n" - "“But we fear him for you, dear. " -- "You are so young and inexperienced, you have lived among such nice people, that you cannot realize what men can be—how they can take a " -- "brutal pleasure in insulting a woman whom her sex does not protect and rally round. " -- "This afternoon, for example, if I had not arrived, what would have happened?”\n\n“I can’t think,” said Lucy gravely.\n\n" -- "Something in her voice made Miss Bartlett repeat her question, intoning it more vigorously.\n\n“What would have happened if I hadn’t arrived?”\n\n" -- "“I can’t think,” said Lucy again.\n\n“When he insulted you, how would you have replied?”\n\n" -- "“I hadn’t time to think. You came.”\n\n“Yes, but won’t you tell me now what you would have done?”\n\n" -- "“I should have—” She checked herself, and broke the sentence off. She went up to the dripping window and strained her eyes into the darkness.\n" -- "She could not think what she would have done.\n\n" +- "You are so young and inexperienced, you have lived among such nice people, that you cannot realize what men can be—how they can " +- "take a brutal pleasure in insulting a woman whom her sex does not protect and rally round. " +- "This afternoon, for example, if I had not arrived, what would have happened?”\n\n" +- "“I can’t think,” said Lucy gravely.\n\nSomething in her voice made Miss Bartlett repeat her question, intoning it more vigorously.\n\n" +- "“What would have happened if I hadn’t arrived?”\n\n“I can’t think,” said Lucy again.\n\n" +- "“When he insulted you, how would you have replied?”\n\n“I hadn’t time to think. You came.”\n\n" +- "“Yes, but won’t you tell me now what you would have done?”\n\n" +- "“I should have—” She checked herself, and broke the sentence off. " +- "She went up to the dripping window and strained her eyes into the darkness.\nShe could not think what she would have done.\n\n" - "“Come away from the window, dear,” said Miss Bartlett. “You will be seen from the road.”\n\n" - "Lucy obeyed. She was in her cousin’s power. " - "She could not modulate out the key of self-abasement in which she had started. " -- "Neither of them referred again to her suggestion that she should speak to George and settle the matter, whatever it was, with him.\n\nMiss Bartlett became plaintive.\n\n" +- "Neither of them referred again to her suggestion that she should speak to George and settle the matter, whatever it was, with him.\n\n" +- "Miss Bartlett became plaintive.\n\n" - "“Oh, for a real man! We are only two women, you and I. Mr. Beebe is hopeless. There is Mr. " - "Eager, but you do not trust him. Oh, for your brother! " - "He is young, but I know that his sister’s insult would rouse in him a very lion. " - "Thank God, chivalry is not yet dead. There are still left some men who can reverence woman.”\n\n" - "As she spoke, she pulled off her rings, of which she wore several, and ranged them upon the pin cushion. " -- "Then she blew into her gloves and said:\n\n“It will be a push to catch the morning train, but we must try.”\n\n“What train?”\n\n" -- "“The train to Rome.” She looked at her gloves critically.\n\nThe girl received the announcement as easily as it had been given.\n\n" -- "“When does the train to Rome go?”\n\n“At eight.”\n\n“Signora Bertolini would be upset.”\n\n" +- "Then she blew into her gloves and said:\n\n“It will be a push to catch the morning train, but we must try.”\n\n" +- "“What train?”\n\n“The train to Rome.” She looked at her gloves critically.\n\n" +- "The girl received the announcement as easily as it had been given.\n\n“When does the train to Rome go?”\n\n“At eight.”\n\n" +- "“Signora Bertolini would be upset.”\n\n" - "“We must face that,” said Miss Bartlett, not liking to say that she had given notice already.\n\n" - "“She will make us pay for a whole week’s pension.”\n\n" - "“I expect she will. However, we shall be much more comfortable at the Vyses’ hotel. " @@ -1501,10 +1605,11 @@ expression: chunks - "To her tired eyes Charlotte throbbed and swelled like a ghostly figure in a dream.\n\n" - "They began to sort their clothes for packing, for there was no time to lose, if they were to catch the train to Rome. " - "Lucy, when admonished,\n" -- "began to move to and fro between the rooms, more conscious of the discomforts of packing by candlelight than of a subtler ill. Charlotte,\n" -- "who was practical without ability, knelt by the side of an empty trunk,\n" +- "began to move to and fro between the rooms, more conscious of the discomforts of packing by candlelight than of a subtler ill. " +- "Charlotte,\nwho was practical without ability, knelt by the side of an empty trunk,\n" - "vainly endeavouring to pave it with books of varying thickness and size. " -- "She gave two or three sighs, for the stooping posture hurt her back, and, for all her diplomacy, she felt that she was growing old.\n" +- "She gave two or three sighs, for the stooping posture hurt her back, and, for all her diplomacy, she felt that she was growing " +- "old.\n" - "The girl heard her as she entered the room, and was seized with one of those emotional impulses to which she could never attribute a cause.\n" - "She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier,\nthe world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.\n" - "The impulse had come before to-day, but never so strongly. She knelt down by her cousin’s side and took her in her arms.\n\n" @@ -1521,8 +1626,9 @@ expression: chunks - "You want someone younger and stronger and more in sympathy with you. " - "I am too uninteresting and old-fashioned—only fit to pack and unpack your things.”\n\n“Please—”\n\n" - "“My only consolation was that you found people more to your taste, and were often able to leave me at home. " -- "I had my own poor ideas of what a lady ought to do, but I hope I did not inflict them on you more than was necessary. " -- "You had your own way about these rooms, at all events.”\n\n“You mustn’t say these things,” said Lucy softly.\n\n" +- "I had my own poor ideas of what a lady ought to do, but I hope I did not inflict them on you more than was " +- "necessary. You had your own way about these rooms, at all events.”\n\n" +- "“You mustn’t say these things,” said Lucy softly.\n\n" - "She still clung to the hope that she and Charlotte loved each other,\nheart and soul. They continued to pack in silence.\n\n" - "“I have been a failure,” said Miss Bartlett, as she struggled with the straps of Lucy’s trunk instead of strapping her own. " - "“Failed to make you happy; failed in my duty to your mother. " @@ -1531,8 +1637,9 @@ expression: chunks - "“It is my fault, it is a disaster. She will never forgive me, and rightly. " - "For instance, what right had I to make friends with Miss Lavish?”\n\n“Every right.”\n\n" - "“When I was here for your sake? If I have vexed you it is equally true that I have neglected you. " -- "Your mother will see this as clearly as I do, when you tell her.”\n\nLucy, from a cowardly wish to improve the situation, said:\n\n" -- "“Why need mother hear of it?”\n\n“But you tell her everything?”\n\n“I suppose I do generally.”\n\n" +- "Your mother will see this as clearly as I do, when you tell her.”\n\n" +- "Lucy, from a cowardly wish to improve the situation, said:\n\n“Why need mother hear of it?”\n\n" +- "“But you tell her everything?”\n\n“I suppose I do generally.”\n\n" - "“I dare not break your confidence. There is something sacred in it.\nUnless you feel that it is a thing you could not tell her.”\n\n" - "The girl would not be degraded to this.\n\n" - "“Naturally I should have told her. " @@ -1547,23 +1654,24 @@ expression: chunks - "it was Miss Bartlett who had dominated; Miss Bartlett who, even now,\n" - "could be heard sighing into a crack in the partition wall; Miss Bartlett, who had really been neither pliable nor humble nor inconsistent. " - "She had worked like a great artist; for a time—indeed,\n" -- "for years—she had been meaningless, but at the end there was presented to the girl the complete picture of a cheerless, loveless world in which " -- "the young rush to destruction until they learn better—a shamefaced world of precautions and barriers which may avert evil, but which do not " -- "seem to bring good, if we may judge from those who have used them most.\n\n" +- "for years—she had been meaningless, but at the end there was presented to the girl the complete picture of a cheerless, loveless world " +- "in which the young rush to destruction until they learn better—a shamefaced world of precautions and barriers which may avert evil, " +- "but which do not seem to bring good, if we may judge from those who have used them most.\n\n" - "Lucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity,\n" - "of her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. " - "Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.\n\n" - "The door-bell rang, and she started to the shutters. Before she reached them she hesitated, turned, and blew out the candle. " - "Thus it was that,\nthough she saw someone standing in the wet below, he, though he looked up, did not see her.\n\n" - "To reach his room he had to go by hers. She was still dressed. " -- "It struck her that she might slip into the passage and just say that she would be gone before he was up, and that their extraordinary intercourse was over.\n\n" -- "Whether she would have dared to do this was never proved. At the critical moment Miss Bartlett opened her own door, and her voice said:\n\n" +- "It struck her that she might slip into the passage and just say that she would be gone before he was up, and that their extraordinary intercourse was over" +- ".\n\nWhether she would have dared to do this was never proved. At the critical moment Miss Bartlett opened her own door, and her voice said:\n\n" - "“I wish one word with you in the drawing-room, Mr. Emerson, please.”\n\n" - "Soon their footsteps returned, and Miss Bartlett said: “Good-night, Mr.\nEmerson.”\n\n" - "His heavy, tired breathing was the only reply; the chaperon had done her work.\n\n" - "Lucy cried aloud: “It isn’t true. It can’t all be true. I want not to be muddled. " - "I want to grow older quickly.”\n\nMiss Bartlett tapped on the wall.\n\n" -- "“Go to bed at once, dear. You need all the rest you can get.”\n\nIn the morning they left for Rome.\n\n\n\n\nPART TWO\n\n\n\n\n" +- "“Go to bed at once, dear. You need all the rest you can get.”\n\nIn the morning they left for Rome.\n\n\n\n\n" +- "PART TWO\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter VIII Medieval\n\n\n" - "The drawing-room curtains at Windy Corner had been pulled to meet, for the carpet was new and deserved protection from the August sun. " - "They were heavy curtains, reaching almost to the ground, and the light that filtered through them was subdued and varied. " @@ -1572,25 +1680,27 @@ expression: chunks - "Without was poured a sea of radiance;\nwithin, the glory, though visible, was tempered to the capacities of man.\n\n" - "Two pleasant people sat in the room. " - "One—a boy of nineteen—was studying a small manual of anatomy, and peering occasionally at a bone which lay upon the piano. " -- "From time to time he bounced in his chair and puffed and groaned, for the day was hot and the print small, and the human frame fearfully made" -- "; and his mother, who was writing a letter, did continually read out to him what she had written. " -- "And continually did she rise from her seat and part the curtains so that a rivulet of light fell across the carpet, and make the remark that they were " -- "still there.\n\n" +- "From time to time he bounced in his chair and puffed and groaned, for the day was hot and the print small, and the human frame " +- "fearfully made; and his mother, who was writing a letter, did continually read out to him what she had written. " +- "And continually did she rise from her seat and part the curtains so that a rivulet of light fell across the carpet, and make the remark that " +- "they were still there.\n\n" - "“Where aren’t they?” said the boy, who was Freddy, Lucy’s brother. " - "“I tell you I’m getting fairly sick.”\n\n" - "“For goodness’ sake go out of my drawing-room, then?” cried Mrs.\n" - "Honeychurch, who hoped to cure her children of slang by taking it literally.\n\nFreddy did not move or reply.\n\n" -- "“I think things are coming to a head,” she observed, rather wanting her son’s opinion on the situation if she could obtain it without undue " -- "supplication.\n\n“Time they did.”\n\n“I am glad that Cecil is asking her this once more.”\n\n" +- "“I think things are coming to a head,” she observed, rather wanting her son’s opinion on the situation if she could obtain it without " +- "undue supplication.\n\n“Time they did.”\n\n“I am glad that Cecil is asking her this once more.”\n\n" - "“It’s his third go, isn’t it?”\n\n“Freddy I do call the way you talk unkind.”\n\n" -- "“I didn’t mean to be unkind.” Then he added: “But I do think Lucy might have got this off her chest in Italy. " -- "I don’t know how girls manage things, but she can’t have said ‘No’ properly before, or she wouldn’t have to say it " -- "again now. Over the whole thing—I can’t explain—I do feel so uncomfortable.”\n\n“Do you indeed, dear? How interesting!”\n\n" -- "“I feel—never mind.”\n\nHe returned to his work.\n\n" +- "“I didn’t mean to be unkind.” " +- "Then he added: “But I do think Lucy might have got this off her chest in Italy. " +- "I don’t know how girls manage things, but she can’t have said ‘No’ properly before, or she wouldn’t have to " +- "say it again now. Over the whole thing—I can’t explain—I do feel so uncomfortable.”\n\n" +- "“Do you indeed, dear? How interesting!”\n\n“I feel—never mind.”\n\nHe returned to his work.\n\n" - "“Just listen to what I have written to Mrs. Vyse. I said: ‘Dear Mrs.\nVyse.’”\n\n" - "“Yes, mother, you told me. A jolly good letter.”\n\n" - "“I said: ‘Dear Mrs. Vyse, Cecil has just asked my permission about it,\n" -- "and I should be delighted, if Lucy wishes it. But—’” She stopped reading, “I was rather amused at Cecil asking my permission at all. " +- "and I should be delighted, if Lucy wishes it. " +- "But—’” She stopped reading, “I was rather amused at Cecil asking my permission at all. " - "He has always gone in for unconventionality, and parents nowhere, and so forth. " - "When it comes to the point, he can’t get on without me.”\n\n“Nor me.”\n\n“You?”\n\nFreddy nodded.\n\n" - "“What do you mean?”\n\n“He asked me for my permission also.”\n\nShe exclaimed: “How very odd of him!”\n\n" @@ -1602,12 +1712,13 @@ expression: chunks - "Then he took up his work again, too shy to say what the bother was.\nMrs. Honeychurch went back to the window.\n\n" - "“Freddy, you must come. There they still are!”\n\n“I don’t see you ought to go peeping like that.”\n\n" - "“Peeping like that! Can’t I look out of my own window?”\n\n" -- "But she returned to the writing-table, observing, as she passed her son, “Still page 322?” Freddy snorted, and turned over two leaves. " -- "For a brief space they were silent. Close by, beyond the curtains, the gentle murmur of a long conversation had never ceased.\n\n" +- "But she returned to the writing-table, observing, as she passed her son, “Still page 322?” " +- "Freddy snorted, and turned over two leaves. For a brief space they were silent. " +- "Close by, beyond the curtains, the gentle murmur of a long conversation had never ceased.\n\n" - "“The bother is this: I have put my foot in it with Cecil most awfully.”\n" - "He gave a nervous gulp. " -- "“Not content with ‘permission’, which I did give—that is to say, I said, ‘I don’t mind’—well, not " -- "content with that, he wanted to know whether I wasn’t off my head with joy. " +- "“Not content with ‘permission’, which I did give—that is to say, I said, ‘I don’t mind’—well" +- ", not content with that, he wanted to know whether I wasn’t off my head with joy. " - "He practically put it like this: Wasn’t it a splendid thing for Lucy and for Windy Corner generally if he married her? " - "And he would have an answer—he said it would strengthen his hand.”\n\n“I hope you gave a careful answer, dear.”\n\n" - "“I answered ‘No’” said the boy, grinding his teeth. “There! Fly into a stew! " @@ -1617,30 +1728,35 @@ expression: chunks - "Do you suppose that a man like Cecil would take the slightest notice of anything you say? I hope he boxed your ears. " - "How dare you say no?”\n\n" - "“Oh, do keep quiet, mother! I had to say no when I couldn’t say yes. " -- "I tried to laugh as if I didn’t mean what I said, and, as Cecil laughed too, and went away, it may be all right. " -- "But I feel my foot’s in it.\nOh, do keep quiet, though, and let a man do some work.”\n\n" +- "I tried to laugh as if I didn’t mean what I said, and, as Cecil laughed too, and went away, it may be all " +- "right. But I feel my foot’s in it.\nOh, do keep quiet, though, and let a man do some work.”\n\n" - "“No,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, with the air of one who has considered the subject, “I shall not keep quiet. " -- "You know all that has passed between them in Rome; you know why he is down here, and yet you deliberately insult him, and try to turn him out " -- "of my house.”\n\n" +- "You know all that has passed between them in Rome; you know why he is down here, and yet you deliberately insult him, and try to turn " +- "him out of my house.”\n\n" - "“Not a bit!” he pleaded. “I only let out I didn’t like him. " - "I don’t hate him, but I don’t like him. What I mind is that he’ll tell Lucy.”\n\n" - "He glanced at the curtains dismally.\n\n" - "“Well, _I_ like him,” said Mrs. Honeychurch. " - "“I know his mother; he’s good, he’s clever, he’s rich, he’s well connected—Oh, you " -- "needn’t kick the piano! He’s well connected—I’ll say it again if you like: he’s well connected.” " -- "She paused, as if rehearsing her eulogy, but her face remained dissatisfied. She added: “And he has beautiful manners.”\n\n" +- "needn’t kick the piano! " +- "He’s well connected—I’ll say it again if you like: he’s well connected.” " +- "She paused, as if rehearsing her eulogy, but her face remained dissatisfied. " +- "She added: “And he has beautiful manners.”\n\n" - "“I liked him till just now. " - "I suppose it’s having him spoiling Lucy’s first week at home; and it’s also something that Mr. " - "Beebe said, not knowing.”\n\n" -- "“Mr. Beebe?” said his mother, trying to conceal her interest. “I don’t see how Mr. Beebe comes in.”\n\n" +- "“Mr. Beebe?” said his mother, trying to conceal her interest. “I don’t see how Mr. " +- "Beebe comes in.”\n\n" - "“You know Mr. Beebe’s funny way, when you never quite know what he means. He said: ‘Mr. " - "Vyse is an ideal bachelor.’ I was very cute, I asked him what he meant. " -- "He said ‘Oh, he’s like me—better detached.’ I couldn’t make him say any more, but it set me thinking. " +- "He said ‘Oh, he’s like me—better detached.’ " +- "I couldn’t make him say any more, but it set me thinking. " - "Since Cecil has come after Lucy he hasn’t been so pleasant, at least—I can’t explain.”\n\n" - "“You never can, dear. But I can. You are jealous of Cecil because he may stop Lucy knitting you silk ties.”\n\n" - "The explanation seemed plausible, and Freddy tried to accept it. But at the back of his brain there lurked a dim mistrust. " -- "Cecil praised one too much for being athletic. Was that it? Cecil made one talk in one’s own way. This tired one. Was that it? " -- "And Cecil was the kind of fellow who would never wear another fellow’s cap. Unaware of his own profundity, Freddy checked himself. " +- "Cecil praised one too much for being athletic. Was that it? Cecil made one talk in one’s own way. This tired one. " +- "Was that it? And Cecil was the kind of fellow who would never wear another fellow’s cap. " +- "Unaware of his own profundity, Freddy checked himself. " - "He must be jealous, or he would not dislike a man for such foolish reasons.\n\n" - "“Will this do?” called his mother. “‘Dear Mrs. " - "Vyse,—Cecil has just asked my permission about it, and I should be delighted if Lucy wishes it.’ " @@ -1648,46 +1764,51 @@ expression: chunks - "I must write the letter out again—‘and I have told Lucy so. " - "But Lucy seems very uncertain, and in these days young people must decide for themselves.’\n" - "I said that because I didn’t want Mrs. Vyse to think us old-fashioned.\n" -- "She goes in for lectures and improving her mind, and all the time a thick layer of flue under the beds, and the maid’s dirty thumb-" -- "marks where you turn on the electric light. She keeps that flat abominably—”\n\n" +- "She goes in for lectures and improving her mind, and all the time a thick layer of flue under the beds, and the maid’s dirty " +- "thumb-marks where you turn on the electric light. She keeps that flat abominably—”\n\n" - "“Suppose Lucy marries Cecil, would she live in a flat, or in the country?”\n\n" - "“Don’t interrupt so foolishly. Where was I? Oh yes—‘Young people must decide for themselves. " - "I know that Lucy likes your son, because she tells me everything, and she wrote to me from Rome when he asked her first.’ " - "No, I’ll cross that last bit out—it looks patronizing. I’ll stop at ‘because she tells me everything.’ " - "Or shall I cross that out,\ntoo?”\n\n“Cross it out, too,” said Freddy.\n\nMrs. Honeychurch left it in.\n\n" - "“Then the whole thing runs: ‘Dear Mrs. " -- "Vyse.—Cecil has just asked my permission about it, and I should be delighted if Lucy wishes it, and I have told Lucy so. " -- "But Lucy seems very uncertain, and in these days young people must decide for themselves. I know that Lucy likes your son, because she tells me everything. " -- "But I do not know—’”\n\n“Look out!” cried Freddy.\n\nThe curtains parted.\n\n" +- "Vyse.—Cecil has just asked my permission about it, and I should be delighted if Lucy wishes it, and I have told Lucy so" +- ". But Lucy seems very uncertain, and in these days young people must decide for themselves. " +- "I know that Lucy likes your son, because she tells me everything. But I do not know—’”\n\n“Look out!” cried Freddy.\n\n" +- "The curtains parted.\n\n" - "Cecil’s first movement was one of irritation. He couldn’t bear the Honeychurch habit of sitting in the dark to save the furniture.\n" - "Instinctively he give the curtains a twitch, and sent them swinging down their poles. Light entered. " -- "There was revealed a terrace, such as is owned by many villas with trees each side of it, and on it a little rustic seat, and two " -- "flower-beds. But it was transfigured by the view beyond, for Windy Corner was built on the range that overlooks the Sussex Weald. " +- "There was revealed a terrace, such as is owned by many villas with trees each side of it, and on it a little rustic seat, " +- "and two flower-beds. " +- "But it was transfigured by the view beyond, for Windy Corner was built on the range that overlooks the Sussex Weald. " - "Lucy, who was in the little seat, seemed on the edge of a green magic carpet which hovered in the air above the tremulous world.\n\n" - "Cecil entered.\n\n" - "Appearing thus late in the story, Cecil must be at once described. He was medieval. Like a Gothic statue. " -- "Tall and refined, with shoulders that seemed braced square by an effort of the will, and a head that was tilted a little higher than the usual level of vision" -- ", he resembled those fastidious saints who guard the portals of a French cathedral.\n" -- "Well educated, well endowed, and not deficient physically, he remained in the grip of a certain devil whom the modern world knows as self-consciousness, and " -- "whom the medieval, with dimmer vision,\n" -- "worshipped as asceticism. A Gothic statue implies celibacy, just as a Greek statue implies fruition, and perhaps this was what Mr. " -- "Beebe meant. And Freddy, who ignored history and art, perhaps meant the same when he failed to imagine Cecil wearing another fellow’s cap.\n\n" +- "Tall and refined, with shoulders that seemed braced square by an effort of the will, and a head that was tilted a little higher than the usual level " +- "of vision, he resembled those fastidious saints who guard the portals of a French cathedral.\n" +- "Well educated, well endowed, and not deficient physically, he remained in the grip of a certain devil whom the modern world knows as self-consciousness" +- ", and whom the medieval, with dimmer vision,\n" +- "worshipped as asceticism. " +- "A Gothic statue implies celibacy, just as a Greek statue implies fruition, and perhaps this was what Mr. Beebe meant. " +- "And Freddy, who ignored history and art, perhaps meant the same when he failed to imagine Cecil wearing another fellow’s cap.\n\n" - "Mrs. Honeychurch left her letter on the writing table and moved towards her young acquaintance.\n\n" -- "“Oh, Cecil!” she exclaimed—“oh, Cecil, do tell me!”\n\n“I promessi sposi,” said he.\n\n" -- "They stared at him anxiously.\n\n" -- "“She has accepted me,” he said, and the sound of the thing in English made him flush and smile with pleasure, and look more human.\n\n" +- "“Oh, Cecil!” she exclaimed—“oh, Cecil, do tell me!”\n\n" +- "“I promessi sposi,” said he.\n\nThey stared at him anxiously.\n\n" +- "“She has accepted me,” he said, and the sound of the thing in English made him flush and smile with pleasure, and look more human" +- ".\n\n" - "“I am so glad,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, while Freddy proffered a hand that was yellow with chemicals. " -- "They wished that they also knew Italian, for our phrases of approval and of amazement are so connected with little occasions that we fear to use them on great ones. " -- "We are obliged to become vaguely poetic, or to take refuge in Scriptural reminiscences.\n\n" -- "“Welcome as one of the family!” said Mrs. Honeychurch, waving her hand at the furniture. “This is indeed a joyous day! " -- "I feel sure that you will make our dear Lucy happy.”\n\n“I hope so,” replied the young man, shifting his eyes to the ceiling.\n\n" +- "They wished that they also knew Italian, for our phrases of approval and of amazement are so connected with little occasions that we fear to use them on great " +- "ones. We are obliged to become vaguely poetic, or to take refuge in Scriptural reminiscences.\n\n" +- "“Welcome as one of the family!” said Mrs. Honeychurch, waving her hand at the furniture. " +- "“This is indeed a joyous day! I feel sure that you will make our dear Lucy happy.”\n\n" +- "“I hope so,” replied the young man, shifting his eyes to the ceiling.\n\n" - "“We mothers—” simpered Mrs. " - "Honeychurch, and then realized that she was affected, sentimental, bombastic—all the things she hated most. " - "Why could she not be Freddy, who stood stiff in the middle of the room;\nlooking very cross and almost handsome?\n\n" - "“I say, Lucy!” called Cecil, for conversation seemed to flag.\n\n" - "Lucy rose from the seat. She moved across the lawn and smiled in at them, just as if she was going to ask them to play tennis. " -- "Then she saw her brother’s face. Her lips parted, and she took him in her arms. He said, “Steady on!”\n\n" -- "“Not a kiss for me?” asked her mother.\n\nLucy kissed her also.\n\n" +- "Then she saw her brother’s face. Her lips parted, and she took him in her arms. " +- "He said, “Steady on!”\n\n“Not a kiss for me?” asked her mother.\n\nLucy kissed her also.\n\n" - "“Would you take them into the garden and tell Mrs. Honeychurch all about it?” Cecil suggested. " - "“And I’d stop here and tell my mother.”\n\n“We go with Lucy?” said Freddy, as if taking orders.\n\n" - "“Yes, you go with Lucy.”\n\n" @@ -1697,59 +1818,63 @@ expression: chunks - "until they reached the kitchen garden, and there, in the presence of the potatoes and the peas, the great event would be discussed.\n\n" - "Smiling indulgently, he lit a cigarette, and rehearsed the events that had led to such a happy conclusion.\n\n" - "He had known Lucy for several years, but only as a commonplace girl who happened to be musical. " -- "He could still remember his depression that afternoon at Rome, when she and her terrible cousin fell on him out of the blue, and demanded to be taken to St" -- ". Peter’s. That day she had seemed a typical tourist—shrill, crude, and gaunt with travel. " +- "He could still remember his depression that afternoon at Rome, when she and her terrible cousin fell on him out of the blue, and demanded to be taken " +- "to St. Peter’s. That day she had seemed a typical tourist—shrill, crude, and gaunt with travel. " - "But Italy worked some marvel in her. It gave her light, and—which he held more precious—it gave her shadow. " - "Soon he detected in her a wonderful reticence. " -- "She was like a woman of Leonardo da Vinci’s, whom we love not so much for herself as for the things that she will not tell us.\n" +- "She was like a woman of Leonardo da Vinci’s, whom we love not so much for herself as for the things that she will not tell us" +- ".\n" - "The things are assuredly not of this life; no woman of Leonardo’s could have anything so vulgar as a “story.” " - "She did develop most wonderfully day by day.\n\n" - "So it happened that from patronizing civility he had slowly passed if not to passion, at least to a profound uneasiness. " -- "Already at Rome he had hinted to her that they might be suitable for each other. It had touched him greatly that she had not broken away at the suggestion. " +- "Already at Rome he had hinted to her that they might be suitable for each other. " +- "It had touched him greatly that she had not broken away at the suggestion. " - "Her refusal had been clear and gentle; after it—as the horrid phrase went—she had been exactly the same to him as before. " - "Three months later, on the margin of Italy, among the flower-clad Alps, he had asked her again in bald, traditional language. " - "She reminded him of a Leonardo more than ever; her sunburnt features were shadowed by fantastic rock;\n" -- "at his words she had turned and stood between him and the light with immeasurable plains behind her. He walked home with her unashamed,\n" -- "feeling not at all like a rejected suitor. The things that really mattered were unshaken.\n\n" -- "So now he had asked her once more, and, clear and gentle as ever, she had accepted him, giving no coy reasons for her delay, but " -- "simply saying that she loved him and would do her best to make him happy. " +- "at his words she had turned and stood between him and the light with immeasurable plains behind her. " +- "He walked home with her unashamed,\nfeeling not at all like a rejected suitor. The things that really mattered were unshaken.\n\n" +- "So now he had asked her once more, and, clear and gentle as ever, she had accepted him, giving no coy reasons for her delay" +- ", but simply saying that she loved him and would do her best to make him happy. " - "His mother, too, would be pleased; she had counselled the step; he must write her a long account.\n\n" - "Glancing at his hand, in case any of Freddy’s chemicals had come off on it, he moved to the writing table. " - "There he saw “Dear Mrs. Vyse,”\n" - "followed by many erasures. " - "He recoiled without reading any more, and after a little hesitation sat down elsewhere, and pencilled a note on his knee.\n\n" -- "Then he lit another cigarette, which did not seem quite as divine as the first, and considered what might be done to make Windy Corner drawing-room more " -- "distinctive. " -- "With that outlook it should have been a successful room, but the trail of Tottenham Court Road was upon it; he could almost visualize the motor-vans " -- "of Messrs. Shoolbred and Messrs.\n" +- "Then he lit another cigarette, which did not seem quite as divine as the first, and considered what might be done to make Windy Corner drawing-" +- "room more distinctive. " +- "With that outlook it should have been a successful room, but the trail of Tottenham Court Road was upon it; he could almost visualize the motor-" +- "vans of Messrs. Shoolbred and Messrs.\n" - "Maple arriving at the door and depositing this chair, those varnished book-cases, that writing-table. The table recalled Mrs. " - "Honeychurch’s letter. " - "He did not want to read that letter—his temptations never lay in that direction; but he worried about it none the less. " -- "It was his own fault that she was discussing him with his mother; he had wanted her support in his third attempt to win Lucy; he wanted to feel that " -- "others, no matter who they were, agreed with him, and so he had asked their permission. Mrs. " +- "It was his own fault that she was discussing him with his mother; he had wanted her support in his third attempt to win Lucy; he wanted to " +- "feel that others, no matter who they were, agreed with him, and so he had asked their permission. Mrs. " - "Honeychurch had been civil, but obtuse in essentials, while as for Freddy—“He is only a boy,” he reflected. " - "“I represent all that he despises. Why should he want me for a brother-in-law?”\n\n" -- "The Honeychurches were a worthy family, but he began to realize that Lucy was of another clay; and perhaps—he did not put it very definitely—" -- "he ought to introduce her into more congenial circles as soon as possible.\n\n" +- "The Honeychurches were a worthy family, but he began to realize that Lucy was of another clay; and perhaps—he did not put it very " +- "definitely—he ought to introduce her into more congenial circles as soon as possible.\n\n" - "“Mr. Beebe!” " -- "said the maid, and the new rector of Summer Street was shown in; he had at once started on friendly relations, owing to Lucy’s praise of him " -- "in her letters from Florence.\n\nCecil greeted him rather critically.\n\n" +- "said the maid, and the new rector of Summer Street was shown in; he had at once started on friendly relations, owing to Lucy’s praise " +- "of him in her letters from Florence.\n\nCecil greeted him rather critically.\n\n" - "“I’ve come for tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that I shall get it?”\n\n" - "“I should say so. " - "Food is the thing one does get here—Don’t sit in that chair; young Honeychurch has left a bone in it.”\n\n" -- "“Pfui!”\n\n“I know,” said Cecil. “I know. I can’t think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it.”\n\n" -- "For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples’ furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he " -- "desired.\n\n“I’ve come for tea and for gossip. Isn’t this news?”\n\n" +- "“Pfui!”\n\n" +- "“I know,” said Cecil. “I know. I can’t think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it.”\n\n" +- "For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples’ furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life " +- "that he desired.\n\n“I’ve come for tea and for gossip. Isn’t this news?”\n\n" - "“News? I don’t understand you,” said Cecil. “News?”\n\n" - "Mr. Beebe, whose news was of a very different nature, prattled forward.\n\n" - "“I met Sir Harry Otway as I came up; I have every reason to hope that I am first in the field. " - "He has bought Cissie and Albert from Mr. Flack!”\n\n" - "“Has he indeed?” said Cecil, trying to recover himself. Into what a grotesque mistake had he fallen! " - "Was it likely that a clergyman and a gentleman would refer to his engagement in a manner so flippant? " -- "But his stiffness remained, and, though he asked who Cissie and Albert might be, he still thought Mr. Beebe rather a bounder.\n\n" +- "But his stiffness remained, and, though he asked who Cissie and Albert might be, he still thought Mr. " +- "Beebe rather a bounder.\n\n" - "“Unpardonable question! " -- "To have stopped a week at Windy Corner and not to have met Cissie and Albert, the semi-detached villas that have been run up opposite " -- "the church! I’ll set Mrs. Honeychurch after you.”\n\n" +- "To have stopped a week at Windy Corner and not to have met Cissie and Albert, the semi-detached villas that have been run " +- "up opposite the church! I’ll set Mrs. Honeychurch after you.”\n\n" - "“I’m shockingly stupid over local affairs,” said the young man languidly. " - "“I can’t even remember the difference between a Parish Council and a Local Government Board. Perhaps there is no difference,\n" - "or perhaps those aren’t the right names. I only go into the country to see my friends and to enjoy the scenery. " @@ -1757,15 +1882,16 @@ expression: chunks - "Mr. Beebe, distressed at this heavy reception of Cissie and Albert,\ndetermined to shift the subject.\n\n" - "“Let me see, Mr. Vyse—I forget—what is your profession?”\n\n" - "“I have no profession,” said Cecil. “It is another example of my decadence. " -- My attitude—quite an indefensible one—is that so long as I am no trouble to any one I have a right to do as I like -- ". " -- "I know I ought to be getting money out of people, or devoting myself to things I don’t care a straw about, but somehow, " -- "I’ve not been able to begin.”\n\n" +- "My attitude—quite an indefensible one—is that so long as I am no trouble to any one I have a right to do as " +- "I like. " +- "I know I ought to be getting money out of people, or devoting myself to things I don’t care a straw about, but somehow" +- ", I’ve not been able to begin.”\n\n" - "“You are very fortunate,” said Mr. Beebe. “It is a wonderful opportunity, the possession of leisure.”\n\n" - "His voice was rather parochial, but he did not quite see his way to answering naturally. " - "He felt, as all who have regular occupation must feel, that others should have it also.\n\n" - "“I am glad that you approve. I daren’t face the healthy person—for example, Freddy Honeychurch.”\n\n" -- "“Oh, Freddy’s a good sort, isn’t he?”\n\n“Admirable. The sort who has made England what she is.”\n\n" +- "“Oh, Freddy’s a good sort, isn’t he?”\n\n" +- "“Admirable. The sort who has made England what she is.”\n\n" - "Cecil wondered at himself. Why, on this day of all others, was he so hopelessly contrary? " - "He tried to get right by inquiring effusively after Mr. " - "Beebe’s mother, an old lady for whom he had no particular regard. " @@ -1778,8 +1904,9 @@ expression: chunks - "“The fault of Euphemia is that she will not, simply will not, chop the suet sufficiently small.”\n\n" - "They both laughed, and things began to go better.\n\n“The faults of Freddy—” Cecil continued.\n\n" - "“Ah, he has too many. No one but his mother can remember the faults of Freddy. " -- "Try the faults of Miss Honeychurch; they are not innumerable.”\n\n“She has none,” said the young man, with grave sincerity.\n\n" -- "“I quite agree. At present she has none.”\n\n“At present?”\n\n" +- "Try the faults of Miss Honeychurch; they are not innumerable.”\n\n" +- "“She has none,” said the young man, with grave sincerity.\n\n“I quite agree. At present she has none.”\n\n" +- "“At present?”\n\n" - "“I’m not cynical. I’m only thinking of my pet theory about Miss Honeychurch. " - "Does it seem reasonable that she should play so wonderfully, and live so quietly? I suspect that one day she will be wonderful in both. " - "The water-tight compartments in her will break down,\nand music and life will mingle. Then we shall have her heroically good,\n" @@ -1790,7 +1917,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Oh, I forgot; of course, you knew her before. " - "No, she wasn’t wonderful in Florence either, but I kept on expecting that she would be.”\n\n“In what way?”\n\n" - "Conversation had become agreeable to them, and they were pacing up and down the terrace.\n\n" -- "“I could as easily tell you what tune she’ll play next. There was simply the sense that she had found wings, and meant to use them. " +- "“I could as easily tell you what tune she’ll play next. " +- "There was simply the sense that she had found wings, and meant to use them. " - "I can show you a beautiful picture in my Italian diary: Miss Honeychurch as a kite, Miss Bartlett holding the string. " - "Picture number two: the string breaks.”\n\n" - "The sketch was in his diary, but it had been made afterwards, when he viewed things artistically. " @@ -1805,10 +1933,12 @@ expression: chunks - "“I am sorry; I must apologize. " - "I had no idea you were intimate with her, or I should never have talked in this flippant, superficial way.\n" - "Mr. Vyse, you ought to have stopped me.” And down the garden he saw Lucy herself; yes, he was disappointed.\n\n" -- "Cecil, who naturally preferred congratulations to apologies, drew down his mouth at the corners. Was this the reception his action would get from the world? " +- "Cecil, who naturally preferred congratulations to apologies, drew down his mouth at the corners. " +- "Was this the reception his action would get from the world? " - "Of course, he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement. " - "But he was sensitive to the successive particles of it which he encountered.\n\nOccasionally he could be quite crude.\n\n" -- "“I am sorry I have given you a shock,” he said dryly. “I fear that Lucy’s choice does not meet with your approval.”\n\n" +- "“I am sorry I have given you a shock,” he said dryly. " +- "“I fear that Lucy’s choice does not meet with your approval.”\n\n" - "“Not that. But you ought to have stopped me. I know Miss Honeychurch only a little as time goes. " - "Perhaps I oughtn’t to have discussed her so freely with any one; certainly not with you.”\n\n" - "“You are conscious of having said something indiscreet?”\n\n" @@ -1817,11 +1947,11 @@ expression: chunks - "“No, I have said nothing indiscreet. " - "I foresaw at Florence that her quiet, uneventful childhood must end, and it has ended. " - "I realized dimly enough that she might take some momentous step. She has taken it.\n" -- "She has learnt—you will let me talk freely, as I have begun freely—she has learnt what it is to love: the greatest lesson, some people " -- "will tell you, that our earthly life provides.” It was now time for him to wave his hat at the approaching trio. " +- "She has learnt—you will let me talk freely, as I have begun freely—she has learnt what it is to love: the greatest lesson, " +- "some people will tell you, that our earthly life provides.” It was now time for him to wave his hat at the approaching trio. " - "He did not omit to do so. " -- "“She has learnt through you,” and if his voice was still clerical, it was now also sincere; “let it be your care that her knowledge " -- "is profitable to her.”\n\n“Grazie tante!” said Cecil, who did not like parsons.\n\n" +- "“She has learnt through you,” and if his voice was still clerical, it was now also sincere; “let it be your care that " +- "her knowledge is profitable to her.”\n\n“Grazie tante!” said Cecil, who did not like parsons.\n\n" - "“Have you heard?” shouted Mrs. Honeychurch as she toiled up the sloping garden. “Oh, Mr. " - "Beebe, have you heard the news?”\n\n" - "Freddy, now full of geniality, whistled the wedding march. Youth seldom criticizes the accomplished fact.\n\n" @@ -1843,36 +1973,37 @@ expression: chunks - "The chief parallel to compare one great thing with another—is the power over us of a temple of some alien creed. " - "Standing outside, we deride or oppose it, or at the most feel sentimental. " - "Inside, though the saints and gods are not ours, we become true believers, in case any true believer should be present.\n\n" -- So it was that after the gropings and the misgivings of the afternoon they pulled themselves together and settled down to a very pleasant tea- -- "party. " -- "If they were hypocrites they did not know it, and their hypocrisy had every chance of setting and of becoming true. " -- "Anne,\n" +- "So it was that after the gropings and the misgivings of the afternoon they pulled themselves together and settled down to a very pleasant " +- "tea-party. " +- "If they were hypocrites they did not know it, and their hypocrisy had every chance of setting and of becoming " +- "true. Anne,\n" - "putting down each plate as if it were a wedding present, stimulated them greatly. " - "They could not lag behind that smile of hers which she gave them ere she kicked the drawing-room door. Mr. " - "Beebe chirruped.\n" - "Freddy was at his wittiest, referring to Cecil as the “Fiasco”—family honoured pun on fiance. Mrs. " - "Honeychurch, amusing and portly, promised well as a mother-in-law. " -- "As for Lucy and Cecil, for whom the temple had been built, they also joined in the merry ritual, but waited, as earnest worshippers should, " -- "for the disclosure of some holier shrine of joy.\n\n\n\n\n" +- "As for Lucy and Cecil, for whom the temple had been built, they also joined in the merry ritual, but waited, as earnest worshippers " +- "should, for the disclosure of some holier shrine of joy.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter IX Lucy As a Work of Art\n\n\n" - "A few days after the engagement was announced Mrs. Honeychurch made Lucy and her Fiasco come to a little garden-party in the neighbourhood,\n" - "for naturally she wanted to show people that her daughter was marrying a presentable man.\n\n" -- "Cecil was more than presentable; he looked distinguished, and it was very pleasant to see his slim figure keeping step with Lucy, and his long, fair face " -- "responding when Lucy spoke to him. People congratulated Mrs. " -- "Honeychurch, which is, I believe, a social blunder, but it pleased her, and she introduced Cecil rather indiscriminately to " -- "some stuffy dowagers.\n\n" -- "At tea a misfortune took place: a cup of coffee was upset over Lucy’s figured silk, and though Lucy feigned indifference" -- ", her mother feigned nothing of the sort but dragged her indoors to have the frock treated by a sympathetic maid. " +- "Cecil was more than presentable; he looked distinguished, and it was very pleasant to see his slim figure keeping step with Lucy, and his long, " +- "fair face responding when Lucy spoke to him. People congratulated Mrs. " +- "Honeychurch, which is, I believe, a social blunder, but it pleased her, and she introduced Cecil rather " +- "indiscriminately to some stuffy dowagers.\n\n" +- "At tea a misfortune took place: a cup of coffee was upset over Lucy’s figured silk, and though Lucy feigned " +- "indifference, her mother feigned nothing of the sort but dragged her indoors to have the frock treated by a sympathetic maid. " - "They were gone some time, and Cecil was left with the dowagers. When they returned he was not as pleasant as he had been.\n\n" - "“Do you go to much of this sort of thing?” he asked when they were driving home.\n\n" - "“Oh, now and then,” said Lucy, who had rather enjoyed herself.\n\n“Is it typical of country society?”\n\n" - "“I suppose so. Mother, would it be?”\n\n" - "“Plenty of society,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, who was trying to remember the hang of one of the dresses.\n\n" -- "Seeing that her thoughts were elsewhere, Cecil bent towards Lucy and said:\n\n“To me it seemed perfectly appalling, disastrous, portentous.”\n\n" -- "“I am so sorry that you were stranded.”\n\n" +- "Seeing that her thoughts were elsewhere, Cecil bent towards Lucy and said:\n\n" +- "“To me it seemed perfectly appalling, disastrous, portentous.”\n\n“I am so sorry that you were stranded.”\n\n" - "“Not that, but the congratulations. " -- "It is so disgusting, the way an engagement is regarded as public property—a kind of waste place where every outsider may shoot his vulgar sentiment. " -- "All those old women smirking!”\n\n“One has to go through it, I suppose. They won’t notice us so much next time.”\n\n" +- "It is so disgusting, the way an engagement is regarded as public property—a kind of waste place where every outsider may shoot his vulgar sentiment" +- ". All those old women smirking!”\n\n" +- "“One has to go through it, I suppose. They won’t notice us so much next time.”\n\n" - "“But my point is that their whole attitude is wrong. " - "An engagement—horrid word in the first place—is a private matter, and should be treated as such.”\n\n" - "Yet the smirking old women, however wrong individually, were racially correct. The spirit of the generations had smiled through them,\n" @@ -1882,33 +2013,35 @@ expression: chunks - "“I don’t play tennis—at least, not in public. The neighbourhood is deprived of the romance of me being athletic. " - "Such romance as I have is that of the Inglese Italianato.”\n\n“Inglese Italianato?”\n\n" - "“E un diavolo incarnato! You know the proverb?”\n\n" -- "She did not. Nor did it seem applicable to a young man who had spent a quiet winter in Rome with his mother. But Cecil, since his engagement,\n" -- "had taken to affect a cosmopolitan naughtiness which he was far from possessing.\n\n" +- "She did not. Nor did it seem applicable to a young man who had spent a quiet winter in Rome with his mother. " +- "But Cecil, since his engagement,\nhad taken to affect a cosmopolitan naughtiness which he was far from possessing.\n\n" - "“Well,” said he, “I cannot help it if they do disapprove of me. " - "There are certain irremovable barriers between myself and them, and I must accept them.”\n\n" - "“We all have our limitations, I suppose,” said wise Lucy.\n\n" -- "“Sometimes they are forced on us, though,” said Cecil, who saw from her remark that she did not quite understand his position.\n\n“How?”\n\n" -- "“It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in,\nor whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?”\n\n" -- "She thought a moment, and agreed that it did make a difference.\n\n" +- "“Sometimes they are forced on us, though,” said Cecil, who saw from her remark that she did not quite understand his position.\n\n" +- "“How?”\n\n" +- "“It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in,\n" +- "or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?”\n\nShe thought a moment, and agreed that it did make a difference.\n\n" - "“Difference?” cried Mrs. Honeychurch, suddenly alert. “I don’t see any difference. " - "Fences are fences, especially when they are in the same place.”\n\n" - "“We were speaking of motives,” said Cecil, on whom the interruption jarred.\n\n" - "“My dear Cecil, look here.” She spread out her knees and perched her card-case on her lap. “This is me. " -- "That’s Windy Corner. The rest of the pattern is the other people. Motives are all very well, but the fence comes here.”\n\n" -- "“We weren’t talking of real fences,” said Lucy, laughing.\n\n“Oh, I see, dear—poetry.”\n\n" -- "She leant placidly back. Cecil wondered why Lucy had been amused.\n\n" -- "“I tell you who has no ‘fences,’ as you call them,” she said, “and that’s Mr. Beebe.”\n\n" -- "“A parson fenceless would mean a parson defenceless.”\n\n" +- "That’s Windy Corner. The rest of the pattern is the other people. " +- "Motives are all very well, but the fence comes here.”\n\n“We weren’t talking of real fences,” said Lucy, laughing.\n\n" +- "“Oh, I see, dear—poetry.”\n\nShe leant placidly back. Cecil wondered why Lucy had been amused.\n\n" +- "“I tell you who has no ‘fences,’ as you call them,” she said, “and that’s Mr. " +- "Beebe.”\n\n“A parson fenceless would mean a parson defenceless.”\n\n" - "Lucy was slow to follow what people said, but quick enough to detect what they meant. " - "She missed Cecil’s epigram, but grasped the feeling that prompted it.\n\n" - "“Don’t you like Mr. Beebe?” she asked thoughtfully.\n\n" - "“I never said so!” he cried. “I consider him far above the average. " - "I only denied—” And he swept off on the subject of fences again, and was brilliant.\n\n" -- "“Now, a clergyman that I do hate,” said she wanting to say something sympathetic, “a clergyman that does have fences, and the most dreadful ones" -- ", is Mr. Eager, the English chaplain at Florence. He was truly insincere—not merely the manner unfortunate. " +- "“Now, a clergyman that I do hate,” said she wanting to say something sympathetic, “a clergyman that does have fences, and the most " +- "dreadful ones, is Mr. Eager, the English chaplain at Florence. He was truly insincere—not merely the manner unfortunate. " - "He was a snob, and so conceited, and he did say such unkind things.”\n\n“What sort of things?”\n\n" - "“There was an old man at the Bertolini whom he said had murdered his wife.”\n\n“Perhaps he had.”\n\n“No!”\n\n" -- "“Why ‘no’?”\n\n“He was such a nice old man, I’m sure.”\n\nCecil laughed at her feminine inconsequence.\n\n" +- "“Why ‘no’?”\n\n“He was such a nice old man, I’m sure.”\n\n" +- "Cecil laughed at her feminine inconsequence.\n\n" - "“Well, I did try to sift the thing. Mr. Eager would never come to the point. " - "He prefers it vague—said the old man had ‘practically’ murdered his wife—had murdered her in the sight of God.”\n\n" - "“Hush, dear!” said Mrs. Honeychurch absently.\n\n" @@ -1924,20 +2057,20 @@ expression: chunks - "Whatever is there to shout over? I forbid you and Cecil to hate any more clergymen.”\n\n" - "He smiled. There was indeed something rather incongruous in Lucy’s moral outburst over Mr. Eager. " - "It was as if one should see the Leonardo on the ceiling of the Sistine. " -- "He longed to hint to her that not here lay her vocation; that a woman’s power and charm reside in mystery, not in muscular rant" -- ". But possibly rant is a sign of vitality: it mars the beautiful creature, but shows that she is alive. " +- "He longed to hint to her that not here lay her vocation; that a woman’s power and charm reside in mystery, not in muscular " +- "rant. But possibly rant is a sign of vitality: it mars the beautiful creature, but shows that she is alive. " - "After a moment, he contemplated her flushed face and excited gestures with a certain approval. He forebore to repress the sources of youth.\n\n" - "Nature—simplest of topics, he thought—lay around them. " -- "He praised the pine-woods, the deep lasts of bracken, the crimson leaves that spotted the hurt-bushes, the serviceable beauty of the " -- "turnpike road. The outdoor world was not very familiar to him, and occasionally he went wrong in a question of fact. Mrs. " +- "He praised the pine-woods, the deep lasts of bracken, the crimson leaves that spotted the hurt-bushes, the serviceable beauty of " +- "the turnpike road. The outdoor world was not very familiar to him, and occasionally he went wrong in a question of fact. Mrs. " - "Honeychurch’s mouth twitched when he spoke of the perpetual green of the larch.\n\n" - "“I count myself a lucky person,” he concluded, “When I’m in London I feel I could never live out of it. " - "When I’m in the country I feel the same about the country. " -- "After all, I do believe that birds and trees and the sky are the most wonderful things in life, and that the people who live amongst them must be the " -- "best. It’s true that in nine cases out of ten they don’t seem to notice anything. " +- "After all, I do believe that birds and trees and the sky are the most wonderful things in life, and that the people who live amongst them must " +- "be the best. It’s true that in nine cases out of ten they don’t seem to notice anything. " - "The country gentleman and the country labourer are each in their way the most depressing of companions. " -- "Yet they may have a tacit sympathy with the workings of Nature which is denied to us of the town. Do you feel that, Mrs.\n" -- "Honeychurch?”\n\n" +- "Yet they may have a tacit sympathy with the workings of Nature which is denied to us of the town. " +- "Do you feel that, Mrs.\nHoneychurch?”\n\n" - "Mrs. Honeychurch started and smiled. She had not been attending. Cecil,\n" - "who was rather crushed on the front seat of the victoria, felt irritable, and determined not to say anything interesting again.\n\n" - "Lucy had not attended either. Her brow was wrinkled, and she still looked furiously cross—the result, he concluded, of too much moral gymnastics. " @@ -1949,11 +2082,12 @@ expression: chunks - "Let us take Mrs. Honeychurch’s advice and hate clergymen no more.\nWhat’s this place?”\n\n" - "“Summer Street, of course,” said Lucy, and roused herself.\n\n" - "The woods had opened to leave space for a sloping triangular meadow.\n" -- "Pretty cottages lined it on two sides, and the upper and third side was occupied by a new stone church, expensively simple, a charming shingled spire" -- ". Mr. Beebe’s house was near the church. In height it scarcely exceeded the cottages. " +- "Pretty cottages lined it on two sides, and the upper and third side was occupied by a new stone church, expensively simple, a charming " +- "shingled spire. Mr. Beebe’s house was near the church. In height it scarcely exceeded the cottages. " - "Some great mansions were at hand, but they were hidden in the trees. " -- "The scene suggested a Swiss Alp rather than the shrine and centre of a leisured world, and was marred only by two ugly little villas—the " -- "villas that had competed with Cecil’s engagement,\nhaving been acquired by Sir Harry Otway the very afternoon that Lucy had been acquired by Cecil.\n\n" +- "The scene suggested a Swiss Alp rather than the shrine and centre of a leisured world, and was marred only by two ugly little villas—" +- "the villas that had competed with Cecil’s engagement,\n" +- "having been acquired by Sir Harry Otway the very afternoon that Lucy had been acquired by Cecil.\n\n" - "“Cissie” was the name of one of these villas, “Albert” of the other.\n" - "These titles were not only picked out in shaded Gothic on the garden gates, but appeared a second time on the porches, where they followed the " - "semicircular curve of the entrance arch in block capitals. “Albert”\n" @@ -1969,20 +2103,22 @@ expression: chunks - "I can’t, I really can’t turn out Miss Flack.”\n\n" - "“Am I not always right? She ought to have gone before the contract was signed. " - "Does she still live rent free, as she did in her nephew’s time?”\n\n" -- "“But what can I do?” He lowered his voice. “An old lady, so very vulgar, and almost bedridden.”\n\n" -- "“Turn her out,” said Cecil bravely.\n\n" +- "“But what can I do?” He lowered his voice. " +- "“An old lady, so very vulgar, and almost bedridden.”\n\n“Turn her out,” said Cecil bravely.\n\n" - "Sir Harry sighed, and looked at the villas mournfully. He had had full warning of Mr. " - "Flack’s intentions, and might have bought the plot before building commenced: but he was apathetic and dilatory. " - "He had known Summer Street for so many years that he could not imagine it being spoilt. Not till Mrs. " - "Flack had laid the foundation stone, and the apparition of red and cream brick began to rise did he take alarm.\n" - "He called on Mr. " -- "Flack, the local builder,—a most reasonable and respectful man—who agreed that tiles would have made more artistic roof, but pointed out that " -- "slates were cheaper. He ventured to differ,\n" -- "however, about the Corinthian columns which were to cling like leeches to the frames of the bow windows, saying that, for his part" -- ", he liked to relieve the façade by a bit of decoration. Sir Harry hinted that a column, if possible, should be structural as well as decorative.\n\n" +- "Flack, the local builder,—a most reasonable and respectful man—who agreed that tiles would have made more artistic roof, but pointed " +- "out that slates were cheaper. He ventured to differ,\n" +- "however, about the Corinthian columns which were to cling like leeches to the frames of the bow windows, saying that, for " +- "his part, he liked to relieve the façade by a bit of decoration. " +- "Sir Harry hinted that a column, if possible, should be structural as well as decorative.\n\n" - "Mr. " -- "Flack replied that all the columns had been ordered, adding, “and all the capitals different—one with dragons in the foliage, another approaching to the " -- "Ionian style, another introducing Mrs. Flack’s initials—every one different.” For he had read his Ruskin. " +- "Flack replied that all the columns had been ordered, adding, “and all the capitals different—one with dragons in the foliage, another approaching " +- "to the Ionian style, another introducing Mrs. Flack’s initials—every one different.” " +- "For he had read his Ruskin. " - "He built his villas according to his desire; and not until he had inserted an immovable aunt into one of them did Sir Harry buy.\n\n" - "This futile and unprofitable transaction filled the knight with sadness as he leant on Mrs. Honeychurch’s carriage. " - "He had failed in his duties to the country-side, and the country-side was laughing at him as well.\n" @@ -1995,9 +2131,10 @@ expression: chunks - "“You ought to find a tenant at once,” he said maliciously. “It would be a perfect paradise for a bank clerk.”\n\n" - "“Exactly!” said Sir Harry excitedly. “That is exactly what I fear, Mr.\n" - "Vyse. It will attract the wrong type of people. The train service has improved—a fatal improvement, to my mind. " -- "And what are five miles from a station in these days of bicycles?”\n\n“Rather a strenuous clerk it would be,” said Lucy.\n\n" -- "Cecil, who had his full share of mediaeval mischievousness, replied that the physique of the lower middle classes was improving at a most " -- "appalling rate. She saw that he was laughing at their harmless neighbour, and roused herself to stop him.\n\n" +- "And what are five miles from a station in these days of bicycles?”\n\n" +- "“Rather a strenuous clerk it would be,” said Lucy.\n\n" +- "Cecil, who had his full share of mediaeval mischievousness, replied that the physique of the lower middle classes was improving at " +- "a most appalling rate. She saw that he was laughing at their harmless neighbour, and roused herself to stop him.\n\n" - "“Sir Harry!” she exclaimed, “I have an idea. How would you like spinsters?”\n\n" - "“My dear Lucy, it would be splendid. Do you know any such?”\n\n“Yes; I met them abroad.”\n\n" - "“Gentlewomen?” he asked tentatively.\n\n" @@ -2007,25 +2144,28 @@ expression: chunks - "“Indeed you may!” he cried. “Here we are with the difficulty solved already. How delightful it is! " - "Extra facilities—please tell them they shall have extra facilities, for I shall have no agents’ fees. Oh, the agents! " - "The appalling people they have sent me! " -- "One woman, when I wrote—a tactful letter, you know—asking her to explain her social position to me, replied that she would pay the " -- "rent in advance. As if one cares about that! " -- "And several references I took up were most unsatisfactory—people swindlers, or not respectable. And oh, the deceit! " -- "I have seen a good deal of the seamy side this last week. The deceit of the most promising people. " -- "My dear Lucy, the deceit!”\n\nShe nodded.\n\n" -- "“My advice,” put in Mrs. Honeychurch, “is to have nothing to do with Lucy and her decayed gentlewomen at all. " -- "I know the type. Preserve me from people who have seen better days, and bring heirlooms with them that make the house smell stuffy. " -- "It’s a sad thing, but I’d far rather let to some one who is going up in the world than to someone who has come down." -- "”\n\n“I think I follow you,” said Sir Harry; “but it is, as you say, a very sad thing.”\n\n" +- "One woman, when I wrote—a tactful letter, you know—asking her to explain her social position to me, replied that she would " +- "pay the rent in advance. As if one cares about that! " +- "And several references I took up were most unsatisfactory—people swindlers, or not respectable. " +- "And oh, the deceit! I have seen a good deal of the seamy side this last week. " +- "The deceit of the most promising people. My dear Lucy, the deceit!”\n\nShe nodded.\n\n" +- "“My advice,” put in Mrs. " +- "Honeychurch, “is to have nothing to do with Lucy and her decayed gentlewomen at all. I know the type. " +- "Preserve me from people who have seen better days, and bring heirlooms with them that make the house smell stuffy. " +- "It’s a sad thing, but I’d far rather let to some one who is going up in the world than to someone who has come " +- "down.”\n\n“I think I follow you,” said Sir Harry; “but it is, as you say, a very sad thing.”\n\n" - "“The Misses Alan aren’t that!” cried Lucy.\n\n" - "“Yes, they are,” said Cecil. " - "“I haven’t met them but I should say they were a highly unsuitable addition to the neighbourhood.”\n\n" - "“Don’t listen to him, Sir Harry—he’s tiresome.”\n\n" - "“It’s I who am tiresome,” he replied. “I oughtn’t to come with my troubles to young people. " -- "But really I am so worried, and Lady Otway will only say that I cannot be too careful, which is quite true, but no real help." -- "”\n\n“Then may I write to my Misses Alan?”\n\n“Please!”\n\nBut his eye wavered when Mrs. Honeychurch exclaimed:\n\n" +- "But really I am so worried, and Lady Otway will only say that I cannot be too careful, which is quite true, but no real " +- "help.”\n\n“Then may I write to my Misses Alan?”\n\n“Please!”\n\n" +- "But his eye wavered when Mrs. Honeychurch exclaimed:\n\n" - "“Beware! They are certain to have canaries. " - "Sir Harry, beware of canaries: they spit the seed out through the bars of the cages and then the mice come. " -- "Beware of women altogether. Only let to a man.”\n\n“Really—” he murmured gallantly, though he saw the wisdom of her remark.\n\n" +- "Beware of women altogether. Only let to a man.”\n\n" +- "“Really—” he murmured gallantly, though he saw the wisdom of her remark.\n\n" - "“Men don’t gossip over tea-cups. " - "If they get drunk, there’s an end of them—they lie down comfortably and sleep it off. If they’re vulgar,\n" - "they somehow keep it to themselves. It doesn’t spread so. Give me a man—of course, provided he’s clean.”\n\n" @@ -2033,7 +2173,8 @@ expression: chunks - "He suggested that Mrs. Honeychurch, if she had time,\n" - "should descend from the carriage and inspect “Cissie” for herself. She was delighted. " - "Nature had intended her to be poor and to live in such a house. Domestic arrangements always attracted her, especially when they were on a small scale.\n\n" -- "Cecil pulled Lucy back as she followed her mother.\n\n“Mrs. Honeychurch,” he said, “what if we two walk home and leave you?”\n\n" +- "Cecil pulled Lucy back as she followed her mother.\n\n" +- "“Mrs. Honeychurch,” he said, “what if we two walk home and leave you?”\n\n" - "“Certainly!” was her cordial reply.\n\n" - "Sir Harry likewise seemed almost too glad to get rid of them. He beamed at them knowingly, said, “Aha! " - "young people, young people!” and then hastened to unlock the house.\n\n" @@ -2042,13 +2183,14 @@ expression: chunks - "“He isn’t clever, but really he is nice.”\n\n" - "“No, Lucy, he stands for all that is bad in country life. In London he would keep his place. " - "He would belong to a brainless club, and his wife would give brainless dinner parties. " -- "But down here he acts the little god with his gentility, and his patronage, and his sham aesthetics, and every one—even your mother—" -- "is taken in.”\n\n" -- "“All that you say is quite true,” said Lucy, though she felt discouraged. “I wonder whether—whether it matters so very much.”\n\n" +- "But down here he acts the little god with his gentility, and his patronage, and his sham aesthetics, and every one—even your " +- "mother—is taken in.”\n\n" +- "“All that you say is quite true,” said Lucy, though she felt discouraged. " +- "“I wonder whether—whether it matters so very much.”\n\n" - "“It matters supremely. Sir Harry is the essence of that garden-party.\n" - "Oh, goodness, how cross I feel! " -- "How I do hope he’ll get some vulgar tenant in that villa—some woman so really vulgar that he’ll notice it.\n" -- "_Gentlefolks!_ Ugh! with his bald head and retreating chin! But let’s forget him.”\n\n" +- How I do hope he’ll get some vulgar tenant in that villa—some woman so really vulgar that he’ll notice it +- ".\n_Gentlefolks!_ Ugh! with his bald head and retreating chin! But let’s forget him.”\n\n" - "This Lucy was glad enough to do. If Cecil disliked Sir Harry Otway and Mr. " - "Beebe, what guarantee was there that the people who really mattered to her would escape? For instance, Freddy. Freddy was neither clever,\n" - "nor subtle, nor beautiful, and what prevented Cecil from saying, any minute, “It would be wrong not to loathe Freddy”? " @@ -2056,14 +2198,16 @@ expression: chunks - "She could only assure herself that Cecil had known Freddy some time, and that they had always got on pleasantly, except, perhaps,\n" - "during the last few days, which was an accident, perhaps.\n\n“Which way shall we go?” she asked him.\n\n" - "Nature—simplest of topics, she thought—was around them. " -- "Summer Street lay deep in the woods, and she had stopped where a footpath diverged from the highroad.\n\n“Are there two ways?”\n\n" -- "“Perhaps the road is more sensible, as we’re got up smart.”\n\n" +- "Summer Street lay deep in the woods, and she had stopped where a footpath diverged from the highroad.\n\n" +- "“Are there two ways?”\n\n“Perhaps the road is more sensible, as we’re got up smart.”\n\n" - "“I’d rather go through the wood,” said Cecil, With that subdued irritation that she had noticed in him all the afternoon. " - "“Why is it,\n" -- "Lucy, that you always say the road? Do you know that you have never once been with me in the fields or the wood since we were engaged?”\n\n" +- "Lucy, that you always say the road? " +- "Do you know that you have never once been with me in the fields or the wood since we were engaged?”\n\n" - "“Haven’t I? " -- "The wood, then,” said Lucy, startled at his queerness, but pretty sure that he would explain later; it was not his habit to leave " -- "her in doubt as to his meaning.\n\nShe led the way into the whispering pines, and sure enough he did explain before they had gone a dozen yards.\n\n" +- "The wood, then,” said Lucy, startled at his queerness, but pretty sure that he would explain later; it was not his habit " +- "to leave her in doubt as to his meaning.\n\n" +- "She led the way into the whispering pines, and sure enough he did explain before they had gone a dozen yards.\n\n" - "“I had got an idea—I dare say wrongly—that you feel more at home with me in a room.”\n\n" - "“A room?” she echoed, hopelessly bewildered.\n\n" - "“Yes. Or, at the most, in a garden, or on a road. Never in the real country like this.”\n\n" @@ -2076,25 +2220,25 @@ expression: chunks - "“A drawing-room, pray? With no view?”\n\n“Yes, with no view, I fancy. Why not?”\n\n" - "“I’d rather,” he said reproachfully, “that you connected me with the open air.”\n\n" - "She said again, “Oh, Cecil, whatever do you mean?”\n\n" -- "As no explanation was forthcoming, she shook off the subject as too difficult for a girl, and led him further into the wood, pausing every now and then at " -- "some particularly beautiful or familiar combination of the trees. " -- "She had known the wood between Summer Street and Windy Corner ever since she could walk alone; she had played at losing Freddy in it, when Freddy was a " -- "purple-faced baby; and though she had been to Italy, it had lost none of its charm.\n\n" -- "Presently they came to a little clearing among the pines—another tiny green alp, solitary this time, and holding in its bosom a shallow " -- "pool.\n\nShe exclaimed, “The Sacred Lake!”\n\n“Why do you call it that?”\n\n" +- "As no explanation was forthcoming, she shook off the subject as too difficult for a girl, and led him further into the wood, pausing every now and " +- "then at some particularly beautiful or familiar combination of the trees. " +- "She had known the wood between Summer Street and Windy Corner ever since she could walk alone; she had played at losing Freddy in it, when Freddy " +- "was a purple-faced baby; and though she had been to Italy, it had lost none of its charm.\n\n" +- "Presently they came to a little clearing among the pines—another tiny green alp, solitary this time, and holding in its bosom " +- "a shallow pool.\n\nShe exclaimed, “The Sacred Lake!”\n\n“Why do you call it that?”\n\n" - "“I can’t remember why. I suppose it comes out of some book. " - "It’s only a puddle now, but you see that stream going through it? " -- "Well, a good deal of water comes down after heavy rains, and can’t get away at once, and the pool becomes quite large and beautiful. " -- "Then Freddy used to bathe there. He is very fond of it.”\n\n“And you?”\n\n" -- "He meant, “Are you fond of it?” But she answered dreamily, “I bathed here, too, till I was found out. " -- "Then there was a row.”\n\n" +- "Well, a good deal of water comes down after heavy rains, and can’t get away at once, and the pool becomes quite large and beautiful" +- ". Then Freddy used to bathe there. He is very fond of it.”\n\n“And you?”\n\n" +- "He meant, “Are you fond of it?” " +- "But she answered dreamily, “I bathed here, too, till I was found out. Then there was a row.”\n\n" - "At another time he might have been shocked, for he had depths of prudishness within him. But now? " - "with his momentary cult of the fresh air, he was delighted at her admirable simplicity. " - "He looked at her as she stood by the pool’s edge. She was got up smart, as she phrased it,\n" - "and she reminded him of some brilliant flower that has no leaves of its own, but blooms abruptly out of a world of green.\n\n" -- "“Who found you out?”\n\n“Charlotte,” she murmured. “She was stopping with us.\nCharlotte—Charlotte.”\n\n“Poor girl!”\n\n" -- "She smiled gravely. A certain scheme, from which hitherto he had shrunk, now appeared practical.\n\n“Lucy!”\n\n" -- "“Yes, I suppose we ought to be going,” was her reply.\n\n" +- "“Who found you out?”\n\n“Charlotte,” she murmured. “She was stopping with us.\nCharlotte—Charlotte.”\n\n" +- "“Poor girl!”\n\nShe smiled gravely. A certain scheme, from which hitherto he had shrunk, now appeared practical.\n\n" +- "“Lucy!”\n\n“Yes, I suppose we ought to be going,” was her reply.\n\n" - "“Lucy, I want to ask something of you that I have never asked before.”\n\n" - "At the serious note in his voice she stepped frankly and kindly towards him.\n\n“What, Cecil?”\n\n" - "“Hitherto never—not even that day on the lawn when you agreed to marry me—”\n\n" @@ -2110,52 +2254,55 @@ expression: chunks - "Above all, it should never ask for leave where there is a right of way. " - "Why could he not do as any labourer or navvy—nay, as any young man behind the counter would have done? " - "He recast the scene. " -- "Lucy was standing flowerlike by the water, he rushed up and took her in his arms; she rebuked him, permitted him and revered him ever after " -- "for his manliness. For he believed that women revere men for their manliness.\n\n" -- "They left the pool in silence, after this one salutation. He waited for her to make some remark which should show him her inmost thoughts. " -- "At last she spoke, and with fitting gravity.\n\n“Emerson was the name, not Harris.”\n\n“What name?”\n\n" -- "“The old man’s.”\n\n“What old man?”\n\n" +- "Lucy was standing flowerlike by the water, he rushed up and took her in his arms; she rebuked him, permitted him and revered him " +- "ever after for his manliness. For he believed that women revere men for their manliness.\n\n" +- "They left the pool in silence, after this one salutation. " +- "He waited for her to make some remark which should show him her inmost thoughts. At last she spoke, and with fitting gravity.\n\n" +- "“Emerson was the name, not Harris.”\n\n“What name?”\n\n“The old man’s.”\n\n“What old man?”\n\n" - "“That old man I told you about. The one Mr. Eager was so unkind to.”\n\n" - "He could not know that this was the most intimate conversation they had ever had.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter X Cecil as a Humourist\n\n\n" -- "The society out of which Cecil proposed to rescue Lucy was perhaps no very splendid affair, yet it was more splendid than her antecedents entitled her to. " -- "Her father, a prosperous local solicitor, had built Windy Corner, as a speculation at the time the district was opening up,\n" +- "The society out of which Cecil proposed to rescue Lucy was perhaps no very splendid affair, yet it was more splendid than her antecedents entitled her " +- "to. Her father, a prosperous local solicitor, had built Windy Corner, as a speculation at the time the district was opening up,\n" - "and, falling in love with his own creation, had ended by living there himself. Soon after his marriage the social atmosphere began to alter.\n" -- "Other houses were built on the brow of that steep southern slope and others, again, among the pine-trees behind, and northward on the chalk barrier of the " -- "downs. " -- "Most of these houses were larger than Windy Corner, and were filled by people who came, not from the district, but from London, and who mistook " -- "the Honeychurches for the remnants of an indigenous aristocracy. He was inclined to be frightened, but his wife accepted the situation without either pride or humility. " +- "Other houses were built on the brow of that steep southern slope and others, again, among the pine-trees behind, and northward on the chalk barrier " +- "of the downs. " +- "Most of these houses were larger than Windy Corner, and were filled by people who came, not from the district, but from London, and who " +- "mistook the Honeychurches for the remnants of an indigenous aristocracy. " +- "He was inclined to be frightened, but his wife accepted the situation without either pride or humility. " - "“I cannot think what people are doing,” she would say, “but it is extremely fortunate for the children.” " -- "She called everywhere; her calls were returned with enthusiasm, and by the time people found out that she was not exactly of their _milieu_, they " -- "liked her, and it did not seem to matter. When Mr. " +- "She called everywhere; her calls were returned with enthusiasm, and by the time people found out that she was not exactly of their _milieu_" +- ", they liked her, and it did not seem to matter. When Mr. " - "Honeychurch died, he had the satisfaction—which few honest solicitors despise—of leaving his family rooted in the best society obtainable.\n\n" - "The best obtainable. Certainly many of the immigrants were rather dull,\nand Lucy realized this more vividly since her return from Italy.\n" -- "Hitherto she had accepted their ideals without questioning—their kindly affluence, their inexplosive religion, their dislike of paper-bags" -- ",\n" +- "Hitherto she had accepted their ideals without questioning—their kindly affluence, their inexplosive religion, their dislike of paper" +- "-bags,\n" - "orange-peel, and broken bottles. A Radical out and out, she learnt to speak with horror of Suburbia. " - "Life, so far as she troubled to conceive it, was a circle of rich, pleasant people, with identical interests and identical foes. " - "In this circle, one thought, married, and died. " -- "Outside it were poverty and vulgarity for ever trying to enter, just as the London fog tries to enter the pine-woods pouring through the gaps in " -- "the northern hills. But, in Italy, where any one who chooses may warm himself in equality, as in the sun, this conception of life vanished.\n" -- "Her senses expanded; she felt that there was no one whom she might not get to like, that social barriers were irremovable, doubtless, but " -- "not particularly high. " -- "You jump over them just as you jump into a peasant’s olive-yard in the Apennines, and he is glad to see you. " -- "She returned with new eyes.\n\n" +- "Outside it were poverty and vulgarity for ever trying to enter, just as the London fog tries to enter the pine-woods pouring through the " +- "gaps in the northern hills. " +- "But, in Italy, where any one who chooses may warm himself in equality, as in the sun, this conception of life vanished.\n" +- "Her senses expanded; she felt that there was no one whom she might not get to like, that social barriers were irremovable, doubtless" +- ", but not particularly high. " +- "You jump over them just as you jump into a peasant’s olive-yard in the Apennines, and he is glad to see you" +- ". She returned with new eyes.\n\n" - "So did Cecil; but Italy had quickened Cecil, not to tolerance, but to irritation. " - "He saw that the local society was narrow, but, instead of saying, “Does that very much matter?” " - "he rebelled, and tried to substitute for it the society he called broad. " -- "He did not realize that Lucy had consecrated her environment by the thousand little civilities that create a tenderness in time, and that though her eyes saw its defects" -- ", her heart refused to despise it entirely. " -- "Nor did he realize a more important point—that if she was too great for this society, she was too great for all society, and had reached the stage " -- "where personal intercourse would alone satisfy her. " -- "A rebel she was, but not of the kind he understood—a rebel who desired, not a wider dwelling-room, but equality beside the man she loved" -- ". For Italy was offering her the most priceless of all possessions—her own soul.\n\n" -- "Playing bumble-puppy with Minnie Beebe, niece to the rector, and aged thirteen—an ancient and most honourable game, which consists in striking " -- "tennis-balls high into the air, so that they fall over the net and immoderately bounce; some hit Mrs. " +- "He did not realize that Lucy had consecrated her environment by the thousand little civilities that create a tenderness in time, and that though her eyes saw " +- "its defects, her heart refused to despise it entirely. " +- "Nor did he realize a more important point—that if she was too great for this society, she was too great for all society, and had reached " +- "the stage where personal intercourse would alone satisfy her. " +- "A rebel she was, but not of the kind he understood—a rebel who desired, not a wider dwelling-room, but equality beside the man " +- "she loved. For Italy was offering her the most priceless of all possessions—her own soul.\n\n" +- "Playing bumble-puppy with Minnie Beebe, niece to the rector, and aged thirteen—an ancient and most honourable game, which consists " +- "in striking tennis-balls high into the air, so that they fall over the net and immoderately bounce; some hit Mrs. " - "Honeychurch; others are lost.\n" - "The sentence is confused, but the better illustrates Lucy’s state of mind, for she was trying to talk to Mr. " - "Beebe at the same time.\n\n" -- "“Oh, it has been such a nuisance—first he, then they—no one knowing what they wanted, and everyone so tiresome.”\n\n" +- "“Oh, it has been such a nuisance—first he, then they—no one knowing what they wanted, and everyone so tiresome" +- ".”\n\n" - "“But they really are coming now,” said Mr. Beebe. " - "“I wrote to Miss Teresa a few days ago—she was wondering how often the butcher called,\n" - "and my reply of once a month must have impressed her favourably. They are coming. I heard from them this morning.\n\n" @@ -2165,37 +2312,42 @@ expression: chunks - "And poor Lucy—serve her right—worn to a shadow.”\n\n" - "Mr. Beebe watched the shadow springing and shouting over the tennis-court. " - "Cecil was absent—one did not play bumble-puppy when he was there.\n\n" -- "“Well, if they are coming—No, Minnie, not Saturn.” Saturn was a tennis-ball whose skin was partially unsewn. " -- "When in motion his orb was encircled by a ring. " -- "“If they are coming, Sir Harry will let them move in before the twenty-ninth, and he will cross out the clause about whitewashing the ceilings" -- ", because it made them nervous, and put in the fair wear and tear one.—That doesn’t count. I told you not Saturn.”\n\n" -- "“Saturn’s all right for bumble-puppy,” cried Freddy, joining them.\n“Minnie, don’t you listen to her.”\n\n" -- "“Saturn doesn’t bounce.”\n\n“Saturn bounces enough.”\n\n“No, he doesn’t.”\n\n" -- "“Well; he bounces better than the Beautiful White Devil.”\n\n“Hush, dear,” said Mrs. Honeychurch.\n\n" -- "“But look at Lucy—complaining of Saturn, and all the time’s got the Beautiful White Devil in her hand, ready to plug it in. " -- "That’s right,\n" +- "“Well, if they are coming—No, Minnie, not Saturn.” " +- "Saturn was a tennis-ball whose skin was partially unsewn. When in motion his orb was encircled by a ring. " +- "“If they are coming, Sir Harry will let them move in before the twenty-ninth, and he will cross out the clause about whitewashing " +- "the ceilings, because it made them nervous, and put in the fair wear and tear one.—That doesn’t count. " +- "I told you not Saturn.”\n\n" +- "“Saturn’s all right for bumble-puppy,” cried Freddy, joining them.\n" +- "“Minnie, don’t you listen to her.”\n\n“Saturn doesn’t bounce.”\n\n“Saturn bounces enough.”\n\n" +- "“No, he doesn’t.”\n\n“Well; he bounces better than the Beautiful White Devil.”\n\n" +- "“Hush, dear,” said Mrs. Honeychurch.\n\n" +- "“But look at Lucy—complaining of Saturn, and all the time’s got the Beautiful White Devil in her hand, ready to plug it in" +- ". That’s right,\n" - "Minnie, go for her—get her over the shins with the racquet—get her over the shins!”\n\n" - "Lucy fell, the Beautiful White Devil rolled from her hand.\n\n" - "Mr. Beebe picked it up, and said: “The name of this ball is Vittoria Corombona, please.” " - "But his correction passed unheeded.\n\n" -- "Freddy possessed to a high degree the power of lashing little girls to fury, and in half a minute he had transformed Minnie from a well-mannered " -- "child into a howling wilderness. " -- "Up in the house Cecil heard them, and, though he was full of entertaining news, he did not come down to impart it, in case he got " -- "hurt. He was not a coward and bore necessary pain as well as any man. But he hated the physical violence of the young. How right it was! " -- "Sure enough it ended in a cry.\n\n" +- "Freddy possessed to a high degree the power of lashing little girls to fury, and in half a minute he had transformed Minnie from a well-" +- "mannered child into a howling wilderness. " +- "Up in the house Cecil heard them, and, though he was full of entertaining news, he did not come down to impart it, in case " +- "he got hurt. He was not a coward and bore necessary pain as well as any man. But he hated the physical violence of the young. " +- "How right it was! Sure enough it ended in a cry.\n\n" - "“I wish the Miss Alans could see this,” observed Mr. " - "Beebe, just as Lucy, who was nursing the injured Minnie, was in turn lifted off her feet by her brother.\n\n" -- "“Who are the Miss Alans?” Freddy panted.\n\n“They have taken Cissie Villa.”\n\n“That wasn’t the name—”\n\n" +- "“Who are the Miss Alans?” Freddy panted.\n\n“They have taken Cissie Villa.”\n\n" +- "“That wasn’t the name—”\n\n" - "Here his foot slipped, and they all fell most agreeably on to the grass. An interval elapses.\n\n" - "“Wasn’t what name?” asked Lucy, with her brother’s head in her lap.\n\n" -- "“Alan wasn’t the name of the people Sir Harry’s let to.”\n\n“Nonsense, Freddy! You know nothing about it.”\n\n" +- "“Alan wasn’t the name of the people Sir Harry’s let to.”\n\n" +- "“Nonsense, Freddy! You know nothing about it.”\n\n" - "“Nonsense yourself! I’ve this minute seen him. He said to me: ‘Ahem!\n" - "Honeychurch,’”—Freddy was an indifferent mimic—“‘ahem! ahem! " - "I have at last procured really dee-sire-rebel tenants.’ I said, ‘ooray, old boy!’\n" - "and slapped him on the back.”\n\n“Exactly. The Miss Alans?”\n\n“Rather not. More like Anderson.”\n\n" - "“Oh, good gracious, there isn’t going to be another muddle!” Mrs.\n" -- "Honeychurch exclaimed. “Do you notice, Lucy, I’m always right? I _said_ don’t interfere with Cissie Villa. " -- "I’m always right. I’m quite uneasy at being always right so often.”\n\n" +- "Honeychurch exclaimed. “Do you notice, Lucy, I’m always right? " +- "I _said_ don’t interfere with Cissie Villa. I’m always right. " +- "I’m quite uneasy at being always right so often.”\n\n" - "“It’s only another muddle of Freddy’s. " - "Freddy doesn’t even know the name of the people he pretends have taken it instead.”\n\n" - "“Yes, I do. I’ve got it. Emerson.”\n\n“What name?”\n\n" @@ -2206,8 +2358,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Meanwhile the name of the new tenants had diverted Mrs. Honeychurch from the contemplation of her own abilities.\n\n" - "“Emerson, Freddy? Do you know what Emersons they are?”\n\n" - "“I don’t know whether they’re any Emersons,” retorted Freddy, who was democratic. " -- "Like his sister and like most young people, he was naturally attracted by the idea of equality, and the undeniable fact that there are different kinds of " -- "Emersons annoyed him beyond measure.\n\n" +- "Like his sister and like most young people, he was naturally attracted by the idea of equality, and the undeniable fact that there are different kinds " +- "of Emersons annoyed him beyond measure.\n\n" - "“I trust they are the right sort of person. " - "All right, Lucy”—she was sitting up again—“I see you looking down your nose and thinking your mother’s a snob. " - "But there is a right sort and a wrong sort, and it’s affectation to pretend there isn’t.”\n\n" @@ -2218,8 +2370,8 @@ expression: chunks - "“I was merely going to remark, Freddy, that I trusted they were no relations of Emerson the philosopher, a most trying man. " - "Pray, does that satisfy you?”\n\n" - "“Oh, yes,” he grumbled. " -- "“And you will be satisfied, too, for they’re friends of Cecil; so”—elaborate irony—“you and the other country families will be " -- "able to call in perfect safety.”\n\n“_Cecil?_” exclaimed Lucy.\n\n" +- "“And you will be satisfied, too, for they’re friends of Cecil; so”—elaborate irony—“you and the other country families " +- "will be able to call in perfect safety.”\n\n“_Cecil?_” exclaimed Lucy.\n\n" - "“Don’t be rude, dear,” said his mother placidly. “Lucy, don’t screech.\n" - "It’s a new bad habit you’re getting into.”\n\n“But has Cecil—”\n\n" - "“Friends of Cecil’s,” he repeated, “‘and so really dee-sire-rebel.\n" @@ -2229,27 +2381,30 @@ expression: chunks - "She might well “screech” when she heard that it came partly from her lover. Mr. " - "Vyse was a tease—something worse than a tease: he took a malicious pleasure in thwarting people. " - "The clergyman, knowing this, looked at Miss Honeychurch with more than his usual kindness.\n\n" -- "When she exclaimed, “But Cecil’s Emersons—they can’t possibly be the same ones—there is that—” he did not consider that " -- "the exclamation was strange, but saw in it an opportunity of diverting the conversation while she recovered her composure. He diverted it as follows:\n\n" +- "When she exclaimed, “But Cecil’s Emersons—they can’t possibly be the same ones—there is that—” he did not " +- "consider that the exclamation was strange, but saw in it an opportunity of diverting the conversation while she recovered her composure. " +- "He diverted it as follows:\n\n" - "“The Emersons who were at Florence, do you mean? No, I don’t suppose it will prove to be them. " -- "It is probably a long cry from them to friends of Mr. Vyse’s. Oh, Mrs. Honeychurch, the oddest people! " -- "The queerest people! For our part we liked them, didn’t we?” He appealed to Lucy.\n" +- "It is probably a long cry from them to friends of Mr. Vyse’s. Oh, Mrs. " +- "Honeychurch, the oddest people! The queerest people! For our part we liked them, didn’t we?” " +- "He appealed to Lucy.\n" - "“There was a great scene over some violets. " - "They picked violets and filled all the vases in the room of these very Miss Alans who have failed to come to Cissie Villa. " - "Poor little ladies! So shocked and so pleased. It used to be one of Miss Catharine’s great stories. " - "‘My dear sister loves flowers,’ it began. " -- They found the whole room a mass of blue—vases and jugs—and the story ends with ‘So ungentlemanly and yet so beautiful -- ".’ It is all very difficult. Yes, I always connect those Florentine Emersons with violets.”\n\n" -- "“Fiasco’s done you this time,” remarked Freddy, not seeing that his sister’s face was very red. She could not recover herself. " -- "Mr. Beebe saw it, and continued to divert the conversation.\n\n" -- "“These particular Emersons consisted of a father and a son—the son a goodly, if not a good young man; not a fool, I fancy" -- ", but very immature—pessimism, et cetera. " +- "They found the whole room a mass of blue—vases and jugs—and the story ends with ‘So ungentlemanly and yet " +- "so beautiful.’ It is all very difficult. Yes, I always connect those Florentine Emersons with violets.”\n\n" +- "“Fiasco’s done you this time,” remarked Freddy, not seeing that his sister’s face was very red. " +- "She could not recover herself. Mr. Beebe saw it, and continued to divert the conversation.\n\n" +- "“These particular Emersons consisted of a father and a son—the son a goodly, if not a good young man; not a fool, " +- "I fancy, but very immature—pessimism, et cetera. " - "Our special joy was the father—such a sentimental darling, and people declared he had murdered his wife.”\n\n" - "In his normal state Mr. Beebe would never have repeated such gossip,\n" - "but he was trying to shelter Lucy in her little trouble. He repeated any rubbish that came into his head.\n\n" - "“Murdered his wife?” said Mrs. Honeychurch. “Lucy, don’t desert us—go on playing bumble-puppy. " -- "Really, the Pension Bertolini must have been the oddest place. That’s the second murderer I’ve heard of as being there. " -- "Whatever was Charlotte doing to stop? By-the-by, we really must ask Charlotte here some time.”\n\n" +- "Really, the Pension Bertolini must have been the oddest place. " +- "That’s the second murderer I’ve heard of as being there. Whatever was Charlotte doing to stop? " +- "By-the-by, we really must ask Charlotte here some time.”\n\n" - "Mr. Beebe could recall no second murderer. He suggested that his hostess was mistaken. At the hint of opposition she warmed. " - "She was perfectly sure that there had been a second tourist of whom the same story had been told. The name escaped her. What was the name? " - "Oh, what was the name? She clasped her knees for the name. Something in Thackeray. She struck her matronly forehead.\n\n" @@ -2257,16 +2412,17 @@ expression: chunks - "“I must go,” she said gravely. “Don’t be silly. You always overdo it when you play.”\n\n" - "As she left them her mother’s shout of “Harris!” " - "shivered the tranquil air, and reminded her that she had told a lie and had never put it right. " -- "Such a senseless lie, too, yet it shattered her nerves and made her connect these Emersons, friends of Cecil’s, with a pair of " -- "nondescript tourists. Hitherto truth had come to her naturally. " +- "Such a senseless lie, too, yet it shattered her nerves and made her connect these Emersons, friends of Cecil’s, with a pair " +- "of nondescript tourists. Hitherto truth had come to her naturally. " - "She saw that for the future she must be more vigilant, and be—absolutely truthful? " - "Well, at all events, she must not tell lies. She hurried up the garden, still flushed with shame. " - "A word from Cecil would soothe her, she was sure.\n\n“Cecil!”\n\n" - "“Hullo!” he called, and leant out of the smoking-room window. He seemed in high spirits. " - "“I was hoping you’d come. I heard you all bear-gardening, but there’s better fun up here. " - "I, even I, have won a great victory for the Comic Muse. " -- "George Meredith’s right—the cause of Comedy and the cause of Truth are really the same; and I, even I, have found tenants for the " -- "distressful Cissie Villa. Don’t be angry! Don’t be angry! You’ll forgive me when you hear it all.”\n\n" +- "George Meredith’s right—the cause of Comedy and the cause of Truth are really the same; and I, even I, have found tenants for " +- "the distressful Cissie Villa. Don’t be angry! Don’t be angry! " +- "You’ll forgive me when you hear it all.”\n\n" - "He looked very attractive when his face was bright, and he dispelled her ridiculous forebodings at once.\n\n" - "“I have heard,” she said. “Freddy has told us. Naughty Cecil! I suppose I must forgive you. " - "Just think of all the trouble I took for nothing!\n" @@ -2279,10 +2435,10 @@ expression: chunks - "“In the Umbrian Room. Absolute strangers. They were admiring Luca Signorelli—of course, quite stupidly. " - "However, we got talking, and they refreshed me not a little. They had been to Italy.”\n\n" - "“But, Cecil—” proceeded hilariously.\n\n" -- "“In the course of conversation they said that they wanted a country cottage—the father to live there, the son to run down for week-ends. " -- "I thought, ‘What a chance of scoring off Sir Harry!’ " -- "and I took their address and a London reference, found they weren’t actual blackguards—it was great sport—and wrote to him, making out" -- "—”\n\n“Cecil! No, it’s not fair. I’ve probably met them before—”\n\nHe bore her down.\n\n" +- "“In the course of conversation they said that they wanted a country cottage—the father to live there, the son to run down for week-ends" +- ". I thought, ‘What a chance of scoring off Sir Harry!’ " +- "and I took their address and a London reference, found they weren’t actual blackguards—it was great sport—and wrote to him, " +- "making out—”\n\n“Cecil! No, it’s not fair. I’ve probably met them before—”\n\nHe bore her down.\n\n" - "“Perfectly fair. Anything is fair that punishes a snob. That old man will do the neighbourhood a world of good. " - "Sir Harry is too disgusting with his ‘decayed gentlewomen.’ I meant to read him a lesson some time.\n" - "No, Lucy, the classes ought to mix, and before long you’ll agree with me. " @@ -2292,8 +2448,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Her face was inartistic—that of a peevish virago.\n\n" - "“It isn’t fair, Cecil. I blame you—I blame you very much indeed. " - "You had no business to undo my work about the Miss Alans, and make me look ridiculous. " -- "You call it scoring off Sir Harry, but do you realize that it is all at my expense? I consider it most disloyal of you.”\n\n" -- "She left him.\n\n“Temper!” he thought, raising his eyebrows.\n\n" +- "You call it scoring off Sir Harry, but do you realize that it is all at my expense? " +- "I consider it most disloyal of you.”\n\nShe left him.\n\n“Temper!” he thought, raising his eyebrows.\n\n" - "No, it was worse than temper—snobbishness. " - "As long as Lucy thought that his own smart friends were supplanting the Miss Alans, she had not minded. " - "He perceived that these new tenants might be of value educationally. He would tolerate the father and draw out the son, who was silent. " @@ -2307,12 +2463,12 @@ expression: chunks - "Beebe planned pleasant moments for the new-comers, and told Mrs. Honeychurch that Freddy must call on them as soon as they arrived. " - "Indeed, so ample was the Muse’s equipment that she permitted Mr. " - "Harris, never a very robust criminal, to droop his head, to be forgotten, and to die.\n\n" -- "Lucy—to descend from bright heaven to earth, whereon there are shadows because there are hills—Lucy was at first plunged into despair, but settled after a " -- "little thought that it did not matter the very least.\n" +- "Lucy—to descend from bright heaven to earth, whereon there are shadows because there are hills—Lucy was at first plunged into despair, but settled " +- "after a little thought that it did not matter the very least.\n" - "Now that she was engaged, the Emersons would scarcely insult her and were welcome into the neighbourhood. " - "And Cecil was welcome to bring whom he would into the neighbourhood. Therefore Cecil was welcome to bring the Emersons into the neighbourhood. " -- "But, as I say, this took a little thinking, and—so illogical are girls—the event remained rather greater and rather more dreadful than it should " -- "have done. She was glad that a visit to Mrs. " +- "But, as I say, this took a little thinking, and—so illogical are girls—the event remained rather greater and rather more dreadful than " +- "it should have done. She was glad that a visit to Mrs. " - "Vyse now fell due; the tenants moved into Cissie Villa while she was safe in the London flat.\n\n" - "“Cecil—Cecil darling,” she whispered the evening she arrived, and crept into his arms.\n\n" - "Cecil, too, became demonstrative. He saw that the needful fire had been kindled in Lucy. " @@ -2323,20 +2479,22 @@ expression: chunks - "A coolness had sprung up between the two cousins, and they had not corresponded since they parted in August. " - "The coolness dated from what Charlotte would call “the flight to Rome,” and in Rome it had increased amazingly. " - "For the companion who is merely uncongenial in the mediaeval world becomes exasperating in the classical. " -- "Charlotte, unselfish in the Forum, would have tried a sweeter temper than Lucy’s, and once, in the Baths of Caracalla" -- ", they had doubted whether they could continue their tour. Lucy had said she would join the Vyses—Mrs. " -- "Vyse was an acquaintance of her mother, so there was no impropriety in the plan and Miss Bartlett had replied that she was quite used to " -- "being abandoned suddenly. Finally nothing happened; but the coolness remained, and, for Lucy, was even increased when she opened the letter and read as follows. " +- "Charlotte, unselfish in the Forum, would have tried a sweeter temper than Lucy’s, and once, in the Baths of " +- "Caracalla, they had doubted whether they could continue their tour. Lucy had said she would join the Vyses—Mrs. " +- "Vyse was an acquaintance of her mother, so there was no impropriety in the plan and Miss Bartlett had replied that she was quite " +- "used to being abandoned suddenly. " +- "Finally nothing happened; but the coolness remained, and, for Lucy, was even increased when she opened the letter and read as follows. " - "It had been forwarded from Windy Corner.\n\n“TUNBRIDGE WELLS,\n“_September_.\n\n\n" - "“DEAREST LUCIA,\n\n\n" - "“I have news of you at last! " - "Miss Lavish has been bicycling in your parts, but was not sure whether a call would be welcome. " -- "Puncturing her tire near Summer Street, and it being mended while she sat very woebegone in that pretty churchyard, she saw to " -- "her astonishment, a door open opposite and the younger Emerson man come out. He said his father had just taken the house. " +- "Puncturing her tire near Summer Street, and it being mended while she sat very woebegone in that pretty churchyard, she " +- "saw to her astonishment, a door open opposite and the younger Emerson man come out. He said his father had just taken the house. " - "He _said_ he did not know that you lived in the neighbourhood (?). He never suggested giving Eleanor a cup of tea. " - "Dear Lucy, I am much worried, and I advise you to make a clean breast of his past behaviour to your mother, Freddy, and Mr. " - "Vyse, who will forbid him to enter the house, etc. That was a great misfortune,\n" -- "and I dare say you have told them already. Mr. Vyse is so sensitive. I remember how I used to get on his nerves at Rome. " +- "and I dare say you have told them already. Mr. Vyse is so sensitive. " +- "I remember how I used to get on his nerves at Rome. " - "I am very sorry about it all, and should not feel easy unless I warned you.\n\n\n" - "“Believe me,\n“Your anxious and loving cousin,\n“CHARLOTTE.”\n\n\n" - "Lucy was much annoyed, and replied as follows:\n\n“BEAUCHAMP MANSIONS, S.W.\n\n\n\n\n" @@ -2345,9 +2503,10 @@ expression: chunks - "Emerson forgot himself on the mountain, you made me promise not to tell mother, because you said she would blame you for not being always with me. " - "I have kept that promise,\n" - "and cannot possibly tell her now. " -- "I have said both to her and Cecil that I met the Emersons at Florence, and that they are respectable people—which I _do_ think—and " -- "the reason that he offered Miss Lavish no tea was probably that he had none himself. She should have tried at the Rectory. " -- "I cannot begin making a fuss at this stage. You must see that it would be too absurd. If the Emersons heard I had complained of them,\n" +- "I have said both to her and Cecil that I met the Emersons at Florence, and that they are respectable people—which I _do_ think" +- "—and the reason that he offered Miss Lavish no tea was probably that he had none himself. She should have tried at the Rectory. " +- "I cannot begin making a fuss at this stage. You must see that it would be too absurd. " +- "If the Emersons heard I had complained of them,\n" - "they would think themselves of importance, which is exactly what they are not. I like the old father, and look forward to seeing him again.\n" - "As for the son, I am sorry for _him_ when we meet, rather than for myself. " - "They are known to Cecil, who is very well and spoke of you the other day. We expect to be married in January.\n\n" @@ -2355,62 +2514,67 @@ expression: chunks - "Please do not put ‘Private’ outside your envelope again. No one opens my letters.\n\n\n" - "“Yours affectionately,\n“L. M. HONEYCHURCH.”\n\n\n" - "Secrecy has this disadvantage: we lose the sense of proportion; we cannot tell whether our secret is important or not. " -- "Were Lucy and her cousin closeted with a great thing which would destroy Cecil’s life if he discovered it, or with a little thing which he would laugh " -- "at? Miss Bartlett suggested the former. Perhaps she was right. It had become a great thing now. " +- "Were Lucy and her cousin closeted with a great thing which would destroy Cecil’s life if he discovered it, or with a little thing which he " +- "would laugh at? Miss Bartlett suggested the former. Perhaps she was right. It had become a great thing now. " - "Left to herself, Lucy would have told her mother and her lover ingenuously, and it would have remained a little thing.\n" - "“Emerson, not Harris”; it was only that a few weeks ago. " - "She tried to tell Cecil even now when they were laughing about some beautiful lady who had smitten his heart at school. " - "But her body behaved so ridiculously that she stopped.\n\n" - "She and her secret stayed ten days longer in the deserted Metropolis visiting the scenes they were to know so well later on. " -- "It did her no harm, Cecil thought, to learn the framework of society, while society itself was absent on the golf-links or the moors. " -- "The weather was cool,\n" +- "It did her no harm, Cecil thought, to learn the framework of society, while society itself was absent on the golf-links or the " +- "moors. The weather was cool,\n" - "and it did her no harm. In spite of the season, Mrs. " - "Vyse managed to scrape together a dinner-party consisting entirely of the grandchildren of famous people. " - "The food was poor, but the talk had a witty weariness that impressed the girl. One was tired of everything, it seemed. " - "One launched into enthusiasms only to collapse gracefully, and pick oneself up amid sympathetic laughter. " -- "In this atmosphere the Pension Bertolini and Windy Corner appeared equally crude, and Lucy saw that her London career would estrange her a little from " -- "all that she had loved in the past.\n\nThe grandchildren asked her to play the piano.\n\n" +- "In this atmosphere the Pension Bertolini and Windy Corner appeared equally crude, and Lucy saw that her London career would estrange her a " +- "little from all that she had loved in the past.\n\nThe grandchildren asked her to play the piano.\n\n" - "She played Schumann. “Now some Beethoven” called Cecil, when the querulous beauty of the music had died. " - "She shook her head and played Schumann again. The melody rose, unprofitably magical. " - "It broke; it was resumed broken, not marching once from the cradle to the grave. " -- "The sadness of the incomplete—the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art—throbbed in its disjected phrases, and made the " -- "nerves of the audience throb. " -- "Not thus had she played on the little draped piano at the Bertolini, and “Too much Schumann” was not the remark that Mr.\n" -- "Beebe had passed to himself when she returned.\n\n" +- "The sadness of the incomplete—the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art—throbbed in its disjected phrases, and " +- "made the nerves of the audience throb. " +- "Not thus had she played on the little draped piano at the Bertolini, and “Too much Schumann” was not the remark that Mr" +- ".\nBeebe had passed to himself when she returned.\n\n" - "When the guests were gone, and Lucy had gone to bed, Mrs. " - "Vyse paced up and down the drawing-room, discussing her little party with her son.\n" - "Mrs. Vyse was a nice woman, but her personality, like many another’s,\n" - "had been swamped by London, for it needs a strong head to live among many people. " -- "The too vast orb of her fate had crushed her; and she had seen too many seasons, too many cities, too many men, for her abilities, " -- "and even with Cecil she was mechanical, and behaved as if he was not one son, but, so to speak, a filial crowd.\n\n" -- "“Make Lucy one of us,” she said, looking round intelligently at the end of each sentence, and straining her lips apart until she spoke again.\n" -- "“Lucy is becoming wonderful—wonderful.”\n\n“Her music always was wonderful.”\n\n" +- "The too vast orb of her fate had crushed her; and she had seen too many seasons, too many cities, too many men, for her " +- "abilities, and even with Cecil she was mechanical, and behaved as if he was not one son, but, so to speak, a filial " +- "crowd.\n\n" +- "“Make Lucy one of us,” she said, looking round intelligently at the end of each sentence, and straining her lips apart until she spoke " +- "again.\n“Lucy is becoming wonderful—wonderful.”\n\n“Her music always was wonderful.”\n\n" - "“Yes, but she is purging off the Honeychurch taint, most excellent Honeychurches, but you know what I mean. " - "She is not always quoting servants, or asking one how the pudding is made.”\n\n“Italy has done it.”\n\n" -- "“Perhaps,” she murmured, thinking of the museum that represented Italy to her. “It is just possible. Cecil, mind you marry her next January.\n" -- "She is one of us already.”\n\n" -- "“But her music!” he exclaimed. “The style of her! How she kept to Schumann when, like an idiot, I wanted Beethoven. " -- "Schumann was right for this evening. Schumann was the thing. Do you know, mother, I shall have our children educated just like Lucy. " -- "Bring them up among honest country folks for freshness, send them to Italy for subtlety, and then—not till then—let them come to London. " -- "I don’t believe in these London educations—” He broke off, remembering that he had had one himself, and concluded, “At all events, " -- "not for women.”\n\n“Make her one of us,” repeated Mrs. Vyse, and processed to bed.\n\n" +- "“Perhaps,” she murmured, thinking of the museum that represented Italy to her. “It is just possible. " +- "Cecil, mind you marry her next January.\nShe is one of us already.”\n\n" +- "“But her music!” he exclaimed. “The style of her! " +- "How she kept to Schumann when, like an idiot, I wanted Beethoven. Schumann was right for this evening. " +- "Schumann was the thing. Do you know, mother, I shall have our children educated just like Lucy. " +- "Bring them up among honest country folks for freshness, send them to Italy for subtlety, and then—not till then—let them come to " +- "London. " +- "I don’t believe in these London educations—” He broke off, remembering that he had had one himself, and concluded, “At all " +- "events, not for women.”\n\n“Make her one of us,” repeated Mrs. Vyse, and processed to bed.\n\n" - "As she was dozing off, a cry—the cry of nightmare—rang from Lucy’s room. " - "Lucy could ring for the maid if she liked but Mrs. Vyse thought it kind to go herself. " -- "She found the girl sitting upright with her hand on her cheek.\n\n“I am so sorry, Mrs. Vyse—it is these dreams.”\n\n" -- "“Bad dreams?”\n\n“Just dreams.”\n\n" -- "The elder lady smiled and kissed her, saying very distinctly: “You should have heard us talking about you, dear. He admires you more than ever. " -- "Dream of that.”\n\n" +- "She found the girl sitting upright with her hand on her cheek.\n\n" +- "“I am so sorry, Mrs. Vyse—it is these dreams.”\n\n“Bad dreams?”\n\n“Just dreams.”\n\n" +- "The elder lady smiled and kissed her, saying very distinctly: “You should have heard us talking about you, dear. " +- "He admires you more than ever. Dream of that.”\n\n" - "Lucy returned the kiss, still covering one cheek with her hand. Mrs.\n" - "Vyse recessed to bed. Cecil, whom the cry had not awoke, snored.\nDarkness enveloped the flat.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter XII Twelfth Chapter\n\n\n" -- "It was a Saturday afternoon, gay and brilliant after abundant rains,\nand the spirit of youth dwelt in it, though the season was now autumn.\n" +- "It was a Saturday afternoon, gay and brilliant after abundant rains,\n" +- "and the spirit of youth dwelt in it, though the season was now autumn.\n" - "All that was gracious triumphed. " -- "As the motorcars passed through Summer Street they raised only a little dust, and their stench was soon dispersed by the wind and replaced by the scent of the wet " -- "birches or of the pines. Mr. Beebe, at leisure for life’s amenities, leant over his Rectory gate. " -- "Freddy leant by him, smoking a pendant pipe.\n\n“Suppose we go and hinder those new people opposite for a little.”\n\n" -- "“M’m.”\n\n“They might amuse you.”\n\n" -- "Freddy, whom his fellow-creatures never amused, suggested that the new people might be feeling a bit busy, and so on, since they had only just moved " -- "in.\n\n" +- "As the motorcars passed through Summer Street they raised only a little dust, and their stench was soon dispersed by the wind and replaced by the scent of " +- "the wet birches or of the pines. Mr. " +- "Beebe, at leisure for life’s amenities, leant over his Rectory gate. Freddy leant by him, smoking a pendant pipe.\n\n" +- "“Suppose we go and hinder those new people opposite for a little.”\n\n“M’m.”\n\n" +- "“They might amuse you.”\n\n" +- "Freddy, whom his fellow-creatures never amused, suggested that the new people might be feeling a bit busy, and so on, since they had only " +- "just moved in.\n\n" - "“I suggested we should hinder them,” said Mr. Beebe. “They are worth it.” " - "Unlatching the gate, he sauntered over the triangular green to Cissie Villa. “Hullo!” " - "he cried, shouting in at the open door, through which much squalor was visible.\n\nA grave voice replied, “Hullo!”\n\n" @@ -2430,8 +2594,9 @@ expression: chunks - "“Giotto—they got that at Florence, I’ll be bound.”\n\n“The same as Lucy’s got.”\n\n" - "“Oh, by-the-by, did Miss Honeychurch enjoy London?”\n\n“She came back yesterday.”\n\n" - "“I suppose she had a good time?”\n\n" -- "“Yes, very,” said Freddy, taking up a book. “She and Cecil are thicker than ever.”\n\n“That’s good hearing.”\n\n" -- "“I wish I wasn’t such a fool, Mr. Beebe.”\n\nMr. Beebe ignored the remark.\n\n" +- "“Yes, very,” said Freddy, taking up a book. “She and Cecil are thicker than ever.”\n\n" +- "“That’s good hearing.”\n\n“I wish I wasn’t such a fool, Mr. Beebe.”\n\n" +- "Mr. Beebe ignored the remark.\n\n" - "“Lucy used to be nearly as stupid as I am, but it’ll be very different now, mother thinks. " - "She will read all kinds of books.”\n\n“So will you.”\n\n" - "“Only medical books. Not books that you can talk about afterwards.\nCecil is teaching Lucy Italian, and he says her playing is wonderful.\n" @@ -2446,8 +2611,9 @@ expression: chunks - "“That’s the best conversational opening I’ve ever heard. But I’m afraid it will only act between men. " - "Can you picture a lady who has been introduced to another lady by a third lady opening civilities with ‘How do you do? " - "Come and have a bathe’? And yet you will tell me that the sexes are equal.”\n\n" -- "“I tell you that they shall be,” said Mr. Emerson, who had been slowly descending the stairs. “Good afternoon, Mr. Beebe. " -- "I tell you they shall be comrades, and George thinks the same.”\n\n“We are to raise ladies to our level?” the clergyman inquired.\n\n" +- "“I tell you that they shall be,” said Mr. Emerson, who had been slowly descending the stairs. “Good afternoon, Mr. " +- "Beebe. I tell you they shall be comrades, and George thinks the same.”\n\n" +- "“We are to raise ladies to our level?” the clergyman inquired.\n\n" - "“The Garden of Eden,” pursued Mr. Emerson, still descending, “which you place in the past, is really yet to come. " - "We shall enter it when we no longer despise our bodies.”\n\nMr. Beebe disclaimed placing the Garden of Eden anywhere.\n\n" - "“In this—not in other things—we men are ahead. We despise the body less than women do. " @@ -2457,13 +2623,16 @@ expression: chunks - "To-day, I believe that we must discover Nature. After many conquests we shall attain simplicity. It is our heritage.”\n\n" - "“Let me introduce Mr. Honeychurch, whose sister you will remember at Florence.”\n\n" - "“How do you do? Very glad to see you, and that you are taking George for a bathe. " -- "Very glad to hear that your sister is going to marry.\nMarriage is a duty. I am sure that she will be happy, for we know Mr.\n" -- "Vyse, too. He has been most kind. He met us by chance in the National Gallery, and arranged everything about this delightful house. " +- "Very glad to hear that your sister is going to marry.\n" +- "Marriage is a duty. I am sure that she will be happy, for we know Mr.\n" +- "Vyse, too. He has been most kind. " +- "He met us by chance in the National Gallery, and arranged everything about this delightful house. " - "Though I hope I have not vexed Sir Harry Otway. " - "I have met so few Liberal landowners, and I was anxious to compare his attitude towards the game laws with the Conservative attitude. Ah, this wind! " - "You do well to bathe. Yours is a glorious country, Honeychurch!”\n\n" - "“Not a bit!” mumbled Freddy. " -- "“I must—that is to say, I have to—have the pleasure of calling on you later on, my mother says, I hope.”\n\n" +- "“I must—that is to say, I have to—have the pleasure of calling on you later on, my mother says, I hope." +- "”\n\n" - "“_Call_, my lad? Who taught us that drawing-room twaddle? Call on your grandmother! " - "Listen to the wind among the pines! Yours is a glorious country.”\n\nMr. Beebe came to the rescue.\n\n" - "“Mr. Emerson, he will call, I shall call; you or your son will return our calls before ten days have elapsed. " @@ -2475,15 +2644,16 @@ expression: chunks - "George bowed his head, dusty and sombre, exhaling the peculiar smell of one who has handled furniture.\n\n" - "“Do you really want this bathe?” Freddy asked him. “It is only a pond,\n" - "don’t you know. I dare say you are used to something better.”\n\n“Yes—I have said ‘Yes’ already.”\n\n" -- "Mr. Beebe felt bound to assist his young friend, and led the way out of the house and into the pine-woods. How glorious it was! " -- "For a little time the voice of old Mr. Emerson pursued them dispensing good wishes and philosophy. " +- "Mr. Beebe felt bound to assist his young friend, and led the way out of the house and into the pine-woods. " +- "How glorious it was! For a little time the voice of old Mr. Emerson pursued them dispensing good wishes and philosophy. " - "It ceased, and they only heard the fair wind blowing the bracken and the trees. Mr. " -- "Beebe, who could be silent, but who could not bear silence, was compelled to chatter, since the expedition looked like a failure, and neither of " -- "his companions would utter a word. He spoke of Florence. " -- "George attended gravely, assenting or dissenting with slight but determined gestures that were as inexplicable as the motions of the tree-" -- "tops above their heads.\n\n" +- "Beebe, who could be silent, but who could not bear silence, was compelled to chatter, since the expedition looked like a failure, and " +- "neither of his companions would utter a word. He spoke of Florence. " +- "George attended gravely, assenting or dissenting with slight but determined gestures that were as inexplicable as the motions of the " +- "tree-tops above their heads.\n\n" - "“And what a coincidence that you should meet Mr. Vyse! " -- "Did you realize that you would find all the Pension Bertolini down here?”\n\n“I did not. Miss Lavish told me.”\n\n" +- "Did you realize that you would find all the Pension Bertolini down here?”\n\n" +- "“I did not. Miss Lavish told me.”\n\n" - "“When I was a young man, I always meant to write a ‘History of Coincidence.’”\n\nNo enthusiasm.\n\n" - "“Though, as a matter of fact, coincidences are much rarer than we suppose. " - "For example, it isn’t purely coincidentally that you are here now, when one comes to reflect.”\n\n" @@ -2491,11 +2661,12 @@ expression: chunks - "“It is. I have reflected. It is Fate. Everything is Fate. " - "We are flung together by Fate, drawn apart by Fate—flung together, drawn apart. The twelve winds blow us—we settle nothing—”\n\n" - "“You have not reflected at all,” rapped the clergyman. “Let me give you a useful tip, Emerson: attribute nothing to Fate. " -- "Don’t say, ‘I didn’t do this,’ for you did it, ten to one. Now I’ll cross-question you.\n" -- "Where did you first meet Miss Honeychurch and myself?”\n\n“Italy.”\n\n" +- "Don’t say, ‘I didn’t do this,’ for you did it, ten to one. " +- "Now I’ll cross-question you.\nWhere did you first meet Miss Honeychurch and myself?”\n\n“Italy.”\n\n" - "“And where did you meet Mr. Vyse, who is going to marry Miss Honeychurch?”\n\n“National Gallery.”\n\n" - "“Looking at Italian art. There you are, and yet you talk of coincidence and Fate. " -- "You naturally seek out things Italian, and so do we and our friends. This narrows the field immeasurably we meet again in it.”\n\n" +- "You naturally seek out things Italian, and so do we and our friends. " +- "This narrows the field immeasurably we meet again in it.”\n\n" - "“It is Fate that I am here,” persisted George. “But you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”\n\n" - "Mr. Beebe slid away from such heavy treatment of the subject. " - "But he was infinitely tolerant of the young, and had no desire to snub George.\n\n" @@ -2510,16 +2681,16 @@ expression: chunks - "George sat down where the ground was dry, and drearily unlaced his boots.\n\n" - "“Aren’t those masses of willow-herb splendid? I love willow-herb in seed. " - "What’s the name of this aromatic plant?”\n\nNo one knew, or seemed to care.\n\n" -- "“These abrupt changes of vegetation—this little spongeous tract of water plants, and on either side of it all the growths are tough or " -- "brittle—heather, bracken, hurts, pines. Very charming, very charming.”\n\n" +- "“These abrupt changes of vegetation—this little spongeous tract of water plants, and on either side of it all the growths are tough " +- "or brittle—heather, bracken, hurts, pines. Very charming, very charming.”\n\n" - "“Mr. Beebe, aren’t you bathing?” called Freddy, as he stripped himself.\n\nMr. Beebe thought he was not.\n\n" - "“Water’s wonderful!” cried Freddy, prancing in.\n\n" - "“Water’s water,” murmured George. " -- "Wetting his hair first—a sure sign of apathy—he followed Freddy into the divine, as indifferent as if he were a statue and the pond " -- "a pail of soapsuds. It was necessary to use his muscles. It was necessary to keep clean. Mr. " +- "Wetting his hair first—a sure sign of apathy—he followed Freddy into the divine, as indifferent as if he were a statue and " +- "the pond a pail of soapsuds. It was necessary to use his muscles. It was necessary to keep clean. Mr. " - "Beebe watched them, and watched the seeds of the willow-herb dance chorically above their heads.\n\n" -- "“Apooshoo, apooshoo, apooshoo,” went Freddy, swimming for two strokes in either direction, and then becoming involved " -- "in reeds or mud.\n\n“Is it worth it?” asked the other, Michelangelesque on the flooded margin.\n\n" +- "“Apooshoo, apooshoo, apooshoo,” went Freddy, swimming for two strokes in either direction, and then " +- "becoming involved in reeds or mud.\n\n“Is it worth it?” asked the other, Michelangelesque on the flooded margin.\n\n" - "The bank broke away, and he fell into the pool before he had weighed the question properly.\n\n" - "“Hee-poof—I’ve swallowed a pollywog, Mr. Beebe, water’s wonderful,\n" - "water’s simply ripping.”\n\n" @@ -2530,51 +2701,55 @@ expression: chunks - "He could detect no parishioners except the pine-trees, rising up steeply on all sides, and gesturing to each other against the blue. " - "How glorious it was! The world of motor-cars and rural Deans receded inimitably. " - "Water, sky, evergreens, a wind—these things not even the seasons can touch, and surely they lie beyond the intrusion of man?\n\n" -- "“I may as well wash too”; and soon his garments made a third little pile on the sward, and he too asserted the wonder of the water" -- ".\n\n" +- "“I may as well wash too”; and soon his garments made a third little pile on the sward, and he too asserted the wonder of " +- "the water.\n\n" - "It was ordinary water, nor was there very much of it, and, as Freddy said, it reminded one of swimming in a salad. " - "The three gentlemen rotated in the pool breast high, after the fashion of the nymphs in Götterdämmerung. " -- "But either because the rains had given a freshness or because the sun was shedding a most glorious heat, or because two of the gentlemen were young in years " -- "and the third young in spirit—for some reason or other a change came over them, and they forgot Italy and Botany and Fate. " +- "But either because the rains had given a freshness or because the sun was shedding a most glorious heat, or because two of the gentlemen were young " +- "in years and the third young in spirit—for some reason or other a change came over them, and they forgot Italy and Botany and Fate. " - "They began to play. Mr. Beebe and Freddy splashed each other. A little deferentially, they splashed George. " - "He was quiet: they feared they had offended him. Then all the forces of youth burst out.\n" - "He smiled, flung himself at them, splashed them, ducked them, kicked them, muddied them, and drove them out of the pool.\n\n" -- "“Race you round it, then,” cried Freddy, and they raced in the sunshine, and George took a short cut and dirtied his shins" -- ", and had to bathe a second time. Then Mr. Beebe consented to run—a memorable sight.\n\n" -- "They ran to get dry, they bathed to get cool, they played at being Indians in the willow-herbs and in the bracken, they " -- "bathed to get clean. And all the time three little bundles lay discreetly on the sward, proclaiming:\n\n" +- "“Race you round it, then,” cried Freddy, and they raced in the sunshine, and George took a short cut and dirtied his " +- "shins, and had to bathe a second time. Then Mr. Beebe consented to run—a memorable sight.\n\n" +- "They ran to get dry, they bathed to get cool, they played at being Indians in the willow-herbs and in the bracken" +- ", they bathed to get clean. And all the time three little bundles lay discreetly on the sward, proclaiming:\n\n" - "“No. We are what matters. Without us shall no enterprise begin. To us shall all flesh turn in the end.”\n\n" - "“A try! A try!” yelled Freddy, snatching up George’s bundle and placing it beside an imaginary goal-post.\n\n" - "“Socker rules,” George retorted, scattering Freddy’s bundle with a kick.\n\n“Goal!”\n\n“Goal!”\n\n“Pass!”\n\n" - "“Take care my watch!” cried Mr. Beebe.\n\nClothes flew in all directions.\n\n" - "“Take care my hat! No, that’s enough, Freddy. Dress now. No, I say!”\n\n" - "But the two young men were delirious. " -- "Away they twinkled into the trees, Freddy with a clerical waistcoat under his arm, George with a wide-awake hat on his dripping hair.\n\n" +- "Away they twinkled into the trees, Freddy with a clerical waistcoat under his arm, George with a wide-awake hat on his dripping hair" +- ".\n\n" - "“That’ll do!” shouted Mr. Beebe, remembering that after all he was in his own parish. " -- "Then his voice changed as if every pine-tree was a Rural Dean. “Hi! Steady on! I see people coming you fellows!”\n\n" -- "Yells, and widening circles over the dappled earth.\n\n“Hi! hi! _Ladies!_”\n\n" -- "Neither George nor Freddy was truly refined. Still, they did not hear Mr. Beebe’s last warning or they would have avoided Mrs. Honeychurch,\n" -- "Cecil, and Lucy, who were walking down to call on old Mrs. Butterworth.\n" +- "Then his voice changed as if every pine-tree was a Rural Dean. “Hi! Steady on! " +- "I see people coming you fellows!”\n\nYells, and widening circles over the dappled earth.\n\n" +- "“Hi! hi! _Ladies!_”\n\n" +- "Neither George nor Freddy was truly refined. Still, they did not hear Mr. Beebe’s last warning or they would have avoided Mrs. " +- "Honeychurch,\nCecil, and Lucy, who were walking down to call on old Mrs. Butterworth.\n" - "Freddy dropped the waistcoat at their feet, and dashed into some bracken. " -- "George whooped in their faces, turned and scudded away down the path to the pond, still clad in Mr. Beebe’s hat.\n\n" -- "“Gracious alive!” cried Mrs. Honeychurch. “Whoever were those unfortunate people? Oh, dears, look away! And poor Mr. " -- "Beebe, too!\nWhatever has happened?”\n\n" -- "“Come this way immediately,” commanded Cecil, who always felt that he must lead women, though he knew not whither, and protect them, though " -- "he knew not against what. He led them now towards the bracken where Freddy sat concealed.\n\n" -- "“Oh, poor Mr. Beebe! Was that his waistcoat we left in the path? Cecil,\nMr. Beebe’s waistcoat—”\n\n" +- "George whooped in their faces, turned and scudded away down the path to the pond, still clad in Mr. " +- "Beebe’s hat.\n\n" +- "“Gracious alive!” cried Mrs. Honeychurch. “Whoever were those unfortunate people? Oh, dears, look away! " +- "And poor Mr. Beebe, too!\nWhatever has happened?”\n\n" +- "“Come this way immediately,” commanded Cecil, who always felt that he must lead women, though he knew not whither, and protect them" +- ", though he knew not against what. He led them now towards the bracken where Freddy sat concealed.\n\n" +- "“Oh, poor Mr. Beebe! Was that his waistcoat we left in the path? Cecil,\n" +- "Mr. Beebe’s waistcoat—”\n\n" - "No business of ours, said Cecil, glancing at Lucy, who was all parasol and evidently “minded.”\n\n" - "“I fancy Mr. Beebe jumped back into the pond.”\n\n“This way, please, Mrs. Honeychurch, this way.”\n\n" - "They followed him up the bank attempting the tense yet nonchalant expression that is suitable for ladies on such occasions.\n\n" -- "“Well, _I_ can’t help it,” said a voice close ahead, and Freddy reared a freckled face and a pair of " -- "snowy shoulders out of the fronds. “I can’t be trodden on, can I?”\n\n" +- "“Well, _I_ can’t help it,” said a voice close ahead, and Freddy reared a freckled face and a pair " +- "of snowy shoulders out of the fronds. “I can’t be trodden on, can I?”\n\n" - "“Good gracious me, dear; so it’s you! What miserable management! " - "Why not have a comfortable bath at home, with hot and cold laid on?”\n\n" - "“Look here, mother, a fellow must wash, and a fellow’s got to dry, and if another fellow—”\n\n" - "“Dear, no doubt you’re right as usual, but you are in no position to argue. Come, Lucy.” They turned. " - "“Oh, look—don’t look! Oh, poor Mr.\nBeebe! How unfortunate again—”\n\n" - "For Mr. " -- "Beebe was just crawling out of the pond, on whose surface garments of an intimate nature did float; while George, the world-weary George, shouted to " -- "Freddy that he had hooked a fish.\n\n" +- "Beebe was just crawling out of the pond, on whose surface garments of an intimate nature did float; while George, the world-weary George, " +- "shouted to Freddy that he had hooked a fish.\n\n" - "“And me, I’ve swallowed one,” answered he of the bracken. “I’ve swallowed a pollywog. " - "It wriggleth in my tummy. I shall die—Emerson you beast, you’ve got on my bags.”\n\n" - "“Hush, dears,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, who found it impossible to remain shocked. " @@ -2584,26 +2759,29 @@ expression: chunks - "He regarded himself as dressed. Barefoot, bare-chested, radiant and personable against the shadowy woods, he called:\n\n" - "“Hullo, Miss Honeychurch! Hullo!”\n\n“Bow, Lucy; better bow. Whoever is it? I shall bow.”\n\n" - "Miss Honeychurch bowed.\n\n" -- "That evening and all that night the water ran away. On the morrow the pool had shrunk to its old size and lost its glory. " -- "It had been a call to the blood and to the relaxed will, a passing benediction whose influence did not pass, a holiness, a spell, " -- "a momentary chalice for youth.\n\n\n\n\n" +- "That evening and all that night the water ran away. " +- "On the morrow the pool had shrunk to its old size and lost its glory. " +- "It had been a call to the blood and to the relaxed will, a passing benediction whose influence did not pass, a holiness, a " +- "spell, a momentary chalice for youth.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter XIII How Miss Bartlett’s Boiler Was So Tiresome\n\n\n" - "How often had Lucy rehearsed this bow, this interview! " - "But she had always rehearsed them indoors, and with certain accessories, which surely we have a right to assume. " -- "Who could foretell that she and George would meet in the rout of a civilization, amidst an army of coats and collars and boots that lay wounded " -- "over the sunlit earth? She had imagined a young Mr. " +- "Who could foretell that she and George would meet in the rout of a civilization, amidst an army of coats and collars and boots that " +- "lay wounded over the sunlit earth? She had imagined a young Mr. " - "Emerson, who might be shy or morbid or indifferent or furtively impudent. She was prepared for all of these.\n" - "But she had never imagined one who would be happy and greet her with the shout of the morning star.\n\n" - "Indoors herself, partaking of tea with old Mrs. " -- "Butterworth, she reflected that it is impossible to foretell the future with any degree of accuracy, that it is impossible to rehearse life. " -- "A fault in the scenery, a face in the audience, an irruption of the audience on to the stage, and all our carefully planned gestures mean " -- "nothing, or mean too much. “I will bow,” she had thought. “I will not shake hands with him.\n" -- "That will be just the proper thing.” She had bowed—but to whom? To gods, to heroes, to the nonsense of school-girls! " -- "She had bowed across the rubbish that cumbers the world.\n\n" +- "Butterworth, she reflected that it is impossible to foretell the future with any degree of accuracy, that it is impossible to rehearse " +- "life. " +- "A fault in the scenery, a face in the audience, an irruption of the audience on to the stage, and all our carefully planned " +- "gestures mean nothing, or mean too much. “I will bow,” she had thought. “I will not shake hands with him.\n" +- "That will be just the proper thing.” She had bowed—but to whom? " +- "To gods, to heroes, to the nonsense of school-girls! She had bowed across the rubbish that cumbers the world.\n\n" - "So ran her thoughts, while her faculties were busy with Cecil. It was another of those dreadful engagement calls. Mrs. " - "Butterworth had wanted to see him, and he did not want to be seen. " -- "He did not want to hear about hydrangeas, why they change their colour at the seaside. He did not want to join the C. " -- "O. S. When cross he was always elaborate, and made long, clever answers where “Yes” or “No” would have done. " +- "He did not want to hear about hydrangeas, why they change their colour at the seaside. " +- "He did not want to join the C. O. S. " +- "When cross he was always elaborate, and made long, clever answers where “Yes” or “No” would have done. " - "Lucy soothed him and tinkered at the conversation in a way that promised well for their married peace. " - "No one is perfect, and surely it is wiser to discover the imperfections before wedlock. Miss Bartlett, indeed,\n" - "though not in word, had taught the girl that this our life contains nothing satisfactory. " @@ -2612,8 +2790,8 @@ expression: chunks - "The question was ominous; up till now Mrs. Honeychurch had behaved with charity and restraint.\n\n" - "“No, I don’t think so, mother; Cecil’s all right.”\n\n“Perhaps he’s tired.”\n\n" - "Lucy compromised: perhaps Cecil was a little tired.\n\n" -- "“Because otherwise”—she pulled out her bonnet-pins with gathering displeasure—“because otherwise I cannot account for him.”\n\n" -- "“I do think Mrs. Butterworth is rather tiresome, if you mean that.”\n\n" +- “Because otherwise”—she pulled out her bonnet-pins with gathering displeasure—“because otherwise I cannot account for him. +- "”\n\n“I do think Mrs. Butterworth is rather tiresome, if you mean that.”\n\n" - "“Cecil has told you to think so. " - "You were devoted to her as a little girl, and nothing will describe her goodness to you through the typhoid fever. " - "No—it is just the same thing everywhere.”\n\n“Let me just put your bonnet away, may I?”\n\n" @@ -2631,16 +2809,17 @@ expression: chunks - "No doubt I am neither artistic nor literary nor intellectual nor musical, but I cannot help the drawing-room furniture;\n" - "your father bought it and we must put up with it, will Cecil kindly remember.”\n\n" - "“I—I see what you mean, and certainly Cecil oughtn’t to. " -- But he does not mean to be uncivil—he once explained—it is the _things_ that upset him—he is easily upset by ugly things -- "—he is not uncivil to _people_.”\n\n“Is it a thing or a person when Freddy sings?”\n\n" +- "But he does not mean to be uncivil—he once explained—it is the _things_ that upset him—he is easily upset by " +- "ugly things—he is not uncivil to _people_.”\n\n“Is it a thing or a person when Freddy sings?”\n\n" - "“You can’t expect a really musical person to enjoy comic songs as we do.”\n\n" - "“Then why didn’t he leave the room? Why sit wriggling and sneering and spoiling everyone’s pleasure?”\n\n" - "“We mustn’t be unjust to people,” faltered Lucy. " -- "Something had enfeebled her, and the case for Cecil, which she had mastered so perfectly in London, would not come forth in an effective form. " -- "The two civilizations had clashed—Cecil hinted that they might—and she was dazzled and bewildered, as though the radiance that lies behind " -- "all civilization had blinded her eyes. " -- "Good taste and bad taste were only catchwords, garments of diverse cut; and music itself dissolved to a whisper through pine-trees, where the song is not " -- "distinguishable from the comic song.\n\n" +- "Something had enfeebled her, and the case for Cecil, which she had mastered so perfectly in London, would not come forth in an effective " +- "form. " +- "The two civilizations had clashed—Cecil hinted that they might—and she was dazzled and bewildered, as though the radiance that " +- "lies behind all civilization had blinded her eyes. " +- "Good taste and bad taste were only catchwords, garments of diverse cut; and music itself dissolved to a whisper through pine-trees, where the song " +- "is not distinguishable from the comic song.\n\n" - "She remained in much embarrassment, while Mrs. " - "Honeychurch changed her frock for dinner; and every now and then she said a word, and made things no better. " - "There was no concealing the fact, Cecil had meant to be supercilious, and he had succeeded. " @@ -2651,7 +2830,8 @@ expression: chunks - "It faced north, so there was little view, and no view of the sky. " - "Now, as in the winter, the pine-trees hung close to her eyes. One connected the landing window with depression. " - "No definite problem menaced her, but she sighed to herself, “Oh, dear, what shall I do, what shall I do?” " -- "It seemed to her that everyone else was behaving very badly. And she ought not to have mentioned Miss Bartlett’s letter. She must be more careful;\n" +- "It seemed to her that everyone else was behaving very badly. And she ought not to have mentioned Miss Bartlett’s letter. " +- "She must be more careful;\n" - "her mother was rather inquisitive, and might have asked what it was about. " - "Oh, dear, what should she do?—and then Freddy came bounding upstairs, and joined the ranks of the ill-behaved.\n\n" - "“I say, those are topping people.”\n\n" @@ -2663,15 +2843,17 @@ expression: chunks - "“Oh, I wouldn’t do that, Freddy, I wouldn’t do that with all this muddle.”\n\n" - "“What’s wrong with the court? They won’t mind a bump or two, and I’ve ordered new balls.”\n\n" - "“I meant _it’s_ better not. I really mean it.”\n\n" -- "He seized her by the elbows and humorously danced her up and down the passage. She pretended not to mind, but she could have screamed with temper. " +- "He seized her by the elbows and humorously danced her up and down the passage. " +- "She pretended not to mind, but she could have screamed with temper. " - "Cecil glanced at them as he proceeded to his toilet and they impeded Mary with her brood of hot-water cans. Then Mrs. " - "Honeychurch opened her door and said: “Lucy, what a noise you’re making! I have something to say to you. " - "Did you say you had had a letter from Charlotte?” and Freddy ran away.\n\n" -- "“Yes. I really can’t stop. I must dress too.”\n\n“How’s Charlotte?”\n\n“All right.”\n\n“Lucy!”\n\n" -- "The unfortunate girl returned.\n\n“You’ve a bad habit of hurrying away in the middle of one’s sentences.\nDid Charlotte mention her boiler?”\n\n" +- "“Yes. I really can’t stop. I must dress too.”\n\n“How’s Charlotte?”\n\n“All right.”\n\n" +- "“Lucy!”\n\nThe unfortunate girl returned.\n\n" +- "“You’ve a bad habit of hurrying away in the middle of one’s sentences.\nDid Charlotte mention her boiler?”\n\n" - "“Her _what?_”\n\n" -- "“Don’t you remember that her boiler was to be had out in October, and her bath cistern cleaned out, and all kinds of terrible to" -- "-doings?”\n\n" +- "“Don’t you remember that her boiler was to be had out in October, and her bath cistern cleaned out, and all kinds of " +- "terrible to-doings?”\n\n" - "“I can’t remember all Charlotte’s worries,” said Lucy bitterly. " - "“I shall have enough of my own, now that you are not pleased with Cecil.”\n\n" - "Mrs. Honeychurch might have flamed out. She did not. " @@ -2689,17 +2871,17 @@ expression: chunks - "“Oh, very slightly. I mean, Charlotte knew them even less than I did.”\n\n" - "“Oh, that reminds me—you never told me what Charlotte said in her letter.”\n\n" - "“One thing and another,” said Lucy, wondering whether she would get through the meal without a lie. " -- "“Among other things, that an awful friend of hers had been bicycling through Summer Street, wondered if she’d come up and see us, " -- "and mercifully didn’t.”\n\n“Lucy, I do call the way you talk unkind.”\n\n" +- "“Among other things, that an awful friend of hers had been bicycling through Summer Street, wondered if she’d come up and see " +- "us, and mercifully didn’t.”\n\n“Lucy, I do call the way you talk unkind.”\n\n" - "“She was a novelist,” said Lucy craftily. The remark was a happy one,\n" - "for nothing roused Mrs. Honeychurch so much as literature in the hands of females. " - "She would abandon every topic to inveigh against those women who (instead of minding their houses and their children) seek notoriety by print. " -- "Her attitude was: “If books must be written, let them be written by men”; and she developed it at great length, while Cecil yawned and " -- "Freddy played at “This year, next year, now, never,”\n" +- "Her attitude was: “If books must be written, let them be written by men”; and she developed it at great length, while Cecil " +- "yawned and Freddy played at “This year, next year, now, never,”\n" - "with his plum-stones, and Lucy artfully fed the flames of her mother’s wrath. " - "But soon the conflagration died down, and the ghosts began to gather in the darkness. There were too many ghosts about. " -- "The original ghost—that touch of lips on her cheek—had surely been laid long ago; it could be nothing to her that a man had kissed her on " -- "a mountain once.\n" +- "The original ghost—that touch of lips on her cheek—had surely been laid long ago; it could be nothing to her that a man had kissed " +- "her on a mountain once.\n" - "But it had begotten a spectral family—Mr. Harris, Miss Bartlett’s letter, Mr. " - "Beebe’s memories of violets—and one or other of these was bound to haunt her before Cecil’s very eyes. " - "It was Miss Bartlett who returned now, and with appalling vividness.\n\n" @@ -2709,56 +2891,60 @@ expression: chunks - "“Then, depend upon it, it _is_ the boiler. I know myself how water preys upon one’s mind. " - "I would rather anything else—even a misfortune with the meat.”\n\nCecil laid his hand over his eyes.\n\n" - "“So would I,” asserted Freddy, backing his mother up—backing up the spirit of her remark rather than the substance.\n\n" -- "“And I have been thinking,” she added rather nervously, “surely we could squeeze Charlotte in here next week, and give her a nice holiday while the " -- "plumbers at Tunbridge Wells finish. I have not seen poor Charlotte for so long.”\n\n" +- "“And I have been thinking,” she added rather nervously, “surely we could squeeze Charlotte in here next week, and give her a nice holiday " +- "while the plumbers at Tunbridge Wells finish. I have not seen poor Charlotte for so long.”\n\n" - "It was more than her nerves could stand. And she could not protest violently after her mother’s goodness to her upstairs.\n\n" - "“Mother, no!” she pleaded. “It’s impossible. " - "We can’t have Charlotte on the top of the other things; we’re squeezed to death as it is. " - "Freddy’s got a friend coming Tuesday, there’s Cecil, and you’ve promised to take in Minnie Beebe because of the " - "diphtheria scare. It simply can’t be done.”\n\n“Nonsense! It can.”\n\n" -- "“If Minnie sleeps in the bath. Not otherwise.”\n\n“Minnie can sleep with you.”\n\n“I won’t have her.”\n\n" -- "“Then, if you’re so selfish, Mr. Floyd must share a room with Freddy.”\n\n" +- "“If Minnie sleeps in the bath. Not otherwise.”\n\n“Minnie can sleep with you.”\n\n" +- "“I won’t have her.”\n\n“Then, if you’re so selfish, Mr. Floyd must share a room with Freddy.”\n\n" - "“Miss Bartlett, Miss Bartlett, Miss Bartlett,” moaned Cecil, again laying his hand over his eyes.\n\n" - "“It’s impossible,” repeated Lucy. “I don’t want to make difficulties,\n" - "but it really isn’t fair on the maids to fill up the house so.”\n\nAlas!\n\n" - "“The truth is, dear, you don’t like Charlotte.”\n\n" - "“No, I don’t. And no more does Cecil. She gets on our nerves. " - "You haven’t seen her lately, and don’t realize how tiresome she can be,\n" -- "though so good. So please, mother, don’t worry us this last summer; but spoil us by not asking her to come.”\n\n" +- "though so good. " +- "So please, mother, don’t worry us this last summer; but spoil us by not asking her to come.”\n\n" - "“Hear, hear!” said Cecil.\n\n" - "Mrs. " -- "Honeychurch, with more gravity than usual, and with more feeling than she usually permitted herself, replied: “This isn’t very kind of you two. " -- "You have each other and all these woods to walk in, so full of beautiful things; and poor Charlotte has only the water turned off and plumbers. " -- "You are young, dears, and however clever young people are,\n" +- "Honeychurch, with more gravity than usual, and with more feeling than she usually permitted herself, replied: “This isn’t very kind of you " +- "two. " +- "You have each other and all these woods to walk in, so full of beautiful things; and poor Charlotte has only the water turned off and " +- "plumbers. You are young, dears, and however clever young people are,\n" - "and however many books they read, they will never guess what it feels like to grow old.”\n\nCecil crumbled his bread.\n\n" - "“I must say Cousin Charlotte was very kind to me that year I called on my bike,” put in Freddy. " -- "“She thanked me for coming till I felt like such a fool, and fussed round no end to get an egg boiled for my tea just right." -- "”\n\n“I know, dear. She is kind to everyone, and yet Lucy makes this difficulty when we try to give her some little return.”\n\n" +- "“She thanked me for coming till I felt like such a fool, and fussed round no end to get an egg boiled for my tea just " +- "right.”\n\n" +- "“I know, dear. She is kind to everyone, and yet Lucy makes this difficulty when we try to give her some little return.”\n\n" - "But Lucy hardened her heart. It was no good being kind to Miss Bartlett. She had tried herself too often and too recently. " - "One might lay up treasure in heaven by the attempt, but one enriched neither Miss Bartlett nor any one else upon earth. " - "She was reduced to saying: “I can’t help it, mother. I don’t like Charlotte. " - "I admit it’s horrid of me.”\n\n“From your own account, you told her as much.”\n\n" - "“Well, she would leave Florence so stupidly. She flurried—”\n\n" - "The ghosts were returning; they filled Italy, they were even usurping the places she had known as a child. " -- "The Sacred Lake would never be the same again, and, on Sunday week, something would even happen to Windy Corner. How would she fight against ghosts? " -- "For a moment the visible world faded away, and memories and emotions alone seemed real.\n\n" -- "“I suppose Miss Bartlett must come, since she boils eggs so well,” said Cecil, who was in rather a happier frame of mind, thanks " -- "to the admirable cooking.\n\n" -- "“I didn’t mean the egg was _well_ boiled,” corrected Freddy, “because in point of fact she forgot to take it off, and " -- "as a matter of fact I don’t care for eggs. I only meant how jolly kind she seemed.”\n\n" +- "The Sacred Lake would never be the same again, and, on Sunday week, something would even happen to Windy Corner. " +- "How would she fight against ghosts? For a moment the visible world faded away, and memories and emotions alone seemed real.\n\n" +- "“I suppose Miss Bartlett must come, since she boils eggs so well,” said Cecil, who was in rather a happier frame of mind" +- ", thanks to the admirable cooking.\n\n" +- "“I didn’t mean the egg was _well_ boiled,” corrected Freddy, “because in point of fact she forgot to take it off" +- ", and as a matter of fact I don’t care for eggs. I only meant how jolly kind she seemed.”\n\n" - "Cecil frowned again. Oh, these Honeychurches! Eggs, boilers,\n" - "hydrangeas, maids—of such were their lives compact. “May me and Lucy get down from our chairs?” " - "he asked, with scarcely veiled insolence.\n“We don’t want no dessert.”\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter XIV How Lucy Faced the External Situation Bravely\n\n\n" - "Of course Miss Bartlett accepted. " -- "And, equally of course, she felt sure that she would prove a nuisance, and begged to be given an inferior spare room—something with no view" -- ", anything. Her love to Lucy. And,\nequally of course, George Emerson could come to tennis on the Sunday week.\n\n" +- "And, equally of course, she felt sure that she would prove a nuisance, and begged to be given an inferior spare room—something with " +- "no view, anything. Her love to Lucy. And,\nequally of course, George Emerson could come to tennis on the Sunday week.\n\n" - "Lucy faced the situation bravely, though, like most of us, she only faced the situation that encompassed her. She never gazed inwards. " - "If at times strange images rose from the depths, she put them down to nerves. " -- "When Cecil brought the Emersons to Summer Street, it had upset her nerves. Charlotte would burnish up past foolishness, and this might upset her nerves. " -- "She was nervous at night. " +- "When Cecil brought the Emersons to Summer Street, it had upset her nerves. " +- "Charlotte would burnish up past foolishness, and this might upset her nerves. She was nervous at night. " - "When she talked to George—they met again almost immediately at the Rectory—his voice moved her deeply, and she wished to remain near him. " -- "How dreadful if she really wished to remain near him! Of course, the wish was due to nerves, which love to play such perverse tricks upon us. " +- "How dreadful if she really wished to remain near him! " +- "Of course, the wish was due to nerves, which love to play such perverse tricks upon us. " - "Once she had suffered from “things that came out of nothing and meant she didn’t know what.” " - "Now Cecil had explained psychology to her one wet afternoon, and all the troubles of youth in an unknown world could be dismissed.\n\n" - "It is obvious enough for the reader to conclude, “She loves young Emerson.” A reader in Lucy’s place would not find it obvious. " @@ -2766,7 +2952,8 @@ expression: chunks - "or any other shibboleth that will cloak our personal desire. " - "She loved Cecil; George made her nervous; will the reader explain to her that the phrases should have been reversed?\n\n" - "But the external situation—she will face that bravely.\n\n" -- "The meeting at the Rectory had passed off well enough. Standing between Mr. Beebe and Cecil, she had made a few temperate allusions to Italy,\n" +- "The meeting at the Rectory had passed off well enough. Standing between Mr. " +- "Beebe and Cecil, she had made a few temperate allusions to Italy,\n" - "and George had replied. She was anxious to show that she was not shy,\nand was glad that he did not seem shy either.\n\n" - "“A nice fellow,” said Mr. Beebe afterwards “He will work off his crudities in time. " - "I rather mistrust young men who slip into life gracefully.”\n\nLucy said, “He seems in better spirits. He laughs more.”\n\n" @@ -2776,12 +2963,14 @@ expression: chunks - "She was due at the South-Eastern station at Dorking, whither Mrs.\n" - "Honeychurch drove to meet her. She arrived at the London and Brighton station, and had to hire a cab up. " - "No one was at home except Freddy and his friend, who had to stop their tennis and to entertain her for a solid hour. " -- "Cecil and Lucy turned up at four o’clock, and these, with little Minnie Beebe, made a somewhat lugubrious sextette upon " -- "the upper lawn for tea.\n\n" -- "“I shall never forgive myself,” said Miss Bartlett, who kept on rising from her seat, and had to be begged by the united company to remain. " -- "“I have upset everything. Bursting in on young people! But I insist on paying for my cab up. Grant that, at any rate.”\n\n" -- "“Our visitors never do such dreadful things,” said Lucy, while her brother, in whose memory the boiled egg had already grown unsubstantial, " -- "exclaimed in irritable tones: “Just what I’ve been trying to convince Cousin Charlotte of, Lucy, for the last half hour.”\n\n" +- "Cecil and Lucy turned up at four o’clock, and these, with little Minnie Beebe, made a somewhat lugubrious " +- "sextette upon the upper lawn for tea.\n\n" +- "“I shall never forgive myself,” said Miss Bartlett, who kept on rising from her seat, and had to be begged by the united company to " +- "remain. “I have upset everything. Bursting in on young people! But I insist on paying for my cab up. " +- "Grant that, at any rate.”\n\n" +- "“Our visitors never do such dreadful things,” said Lucy, while her brother, in whose memory the boiled egg had already grown " +- "unsubstantial, exclaimed in irritable tones: “Just what I’ve been trying to convince Cousin Charlotte of, Lucy" +- ", for the last half hour.”\n\n" - "“I do not feel myself an ordinary visitor,” said Miss Bartlett, and looked at her frayed glove.\n\n" - "“All right, if you’d really rather. Five shillings, and I gave a bob to the driver.”\n\n" - "Miss Bartlett looked in her purse. Only sovereigns and pennies. Could any one give her change? " @@ -2792,13 +2981,14 @@ expression: chunks - "We all have our little foibles, and mine is the prompt settling of accounts.”\n\n" - "Here Freddy’s friend, Mr. " - "Floyd, made the one remark of his that need be quoted: he offered to toss Freddy for Miss Bartlett’s quid. " -- "A solution seemed in sight, and even Cecil, who had been ostentatiously drinking his tea at the view, felt the eternal attraction of Chance,\n" -- "and turned round.\n\nBut this did not do, either.\n\n" +- "A solution seemed in sight, and even Cecil, who had been ostentatiously drinking his tea at the view, felt the eternal attraction of Chance" +- ",\nand turned round.\n\nBut this did not do, either.\n\n" - "“Please—please—I know I am a sad spoil-sport, but it would make me wretched. " - "I should practically be robbing the one who lost.”\n\n" - "“Freddy owes me fifteen shillings,” interposed Cecil. “So it will work out right if you give the pound to me.”\n\n" - "“Fifteen shillings,” said Miss Bartlett dubiously. “How is that, Mr.\nVyse?”\n\n" -- "“Because, don’t you see, Freddy paid your cab. Give me the pound, and we shall avoid this deplorable gambling.”\n\n" +- "“Because, don’t you see, Freddy paid your cab. " +- "Give me the pound, and we shall avoid this deplorable gambling.”\n\n" - "Miss Bartlett, who was poor at figures, became bewildered and rendered up the sovereign, amidst the suppressed gurgles of the other youths.\n" - "For a moment Cecil was happy. He was playing at nonsense among his peers. " - "Then he glanced at Lucy, in whose face petty anxieties had marred the smiles. " @@ -2810,8 +3000,8 @@ expression: chunks - "They tried to stifle her with cake.\n\n" - "“No, thank you. I’m done. I don’t see why—Freddy, don’t poke me. " - "Miss Honeychurch, your brother’s hurting me. Ow! What about Mr. Floyd’s ten shillings? Ow! " -- "No, I don’t see and I never shall see why Miss What’s-her-name shouldn’t pay that bob for the driver." -- "”\n\n" +- "No, I don’t see and I never shall see why Miss What’s-her-name shouldn’t pay that bob for the " +- "driver.”\n\n" - "“I had forgotten the driver,” said Miss Bartlett, reddening. “Thank you, dear, for reminding me. " - "A shilling was it? Can any one give me change for half a crown?”\n\n" - "“I’ll get it,” said the young hostess, rising with decision.\n\n" @@ -2823,15 +3013,18 @@ expression: chunks - "“No, I haven’t,” replied Lucy, and then could have bitten her tongue for understanding so quickly what her cousin meant. " - "“Let me see—a sovereign’s worth of silver.”\n\n" - "She escaped into the kitchen. Miss Bartlett’s sudden transitions were too uncanny. " -- "It sometimes seemed as if she planned every word she spoke or caused to be spoken; as if all this worry about cabs and change had been a ruse " -- "to surprise the soul.\n\n" +- "It sometimes seemed as if she planned every word she spoke or caused to be spoken; as if all this worry about cabs and change had been a " +- "ruse to surprise the soul.\n\n" - "“No, I haven’t told Cecil or any one,” she remarked, when she returned.\n" -- "“I promised you I shouldn’t. Here is your money—all shillings, except two half-crowns. Would you count it? " -- "You can settle your debt nicely now.”\n\n" +- "“I promised you I shouldn’t. Here is your money—all shillings, except two half-crowns. " +- "Would you count it? You can settle your debt nicely now.”\n\n" - "Miss Bartlett was in the drawing-room, gazing at the photograph of St.\nJohn ascending, which had been framed.\n\n" -- "“How dreadful!” she murmured, “how more than dreadful, if Mr. Vyse should come to hear of it from some other source.”\n\n" -- "“Oh, no, Charlotte,” said the girl, entering the battle. “George Emerson is all right, and what other source is there?”\n\n" -- "Miss Bartlett considered. “For instance, the driver. I saw him looking through the bushes at you, remember he had a violet between his teeth.”\n\n" +- "“How dreadful!” she murmured, “how more than dreadful, if Mr. " +- "Vyse should come to hear of it from some other source.”\n\n" +- "“Oh, no, Charlotte,” said the girl, entering the battle. " +- "“George Emerson is all right, and what other source is there?”\n\n" +- "Miss Bartlett considered. “For instance, the driver. " +- "I saw him looking through the bushes at you, remember he had a violet between his teeth.”\n\n" - "Lucy shuddered a little. “We shall get the silly affair on our nerves if we aren’t careful. " - "How could a Florentine cab-driver ever get hold of Cecil?”\n\n“We must think of every possibility.”\n\n" - "“Oh, it’s all right.”\n\n“Or perhaps old Mr. Emerson knows. In fact, he is certain to know.”\n\n" @@ -2843,14 +3036,16 @@ expression: chunks - "“Now, Charlotte!” She struck at her playfully. “You kind, anxious thing. What _would_ you have me do? " - "First you say ‘Don’t tell’; and then you say, ‘Tell’. Which is it to be? Quick!”\n\n" - "Miss Bartlett sighed “I am no match for you in conversation, dearest. " -- "I blush when I think how I interfered at Florence, and you so well able to look after yourself, and so much cleverer in all ways than I " -- "am. You will never forgive me.”\n\n“Shall we go out, then. They will smash all the china if we don’t.”\n\n" +- "I blush when I think how I interfered at Florence, and you so well able to look after yourself, and so much cleverer in all ways " +- "than I am. You will never forgive me.”\n\n" +- "“Shall we go out, then. They will smash all the china if we don’t.”\n\n" - "For the air rang with the shrieks of Minnie, who was being scalped with a teaspoon.\n\n" - "“Dear, one moment—we may not have this chance for a chat again. Have you seen the young one yet?”\n\n" - "“Yes, I have.”\n\n“What happened?”\n\n“We met at the Rectory.”\n\n“What line is he taking up?”\n\n" - "“No line. He talked about Italy, like any other person. It is really all right. " - "What advantage would he get from being a cad, to put it bluntly? I do wish I could make you see it my way. " -- "He really won’t be any nuisance, Charlotte.”\n\n“Once a cad, always a cad. That is my poor opinion.”\n\n" +- "He really won’t be any nuisance, Charlotte.”\n\n" +- "“Once a cad, always a cad. That is my poor opinion.”\n\n" - "Lucy paused. " - "“Cecil said one day—and I thought it so profound—that there are two kinds of cads—the conscious and the subconscious.” " - "She paused again, to be sure of doing justice to Cecil’s profundity.\n" @@ -2874,15 +3069,16 @@ expression: chunks - "Explanations took place, and in the midst of them Lucy escaped, the images throbbing a little more vividly in her brain.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter XV The Disaster Within\n\n\n" - "The Sunday after Miss Bartlett’s arrival was a glorious day, like most of the days of that year. " -- "In the Weald, autumn approached, breaking up the green monotony of summer, touching the parks with the grey bloom of mist, the beech" -- "-trees with russet, the oak-trees with gold. " +- "In the Weald, autumn approached, breaking up the green monotony of summer, touching the parks with the grey bloom of mist, the " +- "beech-trees with russet, the oak-trees with gold. " - "Up on the heights, battalions of black pines witnessed the change, themselves unchangeable. " - "Either country was spanned by a cloudless sky, and in either arose the tinkle of church bells.\n\n" - "The garden of Windy Corners was deserted except for a red book, which lay sunning itself upon the gravel path. " - "From the house came incoherent sounds, as of females preparing for worship. " -- "“The men say they won’t go”—“Well, I don’t blame them”—Minnie says, “need she go?”" -- "—“Tell her,\n" -- "no nonsense”—“Anne! Mary! Hook me behind!”—“Dearest Lucia, may I trespass upon you for a pin?” " +- "“The men say they won’t go”—“Well, I don’t blame them”—Minnie says, “need she go" +- "?”—“Tell her,\n" +- "no nonsense”—“Anne! Mary! " +- "Hook me behind!”—“Dearest Lucia, may I trespass upon you for a pin?” " - "For Miss Bartlett had announced that she at all events was one for church.\n\n" - "The sun rose higher on its journey, guided, not by Phaethon, but by Apollo, competent, unswerving, divine. " - "Its rays fell on the ladies whenever they advanced towards the bedroom windows; on Mr. " @@ -2895,9 +3091,10 @@ expression: chunks - "At her throat is a garnet brooch, on her finger a ring set with rubies—an engagement ring. " - "Her eyes are bent to the Weald. " - "She frowns a little—not in anger, but as a brave child frowns when he is trying not to cry. " -- "In all that expanse no human eye is looking at her, and she may frown unrebuked and measure the spaces that yet survive between Apollo and the western " -- "hills.\n\n" -- "“Lucy! Lucy! What’s that book? Who’s been taking a book out of the shelf and leaving it about to spoil?”\n\n" +- "In all that expanse no human eye is looking at her, and she may frown unrebuked and measure the spaces that yet survive between Apollo and " +- "the western hills.\n\n" +- "“Lucy! Lucy! What’s that book? " +- "Who’s been taking a book out of the shelf and leaving it about to spoil?”\n\n" - "“It’s only the library book that Cecil’s been reading.”\n\n" - "“But pick it up, and don’t stand idling there like a flamingo.”\n\n" - "Lucy picked up the book and glanced at the title listlessly, Under a Loggia. " @@ -2909,8 +3106,8 @@ expression: chunks - "conceivable elsewhere, the dear sun.\n\n“Lucy—have you a sixpence for Minnie and a shilling for yourself?”\n\n" - "She hastened in to her mother, who was rapidly working herself into a Sunday fluster.\n\n" - "“It’s a special collection—I forget what for. " -- "I do beg, no vulgar clinking in the plate with halfpennies; see that Minnie has a nice bright sixpence. " -- "Where is the child? Minnie! That book’s all warped.\n" +- "I do beg, no vulgar clinking in the plate with halfpennies; see that Minnie has a nice bright sixpence" +- ". Where is the child? Minnie! That book’s all warped.\n" - "(Gracious, how plain you look!) Put it under the Atlas to press.\nMinnie!”\n\n" - "“Oh, Mrs. Honeychurch—” from the upper regions.\n\n" - "“Minnie, don’t be late. Here comes the horse”—it was always the horse,\n" @@ -2919,20 +3116,23 @@ expression: chunks - "Paganism is infectious—more infectious than diphtheria or piety—and the Rector’s niece was taken to church protesting. " - "As usual, she didn’t see why. Why shouldn’t she sit in the sun with the young men? " - "The young men, who had now appeared, mocked her with ungenerous words. Mrs.\n" -- "Honeychurch defended orthodoxy, and in the midst of the confusion Miss Bartlett, dressed in the very height of the fashion, came strolling down the stairs" -- ".\n\n" -- "“Dear Marian, I am very sorry, but I have no small change—nothing but sovereigns and half crowns. Could any one give me—”\n\n" -- "“Yes, easily. Jump in. Gracious me, how smart you look! What a lovely frock! You put us all to shame.”\n\n" +- "Honeychurch defended orthodoxy, and in the midst of the confusion Miss Bartlett, dressed in the very height of the fashion, came strolling down " +- "the stairs.\n\n" +- "“Dear Marian, I am very sorry, but I have no small change—nothing but sovereigns and half crowns. " +- "Could any one give me—”\n\n" +- "“Yes, easily. Jump in. Gracious me, how smart you look! What a lovely frock! " +- "You put us all to shame.”\n\n" - "“If I did not wear my best rags and tatters now, when should I wear them?” said Miss Bartlett reproachfully. " - "She got into the victoria and placed herself with her back to the horse. The necessary roar ensued,\nand then they drove off.\n\n" - "“Good-bye! Be good!” called out Cecil.\n\n" - "Lucy bit her lip, for the tone was sneering. " - "On the subject of “church and so on” they had had rather an unsatisfactory conversation. " - "He had said that people ought to overhaul themselves, and she did not want to overhaul herself; she did not know it was done. " -- "Honest orthodoxy Cecil respected, but he always assumed that honesty is the result of a spiritual crisis; he could not imagine it as a natural birthright, " -- "that might grow heavenward like flowers. " +- "Honest orthodoxy Cecil respected, but he always assumed that honesty is the result of a spiritual crisis; he could not imagine it as a natural " +- "birthright, that might grow heavenward like flowers. " - "All that he said on this subject pained her, though he exuded tolerance from every pore; somehow the Emersons were different.\n\n" -- "She saw the Emersons after church. There was a line of carriages down the road, and the Honeychurch vehicle happened to be opposite Cissie Villa. " +- "She saw the Emersons after church. " +- "There was a line of carriages down the road, and the Honeychurch vehicle happened to be opposite Cissie Villa. " - "To save time, they walked over the green to it, and found father and son smoking in the garden.\n\n" - "“Introduce me,” said her mother. “Unless the young man considers that he knows me already.”\n\n" - "He probably did; but Lucy ignored the Sacred Lake and introduced them formally. Old Mr. " @@ -2941,11 +3141,13 @@ expression: chunks - "Beebe, she turned the conversation to a less disturbing topic,\nand asked him how he liked his new house.\n\n" - "“Very much,” he replied, but there was a note of offence in his voice;\n" - "she had never known him offended before. He added: “We find, though,\n" -- "that the Miss Alans were coming, and that we have turned them out.\nWomen mind such a thing. I am very much upset about it.”\n\n" +- "that the Miss Alans were coming, and that we have turned them out.\n" +- "Women mind such a thing. I am very much upset about it.”\n\n" - "“I believe that there was some misunderstanding,” said Mrs. Honeychurch uneasily.\n\n" - "“Our landlord was told that we should be a different type of person,”\n" - "said George, who seemed disposed to carry the matter further. “He thought we should be artistic. He is disappointed.”\n\n" -- "“And I wonder whether we ought to write to the Miss Alans and offer to give it up. What do you think?” He appealed to Lucy.\n\n" +- "“And I wonder whether we ought to write to the Miss Alans and offer to give it up. What do you think?” " +- "He appealed to Lucy.\n\n" - "“Oh, stop now you have come,” said Lucy lightly. She must avoid censuring Cecil. " - "For it was on Cecil that the little episode turned,\nthough his name was never mentioned.\n\n" - "“So George says. He says that the Miss Alans must go to the wall. Yet it does seem so unkind.”\n\n" @@ -2953,15 +3155,18 @@ expression: chunks - "“Yes!” exclaimed Mrs. Honeychurch. “That’s exactly what I say. " - "Why all this twiddling and twaddling over two Miss Alans?”\n\n" - "“There is a certain amount of kindness, just as there is a certain amount of light,” he continued in measured tones. " -- "“We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. " -- "Choose a place where you won’t do harm—yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for " -- "all you are worth, facing the sunshine.”\n\n“Oh, Mr. Emerson, I see you’re clever!”\n\n“Eh—?”\n\n" +- "“We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows" +- ". " +- "Choose a place where you won’t do harm—yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in " +- "it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.”\n\n“Oh, Mr. Emerson, I see you’re clever!”\n\n" +- "“Eh—?”\n\n" - "“I see you’re going to be clever. I hope you didn’t go behaving like that to poor Freddy.”\n\n" - "George’s eyes laughed, and Lucy suspected that he and her mother would get on rather well.\n\n" - "“No, I didn’t,” he said. “He behaved that way to me. It is his philosophy. " - "Only he starts life with it; and I have tried the Note of Interrogation first.”\n\n" - "“What _do_ you mean? No, never mind what you mean. Don’t explain. He looks forward to seeing you this afternoon. " -- "Do you play tennis? Do you mind tennis on Sunday—?”\n\n“George mind tennis on Sunday! George, after his education, distinguish between Sunday—”\n\n" +- "Do you play tennis? Do you mind tennis on Sunday—?”\n\n" +- "“George mind tennis on Sunday! George, after his education, distinguish between Sunday—”\n\n" - "“Very well, George doesn’t mind tennis on Sunday. No more do I. That’s settled. Mr. " - "Emerson, if you could come with your son we should be so pleased.”\n\n" - "He thanked her, but the walk sounded rather far; he could only potter about in these days.\n\n" @@ -2976,10 +3181,10 @@ expression: chunks - "It was the old, old battle of the room with the view.\n\n" - "George did not respond to the bow. Like any boy, he blushed and was ashamed; he knew that the chaperon remembered. " - "He said: “I—I’ll come up to tennis if I can manage it,” and went into the house. " -- "Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart; men were not gods after all, but as human and as " -- "clumsy as girls; even men might suffer from unexplained desires, and need help. " -- "To one of her upbringing, and of her destination, the weakness of men was a truth unfamiliar, but she had surmised it at Florence, when George " -- "threw her photographs into the River Arno.\n\n" +- "Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart; men were not gods after all, but as human " +- "and as clumsy as girls; even men might suffer from unexplained desires, and need help. " +- "To one of her upbringing, and of her destination, the weakness of men was a truth unfamiliar, but she had surmised it at Florence, " +- "when George threw her photographs into the River Arno.\n\n" - "“George, don’t go,” cried his father, who thought it a great treat for people if his son would talk to them. " - "“George has been in such good spirits today, and I am sure he will end by coming up this afternoon.”\n\n" - "Lucy caught her cousin’s eye. Something in its mute appeal made her reckless. " @@ -2987,8 +3192,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Then she went to the carriage and murmured, “The old man hasn’t been told; I knew it was all right.” Mrs. " - "Honeychurch followed her, and they drove away.\n\n" - "Satisfactory that Mr. " -- "Emerson had not been told of the Florence escapade; yet Lucy’s spirits should not have leapt up as if she had sighted the ramparts of " -- "heaven. Satisfactory; yet surely she greeted it with disproportionate joy. " +- "Emerson had not been told of the Florence escapade; yet Lucy’s spirits should not have leapt up as if she had sighted the " +- "ramparts of heaven. Satisfactory; yet surely she greeted it with disproportionate joy. " - "All the way home the horses’ hoofs sang a tune to her: “He has not told, he has not told.” " - "Her brain expanded the melody: “He has not told his father—to whom he tells all things. It was not an exploit. " - "He did not laugh at me when I had gone.” She raised her hand to her cheek. “He does not love me. No. " @@ -2996,68 +3201,74 @@ expression: chunks - "She longed to shout the words: “It is all right. It’s a secret between us two for ever. Cecil will never hear.” " - "She was even glad that Miss Bartlett had made her promise secrecy, that last dark evening at Florence, when they had knelt packing in his room. " - "The secret, big or little, was guarded.\n\n" -- "Only three English people knew of it in the world. Thus she interpreted her joy. She greeted Cecil with unusual radiance, because she felt so safe. " -- "As he helped her out of the carriage, she said:\n\n“The Emersons have been so nice. George Emerson has improved enormously.”\n\n" +- "Only three English people knew of it in the world. Thus she interpreted her joy. " +- "She greeted Cecil with unusual radiance, because she felt so safe. As he helped her out of the carriage, she said:\n\n" +- "“The Emersons have been so nice. George Emerson has improved enormously.”\n\n" - "“How are my protégés?” asked Cecil, who took no real interest in them,\n" - "and had long since forgotten his resolution to bring them to Windy Corner for educational purposes.\n\n" - "“Protégés!” she exclaimed with some warmth. For the only relationship which Cecil conceived was feudal: that of protector and protected. " - "He had no glimpse of the comradeship after which the girl’s soul yearned.\n\n" -- "“You shall see for yourself how your protégés are. George Emerson is coming up this afternoon. He is a most interesting man to talk to. " -- "Only don’t—” She nearly said, “Don’t protect him.” " +- "“You shall see for yourself how your protégés are. George Emerson is coming up this afternoon. " +- "He is a most interesting man to talk to. Only don’t—” She nearly said, “Don’t protect him.” " - "But the bell was ringing for lunch, and, as often happened, Cecil had paid no great attention to her remarks. " - "Charm, not argument, was to be her forte.\n\n" - "Lunch was a cheerful meal. Generally Lucy was depressed at meals. " -- "Some one had to be soothed—either Cecil or Miss Bartlett or a Being not visible to the mortal eye—a Being who whispered to her soul: " -- "“It will not last, this cheerfulness. In January you must go to London to entertain the grandchildren of celebrated men.” " +- "Some one had to be soothed—either Cecil or Miss Bartlett or a Being not visible to the mortal eye—a Being who whispered to her " +- "soul: “It will not last, this cheerfulness. In January you must go to London to entertain the grandchildren of celebrated men.” " - "But to-day she felt she had received a guarantee. Her mother would always sit there, her brother here. " - "The sun, though it had moved a little since the morning,\n" - "would never be hidden behind the western hills. After luncheon they asked her to play. " -- "She had seen Gluck’s Armide that year, and played from memory the music of the enchanted garden—the music to which Renaud approaches, " -- "beneath the light of an eternal dawn, the music that never gains, never wanes, but ripples for ever like the tideless seas of fairyland. 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M. Forster\n\nThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook.\n\nTitle: A Room With A View\n\nAuthor: E. M. Forster\n\nRelease Date: May, 2001 [eBook #2641]\n[Most recently updated: October 8, 2022]\n\nLanguage: English\n\n\n*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A ROOM WITH A VIEW ***\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nA Room With A View\n\nBy E. M. Forster\n\n\n\n\nCONTENTS\n\n Part One.\n Chapter I. The Bertolini\n Chapter II. In Santa Croce with No Baedeker\n Chapter III. Music, Violets, and the Letter “S”\n Chapter IV. Fourth Chapter\n Chapter V. Possibilities of a Pleasant Outing\n Chapter VI. The Reverend Arthur Beebe, the Reverend Cuthbert Eager, Mr. Emerson, Mr. George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive Out in Carriages to See a View; Italians Drive Them\n Chapter VII. They Return\n\n Part Two.\n Chapter VIII. Medieval\n Chapter IX. Lucy As a Work of Art\n Chapter X. Cecil as a Humourist\n Chapter XI. In Mrs. Vyse’s Well-Appointed Flat\n Chapter XII. Twelfth Chapter\n Chapter XIII. How Miss Bartlett’s Boiler Was So Tiresome\n Chapter XIV. How Lucy Faced the External Situation Bravely\n Chapter XV. The Disaster Within\n Chapter XVI. Lying to George\n Chapter XVII. Lying to Cecil\n Chapter XVIII. Lying to Mr. Beebe, Mrs. Honeychurch, Freddy, and The Servants\n Chapter XIX. Lying to Mr. Emerson\n Chapter XX. The End of the Middle Ages\n\n\n\n\nPART ONE\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter I The Bertolini\n\n\n" @@ -10,11 +11,11 @@ expression: chunks - "The clergyman, who had the air of one on a holiday, did not remember the ladies quite as clearly as they remembered him. But he came forward pleasantly enough and accepted the chair into which he was beckoned by Lucy.\n\n“I _am_ so glad to see you,” said the girl, who was in a state of spiritual starvation, and would have been glad to see the waiter if her cousin had permitted it. “Just fancy how small the world is. Summer Street, too, makes it so specially funny.”\n\n“Miss Honeychurch lives in the parish of Summer Street,” said Miss Bartlett, filling up the gap, “and she happened to tell me in the course of conversation that you have just accepted the living—”\n\n“Yes, I heard from mother so last week. She didn’t know that I knew you at Tunbridge Wells; but I wrote back at once, and I said: ‘Mr. Beebe is—’”\n\n“Quite right,” said the clergyman. “I move into the Rectory at Summer Street next June. I am lucky to be appointed to such a charming neighbourhood.”\n\n“Oh, how glad I am! The name of our house is Windy Corner.” Mr. Beebe bowed.\n\n“There is mother and me generally, and my brother, though it’s not often we get him to ch—— The church is rather far off, I mean.”\n\n“Lucy, dearest, let Mr. Beebe eat his dinner.”\n\n“I am eating it, thank you, and enjoying it.”\n\nHe preferred to talk to Lucy, whose playing he remembered, rather than to Miss Bartlett, who probably remembered his sermons. He asked the girl whether she knew Florence well, and was informed at some length that she had never been there before. It is delightful to advise a newcomer, and he was first in the field. “Don’t neglect the country round,” his advice concluded. “The first fine afternoon drive up to Fiesole, and round by Settignano, or something of that sort.”\n\n“No!” cried a voice from the top of the table. “Mr. Beebe, you are wrong. The first fine afternoon your ladies must go to Prato.”\n\n“That lady looks so clever,” whispered Miss Bartlett to her cousin. “We are in luck.”\n\n" - "And, indeed, a perfect torrent of information burst on them. People told them what to see, when to see it, how to stop the electric trams,\nhow to get rid of the beggars, how much to give for a vellum blotter,\nhow much the place would grow upon them. The Pension Bertolini had decided, almost enthusiastically, that they would do. Whichever way they looked, kind ladies smiled and shouted at them. And above all rose the voice of the clever lady, crying: “Prato! They must go to Prato.\nThat place is too sweetly squalid for words. I love it; I revel in shaking off the trammels of respectability, as you know.”\n\nThe young man named George glanced at the clever lady, and then returned moodily to his plate. Obviously he and his father did not do.\nLucy, in the midst of her success, found time to wish they did. It gave her no extra pleasure that any one should be left in the cold; and when she rose to go, she turned back and gave the two outsiders a nervous little bow.\n\nThe father did not see it; the son acknowledged it, not by another bow,\nbut by raising his eyebrows and smiling; he seemed to be smiling across something.\n\nShe hastened after her cousin, who had already disappeared through the curtains—curtains which smote one in the face, and seemed heavy with more than cloth. Beyond them stood the unreliable Signora, bowing good-evening to her guests, and supported by ’Enery, her little boy,\nand Victorier, her daughter. It made a curious little scene, this attempt of the Cockney to convey the grace and geniality of the South.\nAnd even more curious was the drawing-room, which attempted to rival the solid comfort of a Bloomsbury boarding-house. Was this really Italy?\n\nMiss Bartlett was already seated on a tightly stuffed arm-chair, which had the colour and the contours of a tomato. She was talking to Mr.\nBeebe, and as she spoke, her long narrow head drove backwards and forwards, slowly, regularly, as though she were demolishing some invisible obstacle. “We are most grateful to you,” she was saying. “The first evening means so much. When you arrived we were in for a peculiarly _mauvais quart d’heure_.”\n\nHe expressed his regret.\n\n" - "“Do you, by any chance, know the name of an old man who sat opposite us at dinner?”\n\n“Emerson.”\n\n“Is he a friend of yours?”\n\n“We are friendly—as one is in pensions.”\n\n“Then I will say no more.”\n\nHe pressed her very slightly, and she said more.\n\n“I am, as it were,” she concluded, “the chaperon of my young cousin,\nLucy, and it would be a serious thing if I put her under an obligation to people of whom we know nothing. His manner was somewhat unfortunate.\nI hope I acted for the best.”\n\n“You acted very naturally,” said he. He seemed thoughtful, and after a few moments added: “All the same, I don’t think much harm would have come of accepting.”\n\n“No _harm_, of course. But we could not be under an obligation.”\n\n“He is rather a peculiar man.” Again he hesitated, and then said gently: “I think he would not take advantage of your acceptance, nor expect you to show gratitude. He has the merit—if it is one—of saying exactly what he means. He has rooms he does not value, and he thinks you would value them. He no more thought of putting you under an obligation than he thought of being polite. It is so difficult—at least, I find it difficult—to understand people who speak the truth.”\n\nLucy was pleased, and said: “I was hoping that he was nice; I do so always hope that people will be nice.”\n\n“I think he is; nice and tiresome. I differ from him on almost every point of any importance, and so, I expect—I may say I hope—you will differ. But his is a type one disagrees with rather than deplores. When he first came here he not unnaturally put people’s backs up. He has no tact and no manners—I don’t mean by that that he has bad manners—and he will not keep his opinions to himself. We nearly complained about him to our depressing Signora, but I am glad to say we thought better of it.”\n\n“Am I to conclude,” said Miss Bartlett, “that he is a Socialist?”\n\nMr. Beebe accepted the convenient word, not without a slight twitching of the lips.\n\n“And presumably he has brought up his son to be a Socialist, too?”\n\n" -- "“I hardly know George, for he hasn’t learnt to talk yet. He seems a nice creature, and I think he has brains. Of course, he has all his father’s mannerisms, and it is quite possible that he, too, may be a Socialist.”\n\n“Oh, you relieve me,” said Miss Bartlett. “So you think I ought to have accepted their offer? You feel I have been narrow-minded and suspicious?”\n\n“Not at all,” he answered; “I never suggested that.”\n\n“But ought I not to apologize, at all events, for my apparent rudeness?”\n\nHe replied, with some irritation, that it would be quite unnecessary,\nand got up from his seat to go to the smoking-room.\n\n“Was I a bore?” said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had disappeared. “Why didn’t you talk, Lucy? He prefers young people, I’m sure. I do hope I haven’t monopolized him. I hoped you would have him all the evening, as well as all dinner-time.”\n\n“He is nice,” exclaimed Lucy. “Just what I remember. He seems to see good in everyone. No one would take him for a clergyman.”\n\n“My dear Lucia—”\n\n“Well, you know what I mean. And you know how clergymen generally laugh; Mr. Beebe laughs just like an ordinary man.”\n\n“Funny girl! How you do remind me of your mother. I wonder if she will approve of Mr. Beebe.”\n\n“I’m sure she will; and so will Freddy.”\n\n“I think everyone at Windy Corner will approve; it is the fashionable world. I am used to Tunbridge Wells, where we are all hopelessly behind the times.”\n\n“Yes,” said Lucy despondently.\n\nThere was a haze of disapproval in the air, but whether the disapproval was of herself, or of Mr. Beebe, or of the fashionable world at Windy Corner, or of the narrow world at Tunbridge Wells, she could not determine. She tried to locate it, but as usual she blundered. Miss Bartlett sedulously denied disapproving of any one, and added “I am afraid you are finding me a very depressing companion.”\n\nAnd the girl again thought: “I must have been selfish or unkind; I must be more careful. It is so dreadful for Charlotte, being poor.”\n\n" -- "Fortunately one of the little old ladies, who for some time had been smiling very benignly, now approached and asked if she might be allowed to sit where Mr. Beebe had sat. Permission granted, she began to chatter gently about Italy, the plunge it had been to come there, the gratifying success of the plunge, the improvement in her sister’s health, the necessity of closing the bed-room windows at night, and of thoroughly emptying the water-bottles in the morning. She handled her subjects agreeably, and they were, perhaps, more worthy of attention than the high discourse upon Guelfs and Ghibellines which was proceeding tempestuously at the other end of the room. It was a real catastrophe, not a mere episode, that evening of hers at Venice, when she had found in her bedroom something that is one worse than a flea,\nthough one better than something else.\n\n“But here you are as safe as in England. Signora Bertolini is so English.”\n\n“Yet our rooms smell,” said poor Lucy. “We dread going to bed.”\n\n“Ah, then you look into the court.” She sighed. “If only Mr. Emerson was more tactful! We were so sorry for you at dinner.”\n\n“I think he was meaning to be kind.”\n\n“Undoubtedly he was,” said Miss Bartlett.\n\n“Mr. Beebe has just been scolding me for my suspicious nature. Of course, I was holding back on my cousin’s account.”\n\n“Of course,” said the little old lady; and they murmured that one could not be too careful with a young girl.\n\nLucy tried to look demure, but could not help feeling a great fool. No one was careful with her at home; or, at all events, she had not noticed it.\n\n“About old Mr. Emerson—I hardly know. No, he is not tactful; yet, have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time—beautiful?”\n\n“Beautiful?” said Miss Bartlett, puzzled at the word. “Are not beauty and delicacy the same?”\n\n“So one would have thought,” said the other helplessly. “But things are so difficult, I sometimes think.”\n\n" -- "She proceeded no further into things, for Mr. Beebe reappeared, looking extremely pleasant.\n\n“Miss Bartlett,” he cried, “it’s all right about the rooms. I’m so glad. Mr. Emerson was talking about it in the smoking-room, and knowing what I did, I encouraged him to make the offer again. He has let me come and ask you. He would be so pleased.”\n\n“Oh, Charlotte,” cried Lucy to her cousin, “we must have the rooms now.\nThe old man is just as nice and kind as he can be.”\n\nMiss Bartlett was silent.\n\n“I fear,” said Mr. Beebe, after a pause, “that I have been officious. I must apologize for my interference.”\n\nGravely displeased, he turned to go. Not till then did Miss Bartlett reply: “My own wishes, dearest Lucy, are unimportant in comparison with yours. It would be hard indeed if I stopped you doing as you liked at Florence, when I am only here through your kindness. If you wish me to turn these gentlemen out of their rooms, I will do it. Would you then,\nMr. Beebe, kindly tell Mr. Emerson that I accept his kind offer, and then conduct him to me, in order that I may thank him personally?”\n\nShe raised her voice as she spoke; it was heard all over the drawing-room, and silenced the Guelfs and the Ghibellines. The clergyman, inwardly cursing the female sex, bowed, and departed with her message.\n\n“Remember, Lucy, I alone am implicated in this. I do not wish the acceptance to come from you. Grant me that, at all events.”\n\nMr. Beebe was back, saying rather nervously:\n\n“Mr. Emerson is engaged, but here is his son instead.”\n\nThe young man gazed down on the three ladies, who felt seated on the floor, so low were their chairs.\n\n“My father,” he said, “is in his bath, so you cannot thank him personally. But any message given by you to me will be given by me to him as soon as he comes out.”\n\nMiss Bartlett was unequal to the bath. All her barbed civilities came forth wrong end first. Young Mr. Emerson scored a notable triumph to the delight of Mr. Beebe and to the secret delight of Lucy.\n\n" -- "“Poor young man!” said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had gone.\n\n“How angry he is with his father about the rooms! It is all he can do to keep polite.”\n\n“In half an hour or so your rooms will be ready,” said Mr. Beebe. Then looking rather thoughtfully at the two cousins, he retired to his own rooms, to write up his philosophic diary.\n\n“Oh, dear!” breathed the little old lady, and shuddered as if all the winds of heaven had entered the apartment. “Gentlemen sometimes do not realize—” Her voice faded away, but Miss Bartlett seemed to understand and a conversation developed, in which gentlemen who did not thoroughly realize played a principal part. Lucy, not realizing either, was reduced to literature. Taking up Baedeker’s Handbook to Northern Italy,\nshe committed to memory the most important dates of Florentine History.\nFor she was determined to enjoy herself on the morrow. Thus the half-hour crept profitably away, and at last Miss Bartlett rose with a sigh, and said:\n\n“I think one might venture now. No, Lucy, do not stir. I will superintend the move.”\n\n“How you do do everything,” said Lucy.\n\n“Naturally, dear. It is my affair.”\n\n“But I would like to help you.”\n\n“No, dear.”\n\nCharlotte’s energy! And her unselfishness! She had been thus all her life, but really, on this Italian tour, she was surpassing herself. So Lucy felt, or strove to feel. And yet—there was a rebellious spirit in her which wondered whether the acceptance might not have been less delicate and more beautiful. At all events, she entered her own room without any feeling of joy.\n\n“I want to explain,” said Miss Bartlett, “why it is that I have taken the largest room. Naturally, of course, I should have given it to you;\nbut I happen to know that it belongs to the young man, and I was sure your mother would not like it.”\n\nLucy was bewildered.\n\n“If you are to accept a favour it is more suitable you should be under an obligation to his father than to him. I am a woman of the world, in my small way, and I know where things lead to. However, Mr. Beebe is a guarantee of a sort that they will not presume on this.”\n\n" -- "“Mother wouldn’t mind I’m sure,” said Lucy, but again had the sense of larger and unsuspected issues.\n\nMiss Bartlett only sighed, and enveloped her in a protecting embrace as she wished her good-night. It gave Lucy the sensation of a fog, and when she reached her own room she opened the window and breathed the clean night air, thinking of the kind old man who had enabled her to see the lights dancing in the Arno and the cypresses of San Miniato,\nand the foot-hills of the Apennines, black against the rising moon.\n\nMiss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the cupboards led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances. It was then that she saw, pinned up over the washstand, a sheet of paper on which was scrawled an enormous note of interrogation. Nothing more.\n\n“What does it mean?” she thought, and she examined it carefully by the light of a candle. Meaningless at first, it gradually became menacing,\nobnoxious, portentous with evil. She was seized with an impulse to destroy it, but fortunately remembered that she had no right to do so,\nsince it must be the property of young Mr. Emerson. So she unpinned it carefully, and put it between two pieces of blotting-paper to keep it clean for him. Then she completed her inspection of the room, sighed heavily according to her habit, and went to bed.\n\n\n\n\n" +- "“I hardly know George, for he hasn’t learnt to talk yet. He seems a nice creature, and I think he has brains. Of course, he has all his father’s mannerisms, and it is quite possible that he, too, may be a Socialist.”\n\n“Oh, you relieve me,” said Miss Bartlett. “So you think I ought to have accepted their offer? You feel I have been narrow-minded and suspicious?”\n\n“Not at all,” he answered; “I never suggested that.”\n\n“But ought I not to apologize, at all events, for my apparent rudeness?”\n\nHe replied, with some irritation, that it would be quite unnecessary,\nand got up from his seat to go to the smoking-room.\n\n“Was I a bore?” said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had disappeared. “Why didn’t you talk, Lucy? He prefers young people, I’m sure. I do hope I haven’t monopolized him. I hoped you would have him all the evening, as well as all dinner-time.”\n\n“He is nice,” exclaimed Lucy. “Just what I remember. He seems to see good in everyone. No one would take him for a clergyman.”\n\n“My dear Lucia—”\n\n“Well, you know what I mean. And you know how clergymen generally laugh; Mr. Beebe laughs just like an ordinary man.”\n\n“Funny girl! How you do remind me of your mother. I wonder if she will approve of Mr. Beebe.”\n\n“I’m sure she will; and so will Freddy.”\n\n“I think everyone at Windy Corner will approve; it is the fashionable world. I am used to Tunbridge Wells, where we are all hopelessly behind the times.”\n\n“Yes,” said Lucy despondently.\n\nThere was a haze of disapproval in the air, but whether the disapproval was of herself, or of Mr. Beebe, or of the fashionable world at Windy Corner, or of the narrow world at Tunbridge Wells, she could not determine. She tried to locate it, but as usual she blundered. Miss Bartlett sedulously denied disapproving of any one, and added “I am afraid you are finding me a very depressing companion.”\n\n" +- "And the girl again thought: “I must have been selfish or unkind; I must be more careful. It is so dreadful for Charlotte, being poor.”\n\nFortunately one of the little old ladies, who for some time had been smiling very benignly, now approached and asked if she might be allowed to sit where Mr. Beebe had sat. Permission granted, she began to chatter gently about Italy, the plunge it had been to come there, the gratifying success of the plunge, the improvement in her sister’s health, the necessity of closing the bed-room windows at night, and of thoroughly emptying the water-bottles in the morning. She handled her subjects agreeably, and they were, perhaps, more worthy of attention than the high discourse upon Guelfs and Ghibellines which was proceeding tempestuously at the other end of the room. It was a real catastrophe, not a mere episode, that evening of hers at Venice, when she had found in her bedroom something that is one worse than a flea,\nthough one better than something else.\n\n“But here you are as safe as in England. Signora Bertolini is so English.”\n\n“Yet our rooms smell,” said poor Lucy. “We dread going to bed.”\n\n“Ah, then you look into the court.” She sighed. “If only Mr. Emerson was more tactful! We were so sorry for you at dinner.”\n\n“I think he was meaning to be kind.”\n\n“Undoubtedly he was,” said Miss Bartlett.\n\n“Mr. Beebe has just been scolding me for my suspicious nature. Of course, I was holding back on my cousin’s account.”\n\n“Of course,” said the little old lady; and they murmured that one could not be too careful with a young girl.\n\nLucy tried to look demure, but could not help feeling a great fool. No one was careful with her at home; or, at all events, she had not noticed it.\n\n“About old Mr. Emerson—I hardly know. No, he is not tactful; yet, have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time—beautiful?”\n\n“Beautiful?” said Miss Bartlett, puzzled at the word. “Are not beauty and delicacy the same?”\n\n" +- "“So one would have thought,” said the other helplessly. “But things are so difficult, I sometimes think.”\n\nShe proceeded no further into things, for Mr. Beebe reappeared, looking extremely pleasant.\n\n“Miss Bartlett,” he cried, “it’s all right about the rooms. I’m so glad. Mr. Emerson was talking about it in the smoking-room, and knowing what I did, I encouraged him to make the offer again. He has let me come and ask you. He would be so pleased.”\n\n“Oh, Charlotte,” cried Lucy to her cousin, “we must have the rooms now.\nThe old man is just as nice and kind as he can be.”\n\nMiss Bartlett was silent.\n\n“I fear,” said Mr. Beebe, after a pause, “that I have been officious. I must apologize for my interference.”\n\nGravely displeased, he turned to go. Not till then did Miss Bartlett reply: “My own wishes, dearest Lucy, are unimportant in comparison with yours. It would be hard indeed if I stopped you doing as you liked at Florence, when I am only here through your kindness. If you wish me to turn these gentlemen out of their rooms, I will do it. Would you then,\nMr. Beebe, kindly tell Mr. Emerson that I accept his kind offer, and then conduct him to me, in order that I may thank him personally?”\n\nShe raised her voice as she spoke; it was heard all over the drawing-room, and silenced the Guelfs and the Ghibellines. The clergyman, inwardly cursing the female sex, bowed, and departed with her message.\n\n“Remember, Lucy, I alone am implicated in this. I do not wish the acceptance to come from you. Grant me that, at all events.”\n\nMr. Beebe was back, saying rather nervously:\n\n“Mr. Emerson is engaged, but here is his son instead.”\n\nThe young man gazed down on the three ladies, who felt seated on the floor, so low were their chairs.\n\n“My father,” he said, “is in his bath, so you cannot thank him personally. But any message given by you to me will be given by me to him as soon as he comes out.”\n\n" +- "Miss Bartlett was unequal to the bath. All her barbed civilities came forth wrong end first. Young Mr. Emerson scored a notable triumph to the delight of Mr. Beebe and to the secret delight of Lucy.\n\n“Poor young man!” said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had gone.\n\n“How angry he is with his father about the rooms! It is all he can do to keep polite.”\n\n“In half an hour or so your rooms will be ready,” said Mr. Beebe. Then looking rather thoughtfully at the two cousins, he retired to his own rooms, to write up his philosophic diary.\n\n“Oh, dear!” breathed the little old lady, and shuddered as if all the winds of heaven had entered the apartment. “Gentlemen sometimes do not realize—” Her voice faded away, but Miss Bartlett seemed to understand and a conversation developed, in which gentlemen who did not thoroughly realize played a principal part. Lucy, not realizing either, was reduced to literature. Taking up Baedeker’s Handbook to Northern Italy,\nshe committed to memory the most important dates of Florentine History.\nFor she was determined to enjoy herself on the morrow. Thus the half-hour crept profitably away, and at last Miss Bartlett rose with a sigh, and said:\n\n“I think one might venture now. No, Lucy, do not stir. I will superintend the move.”\n\n“How you do do everything,” said Lucy.\n\n“Naturally, dear. It is my affair.”\n\n“But I would like to help you.”\n\n“No, dear.”\n\nCharlotte’s energy! And her unselfishness! She had been thus all her life, but really, on this Italian tour, she was surpassing herself. So Lucy felt, or strove to feel. And yet—there was a rebellious spirit in her which wondered whether the acceptance might not have been less delicate and more beautiful. At all events, she entered her own room without any feeling of joy.\n\n“I want to explain,” said Miss Bartlett, “why it is that I have taken the largest room. Naturally, of course, I should have given it to you;\nbut I happen to know that it belongs to the young man, and I was sure your mother would not like it.”\n\nLucy was bewildered.\n\n" +- "“If you are to accept a favour it is more suitable you should be under an obligation to his father than to him. I am a woman of the world, in my small way, and I know where things lead to. However, Mr. Beebe is a guarantee of a sort that they will not presume on this.”\n\n“Mother wouldn’t mind I’m sure,” said Lucy, but again had the sense of larger and unsuspected issues.\n\nMiss Bartlett only sighed, and enveloped her in a protecting embrace as she wished her good-night. It gave Lucy the sensation of a fog, and when she reached her own room she opened the window and breathed the clean night air, thinking of the kind old man who had enabled her to see the lights dancing in the Arno and the cypresses of San Miniato,\nand the foot-hills of the Apennines, black against the rising moon.\n\nMiss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the cupboards led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances. It was then that she saw, pinned up over the washstand, a sheet of paper on which was scrawled an enormous note of interrogation. Nothing more.\n\n“What does it mean?” she thought, and she examined it carefully by the light of a candle. Meaningless at first, it gradually became menacing,\nobnoxious, portentous with evil. She was seized with an impulse to destroy it, but fortunately remembered that she had no right to do so,\nsince it must be the property of young Mr. Emerson. So she unpinned it carefully, and put it between two pieces of blotting-paper to keep it clean for him. Then she completed her inspection of the room, sighed heavily according to her habit, and went to bed.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter II In Santa Croce with No Baedeker\n\n\n" - "It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. It was pleasant, too,\nto fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and close below, the Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.\n\nOver the river men were at work with spades and sieves on the sandy foreshore, and on the river was a boat, also diligently employed for some mysterious end. An electric tram came rushing underneath the window. No one was inside it, except one tourist; but its platforms were overflowing with Italians, who preferred to stand. Children tried to hang on behind, and the conductor, with no malice, spat in their faces to make them let go. Then soldiers appeared—good-looking,\nundersized men—wearing each a knapsack covered with mangy fur, and a great-coat which had been cut for some larger soldier. Beside them walked officers, looking foolish and fierce, and before them went little boys, turning somersaults in time with the band. The tramcar became entangled in their ranks, and moved on painfully, like a caterpillar in a swarm of ants. One of the little boys fell down, and some white bullocks came out of an archway. Indeed, if it had not been for the good advice of an old man who was selling button-hooks, the road might never have got clear.\n\nOver such trivialities as these many a valuable hour may slip away, and the traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values of Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under it. So it was as well that Miss Bartlett should tap and come in, and having commented on Lucy’s leaving the door unlocked, and on her leaning out of the window before she was fully dressed, should urge her to hasten herself, or the best of the day would be gone. By the time Lucy was ready her cousin had done her breakfast, and was listening to the clever lady among the crumbs.\n\n" - "A conversation then ensued, on not unfamiliar lines. Miss Bartlett was,\nafter all, a wee bit tired, and thought they had better spend the morning settling in; unless Lucy would at all like to go out? Lucy would rather like to go out, as it was her first day in Florence, but,\nof course, she could go alone. Miss Bartlett could not allow this. Of course she would accompany Lucy everywhere. Oh, certainly not; Lucy would stop with her cousin. Oh, no! that would never do. Oh, yes!\n\nAt this point the clever lady broke in.\n\n“If it is Mrs. Grundy who is troubling you, I do assure you that you can neglect the good person. Being English, Miss Honeychurch will be perfectly safe. Italians understand. A dear friend of mine, Contessa Baroncelli, has two daughters, and when she cannot send a maid to school with them, she lets them go in sailor-hats instead. Every one takes them for English, you see, especially if their hair is strained tightly behind.”\n\nMiss Bartlett was unconvinced by the safety of Contessa Baroncelli’s daughters. She was determined to take Lucy herself, her head not being so very bad. The clever lady then said that she was going to spend a long morning in Santa Croce, and if Lucy would come too, she would be delighted.\n\n“I will take you by a dear dirty back way, Miss Honeychurch, and if you bring me luck, we shall have an adventure.”\n\nLucy said that this was most kind, and at once opened the Baedeker, to see where Santa Croce was.\n\n“Tut, tut! Miss Lucy! I hope we shall soon emancipate you from Baedeker. He does but touch the surface of things. As to the true Italy—he does not even dream of it. The true Italy is only to be found by patient observation.”\n\nThis sounded very interesting, and Lucy hurried over her breakfast, and started with her new friend in high spirits. Italy was coming at last.\nThe Cockney Signora and her works had vanished like a bad dream.\n\n" @@ -48,8 +49,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Lucy does not stand for the medieval lady, who was rather an ideal to which she was bidden to lift her eyes when feeling serious. Nor has she any system of revolt. Here and there a restriction annoyed her particularly, and she would transgress it, and perhaps be sorry that she had done so. This afternoon she was peculiarly restive. She would really like to do something of which her well-wishers disapproved. As she might not go on the electric tram, she went to Alinari’s shop.\n\nThere she bought a photograph of Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus.” Venus,\nbeing a pity, spoilt the picture, otherwise so charming, and Miss Bartlett had persuaded her to do without it. (A pity in art of course signified the nude.) Giorgione’s “Tempesta,” the “Idolino,” some of the Sistine frescoes and the Apoxyomenos, were added to it. She felt a little calmer then, and bought Fra Angelico’s “Coronation,” Giotto’s “Ascension of St. John,” some Della Robbia babies, and some Guido Reni Madonnas. For her taste was catholic, and she extended uncritical approval to every well-known name.\n\nBut though she spent nearly seven lire, the gates of liberty seemed still unopened. She was conscious of her discontent; it was new to her to be conscious of it. “The world,” she thought, “is certainly full of beautiful things, if only I could come across them.” It was not surprising that Mrs. Honeychurch disapproved of music, declaring that it always left her daughter peevish, unpractical, and touchy.\n\n" - "“Nothing ever happens to me,” she reflected, as she entered the Piazza Signoria and looked nonchalantly at its marvels, now fairly familiar to her. The great square was in shadow; the sunshine had come too late to strike it. Neptune was already unsubstantial in the twilight, half god,\nhalf ghost, and his fountain plashed dreamily to the men and satyrs who idled together on its marge. The Loggia showed as the triple entrance of a cave, wherein many a deity, shadowy, but immortal, looking forth upon the arrivals and departures of mankind. It was the hour of unreality—the hour, that is, when unfamiliar things are real. An older person at such an hour and in such a place might think that sufficient was happening to him, and rest content. Lucy desired more.\n\nShe fixed her eyes wistfully on the tower of the palace, which rose out of the lower darkness like a pillar of roughened gold. It seemed no longer a tower, no longer supported by earth, but some unattainable treasure throbbing in the tranquil sky. Its brightness mesmerized her,\nstill dancing before her eyes when she bent them to the ground and started towards home.\n\nThen something did happen.\n\nTwo Italians by the Loggia had been bickering about a debt. “Cinque lire,” they had cried, “cinque lire!” They sparred at each other, and one of them was hit lightly upon the chest. He frowned; he bent towards Lucy with a look of interest, as if he had an important message for her. He opened his lips to deliver it, and a stream of red came out between them and trickled down his unshaven chin.\n\nThat was all. A crowd rose out of the dusk. It hid this extraordinary man from her, and bore him away to the fountain. Mr. George Emerson happened to be a few paces away, looking at her across the spot where the man had been. How very odd! Across something. Even as she caught sight of him he grew dim; the palace itself grew dim, swayed above her,\nfell on to her softly, slowly, noiselessly, and the sky fell with it.\n\nShe thought: “Oh, what have I done?”\n\n“Oh, what have I done?” she murmured, and opened her eyes.\n\n" - "George Emerson still looked at her, but not across anything. She had complained of dullness, and lo! one man was stabbed, and another held her in his arms.\n\nThey were sitting on some steps in the Uffizi Arcade. He must have carried her. He rose when she spoke, and began to dust his knees. She repeated:\n\n“Oh, what have I done?”\n\n“You fainted.”\n\n“I—I am very sorry.”\n\n“How are you now?”\n\n“Perfectly well—absolutely well.” And she began to nod and smile.\n\n“Then let us come home. There’s no point in our stopping.”\n\nHe held out his hand to pull her up. She pretended not to see it. The cries from the fountain—they had never ceased—rang emptily. The whole world seemed pale and void of its original meaning.\n\n“How very kind you have been! I might have hurt myself falling. But now I am well. I can go alone, thank you.”\n\nHis hand was still extended.\n\n“Oh, my photographs!” she exclaimed suddenly.\n\n“What photographs?”\n\n“I bought some photographs at Alinari’s. I must have dropped them out there in the square.” She looked at him cautiously. “Would you add to your kindness by fetching them?”\n\nHe added to his kindness. As soon as he had turned his back, Lucy arose with the running of a maniac and stole down the arcade towards the Arno.\n\n“Miss Honeychurch!”\n\nShe stopped with her hand on her heart.\n\n“You sit still; you aren’t fit to go home alone.”\n\n“Yes, I am, thank you so very much.”\n\n“No, you aren’t. You’d go openly if you were.”\n\n“But I had rather—”\n\n“Then I don’t fetch your photographs.”\n\n“I had rather be alone.”\n\nHe said imperiously: “The man is dead—the man is probably dead; sit down till you are rested.” She was bewildered, and obeyed him. “And don’t move till I come back.”\n\n" -- "In the distance she saw creatures with black hoods, such as appear in dreams. The palace tower had lost the reflection of the declining day,\nand joined itself to earth. How should she talk to Mr. Emerson when he returned from the shadowy square? Again the thought occurred to her,\n“Oh, what have I done?”—the thought that she, as well as the dying man,\nhad crossed some spiritual boundary.\n\nHe returned, and she talked of the murder. Oddly enough, it was an easy topic. She spoke of the Italian character; she became almost garrulous over the incident that had made her faint five minutes before. Being strong physically, she soon overcame the horror of blood. She rose without his assistance, and though wings seemed to flutter inside her,\nshe walked firmly enough towards the Arno. There a cabman signalled to them; they refused him.\n\n“And the murderer tried to kiss him, you say—how very odd Italians are!—and gave himself up to the police! Mr. Beebe was saying that Italians know everything, but I think they are rather childish. When my cousin and I were at the Pitti yesterday—What was that?”\n\nHe had thrown something into the stream.\n\n“What did you throw in?”\n\n“Things I didn’t want,” he said crossly.\n\n“Mr. Emerson!”\n\n“Well?”\n\n“Where are the photographs?”\n\nHe was silent.\n\n“I believe it was my photographs that you threw away.”\n\n“I didn’t know what to do with them,” he cried, and his voice was that of an anxious boy. Her heart warmed towards him for the first time.\n“They were covered with blood. There! I’m glad I’ve told you; and all the time we were making conversation I was wondering what to do with them.” He pointed down-stream. “They’ve gone.” The river swirled under the bridge, “I did mind them so, and one is so foolish, it seemed better that they should go out to the sea—I don’t know; I may just mean that they frightened me.” Then the boy verged into a man. “For something tremendous has happened; I must face it without getting muddled. It isn’t exactly that a man has died.”\n\nSomething warned Lucy that she must stop him.\n\n“It has happened,” he repeated, “and I mean to find out what it is.”\n\n" -- "“Mr. Emerson—”\n\nHe turned towards her frowning, as if she had disturbed him in some abstract quest.\n\n“I want to ask you something before we go in.”\n\nThey were close to their pension. She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship. She moved her elbows before saying:\n\n“I have behaved ridiculously.”\n\nHe was following his own thoughts.\n\n“I was never so much ashamed of myself in my life; I cannot think what came over me.”\n\n“I nearly fainted myself,” he said; but she felt that her attitude repelled him.\n\n“Well, I owe you a thousand apologies.”\n\n“Oh, all right.”\n\n“And—this is the real point—you know how silly people are gossiping—ladies especially, I am afraid—you understand what I mean?”\n\n“I’m afraid I don’t.”\n\n“I mean, would you not mention it to any one, my foolish behaviour?”\n\n“Your behaviour? Oh, yes, all right—all right.”\n\n“Thank you so much. And would you—”\n\nShe could not carry her request any further. The river was rushing below them, almost black in the advancing night. He had thrown her photographs into it, and then he had told her the reason. It struck her that it was hopeless to look for chivalry in such a man. He would do her no harm by idle gossip; he was trustworthy, intelligent, and even kind; he might even have a high opinion of her. But he lacked chivalry;\nhis thoughts, like his behaviour, would not be modified by awe. It was useless to say to him, “And would you—” and hope that he would complete the sentence for himself, averting his eyes from her nakedness like the knight in that beautiful picture. She had been in his arms, and he remembered it, just as he remembered the blood on the photographs that she had bought in Alinari’s shop. It was not exactly that a man had died; something had happened to the living: they had come to a situation where character tells, and where childhood enters upon the branching paths of Youth.\n\n" +- "In the distance she saw creatures with black hoods, such as appear in dreams. The palace tower had lost the reflection of the declining day,\nand joined itself to earth. How should she talk to Mr. Emerson when he returned from the shadowy square? Again the thought occurred to her,\n“Oh, what have I done?”—the thought that she, as well as the dying man,\nhad crossed some spiritual boundary.\n\nHe returned, and she talked of the murder. Oddly enough, it was an easy topic. She spoke of the Italian character; she became almost garrulous over the incident that had made her faint five minutes before. Being strong physically, she soon overcame the horror of blood. She rose without his assistance, and though wings seemed to flutter inside her,\nshe walked firmly enough towards the Arno. There a cabman signalled to them; they refused him.\n\n“And the murderer tried to kiss him, you say—how very odd Italians are!—and gave himself up to the police! Mr. Beebe was saying that Italians know everything, but I think they are rather childish. When my cousin and I were at the Pitti yesterday—What was that?”\n\nHe had thrown something into the stream.\n\n“What did you throw in?”\n\n“Things I didn’t want,” he said crossly.\n\n“Mr. Emerson!”\n\n“Well?”\n\n“Where are the photographs?”\n\nHe was silent.\n\n“I believe it was my photographs that you threw away.”\n\n“I didn’t know what to do with them,” he cried, and his voice was that of an anxious boy. Her heart warmed towards him for the first time.\n“They were covered with blood. There! I’m glad I’ve told you; and all the time we were making conversation I was wondering what to do with them.” He pointed down-stream. “They’ve gone.” The river swirled under the bridge, “I did mind them so, and one is so foolish, it seemed better that they should go out to the sea—I don’t know; I may just mean that they frightened me.” Then the boy verged into a man. “For something tremendous has happened; I must face it without getting muddled. It isn’t exactly that a man has died.”\n\nSomething warned Lucy that she must stop him.\n\n" +- "“It has happened,” he repeated, “and I mean to find out what it is.”\n\n“Mr. Emerson—”\n\nHe turned towards her frowning, as if she had disturbed him in some abstract quest.\n\n“I want to ask you something before we go in.”\n\nThey were close to their pension. She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship. She moved her elbows before saying:\n\n“I have behaved ridiculously.”\n\nHe was following his own thoughts.\n\n“I was never so much ashamed of myself in my life; I cannot think what came over me.”\n\n“I nearly fainted myself,” he said; but she felt that her attitude repelled him.\n\n“Well, I owe you a thousand apologies.”\n\n“Oh, all right.”\n\n“And—this is the real point—you know how silly people are gossiping—ladies especially, I am afraid—you understand what I mean?”\n\n“I’m afraid I don’t.”\n\n“I mean, would you not mention it to any one, my foolish behaviour?”\n\n“Your behaviour? Oh, yes, all right—all right.”\n\n“Thank you so much. And would you—”\n\nShe could not carry her request any further. The river was rushing below them, almost black in the advancing night. He had thrown her photographs into it, and then he had told her the reason. It struck her that it was hopeless to look for chivalry in such a man. He would do her no harm by idle gossip; he was trustworthy, intelligent, and even kind; he might even have a high opinion of her. But he lacked chivalry;\nhis thoughts, like his behaviour, would not be modified by awe. It was useless to say to him, “And would you—” and hope that he would complete the sentence for himself, averting his eyes from her nakedness like the knight in that beautiful picture. She had been in his arms, and he remembered it, just as he remembered the blood on the photographs that she had bought in Alinari’s shop. It was not exactly that a man had died; something had happened to the living: they had come to a situation where character tells, and where childhood enters upon the branching paths of Youth.\n\n" - "“Well, thank you so much,” she repeated, “How quickly these accidents do happen, and then one returns to the old life!”\n\n“I don’t.”\n\nAnxiety moved her to question him.\n\nHis answer was puzzling: “I shall probably want to live.”\n\n“But why, Mr. Emerson? What do you mean?”\n\n“I shall want to live, I say.”\n\nLeaning her elbows on the parapet, she contemplated the River Arno,\nwhose roar was suggesting some unexpected melody to her ears.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter V Possibilities of a Pleasant Outing\n\n\n" - "It was a family saying that “you never knew which way Charlotte Bartlett would turn.” She was perfectly pleasant and sensible over Lucy’s adventure, found the abridged account of it quite adequate, and paid suitable tribute to the courtesy of Mr. George Emerson. She and Miss Lavish had had an adventure also. They had been stopped at the Dazio coming back, and the young officials there, who seemed impudent and _désœuvré_, had tried to search their reticules for provisions. It might have been most unpleasant. Fortunately Miss Lavish was a match for any one.\n\nFor good or for evil, Lucy was left to face her problem alone. None of her friends had seen her, either in the Piazza or, later on, by the embankment. Mr. Beebe, indeed, noticing her startled eyes at dinner-time, had again passed to himself the remark of “Too much Beethoven.” But he only supposed that she was ready for an adventure,\nnot that she had encountered it. This solitude oppressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events,\ncontradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.\n\nAt breakfast next morning she took decisive action. There were two plans between which she had to choose. Mr. Beebe was walking up to the Torre del Gallo with the Emersons and some American ladies. Would Miss Bartlett and Miss Honeychurch join the party? Charlotte declined for herself; she had been there in the rain the previous afternoon. But she thought it an admirable idea for Lucy, who hated shopping, changing money, fetching letters, and other irksome duties—all of which Miss Bartlett must accomplish this morning and could easily accomplish alone.\n\n“No, Charlotte!” cried the girl, with real warmth. “It’s very kind of Mr. Beebe, but I am certainly coming with you. I had much rather.”\n\n“Very well, dear,” said Miss Bartlett, with a faint flush of pleasure that called forth a deep flush of shame on the cheeks of Lucy. How abominably she behaved to Charlotte, now as always! But now she should alter. All morning she would be really nice to her.\n\n" @@ -86,8 +87,8 @@ expression: chunks - "Something in her voice made Miss Bartlett repeat her question, intoning it more vigorously.\n\n“What would have happened if I hadn’t arrived?”\n\n“I can’t think,” said Lucy again.\n\n“When he insulted you, how would you have replied?”\n\n“I hadn’t time to think. You came.”\n\n“Yes, but won’t you tell me now what you would have done?”\n\n“I should have—” She checked herself, and broke the sentence off. She went up to the dripping window and strained her eyes into the darkness.\nShe could not think what she would have done.\n\n“Come away from the window, dear,” said Miss Bartlett. “You will be seen from the road.”\n\nLucy obeyed. She was in her cousin’s power. She could not modulate out the key of self-abasement in which she had started. Neither of them referred again to her suggestion that she should speak to George and settle the matter, whatever it was, with him.\n\nMiss Bartlett became plaintive.\n\n“Oh, for a real man! We are only two women, you and I. Mr. Beebe is hopeless. There is Mr. Eager, but you do not trust him. Oh, for your brother! He is young, but I know that his sister’s insult would rouse in him a very lion. Thank God, chivalry is not yet dead. There are still left some men who can reverence woman.”\n\nAs she spoke, she pulled off her rings, of which she wore several, and ranged them upon the pin cushion. Then she blew into her gloves and said:\n\n“It will be a push to catch the morning train, but we must try.”\n\n“What train?”\n\n“The train to Rome.” She looked at her gloves critically.\n\nThe girl received the announcement as easily as it had been given.\n\n“When does the train to Rome go?”\n\n“At eight.”\n\n“Signora Bertolini would be upset.”\n\n“We must face that,” said Miss Bartlett, not liking to say that she had given notice already.\n\n“She will make us pay for a whole week’s pension.”\n\n“I expect she will. However, we shall be much more comfortable at the Vyses’ hotel. Isn’t afternoon tea given there for nothing?”\n\n" - "“Yes, but they pay extra for wine.” After this remark she remained motionless and silent. To her tired eyes Charlotte throbbed and swelled like a ghostly figure in a dream.\n\nThey began to sort their clothes for packing, for there was no time to lose, if they were to catch the train to Rome. Lucy, when admonished,\nbegan to move to and fro between the rooms, more conscious of the discomforts of packing by candlelight than of a subtler ill. Charlotte,\nwho was practical without ability, knelt by the side of an empty trunk,\nvainly endeavouring to pave it with books of varying thickness and size. She gave two or three sighs, for the stooping posture hurt her back, and, for all her diplomacy, she felt that she was growing old.\nThe girl heard her as she entered the room, and was seized with one of those emotional impulses to which she could never attribute a cause.\nShe only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier,\nthe world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.\nThe impulse had come before to-day, but never so strongly. She knelt down by her cousin’s side and took her in her arms.\n\nMiss Bartlett returned the embrace with tenderness and warmth. But she was not a stupid woman, and she knew perfectly well that Lucy did not love her, but needed her to love. For it was in ominous tones that she said, after a long pause:\n\n“Dearest Lucy, how will you ever forgive me?”\n\nLucy was on her guard at once, knowing by bitter experience what forgiving Miss Bartlett meant. Her emotion relaxed, she modified her embrace a little, and she said:\n\n“Charlotte dear, what do you mean? As if I have anything to forgive!”\n\n“You have a great deal, and I have a very great deal to forgive myself,\ntoo. I know well how much I vex you at every turn.”\n\n“But no—”\n\nMiss Bartlett assumed her favourite role, that of the prematurely aged martyr.\n\n“Ah, but yes! I feel that our tour together is hardly the success I had hoped. I might have known it would not do. You want someone younger and stronger and more in sympathy with you. I am too uninteresting and old-fashioned—only fit to pack and unpack your things.”\n\n“Please—”\n\n" - "“My only consolation was that you found people more to your taste, and were often able to leave me at home. I had my own poor ideas of what a lady ought to do, but I hope I did not inflict them on you more than was necessary. You had your own way about these rooms, at all events.”\n\n“You mustn’t say these things,” said Lucy softly.\n\nShe still clung to the hope that she and Charlotte loved each other,\nheart and soul. They continued to pack in silence.\n\n“I have been a failure,” said Miss Bartlett, as she struggled with the straps of Lucy’s trunk instead of strapping her own. “Failed to make you happy; failed in my duty to your mother. She has been so generous to me; I shall never face her again after this disaster.”\n\n“But mother will understand. It is not your fault, this trouble, and it isn’t a disaster either.”\n\n“It is my fault, it is a disaster. She will never forgive me, and rightly. For instance, what right had I to make friends with Miss Lavish?”\n\n“Every right.”\n\n“When I was here for your sake? If I have vexed you it is equally true that I have neglected you. Your mother will see this as clearly as I do, when you tell her.”\n\nLucy, from a cowardly wish to improve the situation, said:\n\n“Why need mother hear of it?”\n\n“But you tell her everything?”\n\n“I suppose I do generally.”\n\n“I dare not break your confidence. There is something sacred in it.\nUnless you feel that it is a thing you could not tell her.”\n\nThe girl would not be degraded to this.\n\n“Naturally I should have told her. But in case she should blame you in any way, I promise I will not, I am very willing not to. I will never speak of it either to her or to any one.”\n\nHer promise brought the long-drawn interview to a sudden close. Miss Bartlett pecked her smartly on both cheeks, wished her good-night, and sent her to her own room.\n\n" -- "For a moment the original trouble was in the background. George would seem to have behaved like a cad throughout; perhaps that was the view which one would take eventually. At present she neither acquitted nor condemned him; she did not pass judgement. At the moment when she was about to judge him her cousin’s voice had intervened, and, ever since,\nit was Miss Bartlett who had dominated; Miss Bartlett who, even now,\ncould be heard sighing into a crack in the partition wall; Miss Bartlett, who had really been neither pliable nor humble nor inconsistent. She had worked like a great artist; for a time—indeed,\nfor years—she had been meaningless, but at the end there was presented to the girl the complete picture of a cheerless, loveless world in which the young rush to destruction until they learn better—a shamefaced world of precautions and barriers which may avert evil, but which do not seem to bring good, if we may judge from those who have used them most.\n\nLucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity,\nof her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.\n\nThe door-bell rang, and she started to the shutters. Before she reached them she hesitated, turned, and blew out the candle. Thus it was that,\nthough she saw someone standing in the wet below, he, though he looked up, did not see her.\n\nTo reach his room he had to go by hers. She was still dressed. It struck her that she might slip into the passage and just say that she would be gone before he was up, and that their extraordinary intercourse was over.\n\nWhether she would have dared to do this was never proved. At the critical moment Miss Bartlett opened her own door, and her voice said:\n\n“I wish one word with you in the drawing-room, Mr. Emerson, please.”\n\nSoon their footsteps returned, and Miss Bartlett said: “Good-night, Mr.\nEmerson.”\n\nHis heavy, tired breathing was the only reply; the chaperon had done her work.\n\nLucy cried aloud: “It isn’t true. It can’t all be true. I want not to be muddled. I want to grow older quickly.”\n\n" -- "Miss Bartlett tapped on the wall.\n\n“Go to bed at once, dear. You need all the rest you can get.”\n\nIn the morning they left for Rome.\n\n\n\n\nPART TWO\n\n\n\n\n" +- "For a moment the original trouble was in the background. George would seem to have behaved like a cad throughout; perhaps that was the view which one would take eventually. At present she neither acquitted nor condemned him; she did not pass judgement. At the moment when she was about to judge him her cousin’s voice had intervened, and, ever since,\nit was Miss Bartlett who had dominated; Miss Bartlett who, even now,\ncould be heard sighing into a crack in the partition wall; Miss Bartlett, who had really been neither pliable nor humble nor inconsistent. She had worked like a great artist; for a time—indeed,\nfor years—she had been meaningless, but at the end there was presented to the girl the complete picture of a cheerless, loveless world in which the young rush to destruction until they learn better—a shamefaced world of precautions and barriers which may avert evil, but which do not seem to bring good, if we may judge from those who have used them most.\n\nLucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity,\nof her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.\n\nThe door-bell rang, and she started to the shutters. Before she reached them she hesitated, turned, and blew out the candle. Thus it was that,\nthough she saw someone standing in the wet below, he, though he looked up, did not see her.\n\nTo reach his room he had to go by hers. She was still dressed. It struck her that she might slip into the passage and just say that she would be gone before he was up, and that their extraordinary intercourse was over.\n\nWhether she would have dared to do this was never proved. At the critical moment Miss Bartlett opened her own door, and her voice said:\n\n“I wish one word with you in the drawing-room, Mr. Emerson, please.”\n\nSoon their footsteps returned, and Miss Bartlett said: “Good-night, Mr.\nEmerson.”\n\nHis heavy, tired breathing was the only reply; the chaperon had done her work.\n\n" +- "Lucy cried aloud: “It isn’t true. It can’t all be true. I want not to be muddled. I want to grow older quickly.”\n\nMiss Bartlett tapped on the wall.\n\n“Go to bed at once, dear. You need all the rest you can get.”\n\nIn the morning they left for Rome.\n\n\n\n\nPART TWO\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter VIII Medieval\n\n\n" - "The drawing-room curtains at Windy Corner had been pulled to meet, for the carpet was new and deserved protection from the August sun. They were heavy curtains, reaching almost to the ground, and the light that filtered through them was subdued and varied. A poet—none was present—might have quoted, “Life like a dome of many coloured glass,”\nor might have compared the curtains to sluice-gates, lowered against the intolerable tides of heaven. Without was poured a sea of radiance;\nwithin, the glory, though visible, was tempered to the capacities of man.\n\nTwo pleasant people sat in the room. One—a boy of nineteen—was studying a small manual of anatomy, and peering occasionally at a bone which lay upon the piano. From time to time he bounced in his chair and puffed and groaned, for the day was hot and the print small, and the human frame fearfully made; and his mother, who was writing a letter, did continually read out to him what she had written. And continually did she rise from her seat and part the curtains so that a rivulet of light fell across the carpet, and make the remark that they were still there.\n\n“Where aren’t they?” said the boy, who was Freddy, Lucy’s brother. “I tell you I’m getting fairly sick.”\n\n“For goodness’ sake go out of my drawing-room, then?” cried Mrs.\nHoneychurch, who hoped to cure her children of slang by taking it literally.\n\nFreddy did not move or reply.\n\n“I think things are coming to a head,” she observed, rather wanting her son’s opinion on the situation if she could obtain it without undue supplication.\n\n“Time they did.”\n\n“I am glad that Cecil is asking her this once more.”\n\n“It’s his third go, isn’t it?”\n\n“Freddy I do call the way you talk unkind.”\n\n“I didn’t mean to be unkind.” Then he added: “But I do think Lucy might have got this off her chest in Italy. I don’t know how girls manage things, but she can’t have said ‘No’ properly before, or she wouldn’t have to say it again now. Over the whole thing—I can’t explain—I do feel so uncomfortable.”\n\n“Do you indeed, dear? How interesting!”\n\n“I feel—never mind.”\n\n" - "He returned to his work.\n\n“Just listen to what I have written to Mrs. Vyse. I said: ‘Dear Mrs.\nVyse.’”\n\n“Yes, mother, you told me. A jolly good letter.”\n\n“I said: ‘Dear Mrs. Vyse, Cecil has just asked my permission about it,\nand I should be delighted, if Lucy wishes it. But—’” She stopped reading, “I was rather amused at Cecil asking my permission at all. He has always gone in for unconventionality, and parents nowhere, and so forth. When it comes to the point, he can’t get on without me.”\n\n“Nor me.”\n\n“You?”\n\nFreddy nodded.\n\n“What do you mean?”\n\n“He asked me for my permission also.”\n\nShe exclaimed: “How very odd of him!”\n\n“Why so?” asked the son and heir. “Why shouldn’t my permission be asked?”\n\n“What do you know about Lucy or girls or anything? What ever did you say?”\n\n“I said to Cecil, ‘Take her or leave her; it’s no business of mine!’”\n\n“What a helpful answer!” But her own answer, though more normal in its wording, had been to the same effect.\n\n“The bother is this,” began Freddy.\n\nThen he took up his work again, too shy to say what the bother was.\nMrs. Honeychurch went back to the window.\n\n“Freddy, you must come. There they still are!”\n\n“I don’t see you ought to go peeping like that.”\n\n“Peeping like that! Can’t I look out of my own window?”\n\nBut she returned to the writing-table, observing, as she passed her son, “Still page 322?” Freddy snorted, and turned over two leaves. For a brief space they were silent. Close by, beyond the curtains, the gentle murmur of a long conversation had never ceased.\n\n" @@ -97,17 +98,17 @@ expression: chunks - "Cecil’s first movement was one of irritation. He couldn’t bear the Honeychurch habit of sitting in the dark to save the furniture.\nInstinctively he give the curtains a twitch, and sent them swinging down their poles. Light entered. There was revealed a terrace, such as is owned by many villas with trees each side of it, and on it a little rustic seat, and two flower-beds. But it was transfigured by the view beyond, for Windy Corner was built on the range that overlooks the Sussex Weald. Lucy, who was in the little seat, seemed on the edge of a green magic carpet which hovered in the air above the tremulous world.\n\nCecil entered.\n\nAppearing thus late in the story, Cecil must be at once described. He was medieval. Like a Gothic statue. Tall and refined, with shoulders that seemed braced square by an effort of the will, and a head that was tilted a little higher than the usual level of vision, he resembled those fastidious saints who guard the portals of a French cathedral.\nWell educated, well endowed, and not deficient physically, he remained in the grip of a certain devil whom the modern world knows as self-consciousness, and whom the medieval, with dimmer vision,\nworshipped as asceticism. A Gothic statue implies celibacy, just as a Greek statue implies fruition, and perhaps this was what Mr. Beebe meant. And Freddy, who ignored history and art, perhaps meant the same when he failed to imagine Cecil wearing another fellow’s cap.\n\nMrs. Honeychurch left her letter on the writing table and moved towards her young acquaintance.\n\n“Oh, Cecil!” she exclaimed—“oh, Cecil, do tell me!”\n\n“I promessi sposi,” said he.\n\nThey stared at him anxiously.\n\n“She has accepted me,” he said, and the sound of the thing in English made him flush and smile with pleasure, and look more human.\n\n“I am so glad,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, while Freddy proffered a hand that was yellow with chemicals. They wished that they also knew Italian, for our phrases of approval and of amazement are so connected with little occasions that we fear to use them on great ones. We are obliged to become vaguely poetic, or to take refuge in Scriptural reminiscences.\n\n" - "“Welcome as one of the family!” said Mrs. Honeychurch, waving her hand at the furniture. “This is indeed a joyous day! I feel sure that you will make our dear Lucy happy.”\n\n“I hope so,” replied the young man, shifting his eyes to the ceiling.\n\n“We mothers—” simpered Mrs. Honeychurch, and then realized that she was affected, sentimental, bombastic—all the things she hated most. Why could she not be Freddy, who stood stiff in the middle of the room;\nlooking very cross and almost handsome?\n\n“I say, Lucy!” called Cecil, for conversation seemed to flag.\n\nLucy rose from the seat. She moved across the lawn and smiled in at them, just as if she was going to ask them to play tennis. Then she saw her brother’s face. Her lips parted, and she took him in her arms. He said, “Steady on!”\n\n“Not a kiss for me?” asked her mother.\n\nLucy kissed her also.\n\n“Would you take them into the garden and tell Mrs. Honeychurch all about it?” Cecil suggested. “And I’d stop here and tell my mother.”\n\n“We go with Lucy?” said Freddy, as if taking orders.\n\n“Yes, you go with Lucy.”\n\nThey passed into the sunlight. Cecil watched them cross the terrace,\nand descend out of sight by the steps. They would descend—he knew their ways—past the shrubbery, and past the tennis-lawn and the dahlia-bed,\nuntil they reached the kitchen garden, and there, in the presence of the potatoes and the peas, the great event would be discussed.\n\nSmiling indulgently, he lit a cigarette, and rehearsed the events that had led to such a happy conclusion.\n\n" - "He had known Lucy for several years, but only as a commonplace girl who happened to be musical. He could still remember his depression that afternoon at Rome, when she and her terrible cousin fell on him out of the blue, and demanded to be taken to St. Peter’s. That day she had seemed a typical tourist—shrill, crude, and gaunt with travel. But Italy worked some marvel in her. It gave her light, and—which he held more precious—it gave her shadow. Soon he detected in her a wonderful reticence. She was like a woman of Leonardo da Vinci’s, whom we love not so much for herself as for the things that she will not tell us.\nThe things are assuredly not of this life; no woman of Leonardo’s could have anything so vulgar as a “story.” She did develop most wonderfully day by day.\n\nSo it happened that from patronizing civility he had slowly passed if not to passion, at least to a profound uneasiness. Already at Rome he had hinted to her that they might be suitable for each other. It had touched him greatly that she had not broken away at the suggestion. Her refusal had been clear and gentle; after it—as the horrid phrase went—she had been exactly the same to him as before. Three months later, on the margin of Italy, among the flower-clad Alps, he had asked her again in bald, traditional language. She reminded him of a Leonardo more than ever; her sunburnt features were shadowed by fantastic rock;\nat his words she had turned and stood between him and the light with immeasurable plains behind her. He walked home with her unashamed,\nfeeling not at all like a rejected suitor. The things that really mattered were unshaken.\n\nSo now he had asked her once more, and, clear and gentle as ever, she had accepted him, giving no coy reasons for her delay, but simply saying that she loved him and would do her best to make him happy. His mother, too, would be pleased; she had counselled the step; he must write her a long account.\n\n" -- "Glancing at his hand, in case any of Freddy’s chemicals had come off on it, he moved to the writing table. There he saw “Dear Mrs. Vyse,”\nfollowed by many erasures. He recoiled without reading any more, and after a little hesitation sat down elsewhere, and pencilled a note on his knee.\n\nThen he lit another cigarette, which did not seem quite as divine as the first, and considered what might be done to make Windy Corner drawing-room more distinctive. With that outlook it should have been a successful room, but the trail of Tottenham Court Road was upon it; he could almost visualize the motor-vans of Messrs. Shoolbred and Messrs.\nMaple arriving at the door and depositing this chair, those varnished book-cases, that writing-table. The table recalled Mrs. Honeychurch’s letter. He did not want to read that letter—his temptations never lay in that direction; but he worried about it none the less. It was his own fault that she was discussing him with his mother; he had wanted her support in his third attempt to win Lucy; he wanted to feel that others, no matter who they were, agreed with him, and so he had asked their permission. Mrs. Honeychurch had been civil, but obtuse in essentials, while as for Freddy—“He is only a boy,” he reflected. “I represent all that he despises. Why should he want me for a brother-in-law?”\n\nThe Honeychurches were a worthy family, but he began to realize that Lucy was of another clay; and perhaps—he did not put it very definitely—he ought to introduce her into more congenial circles as soon as possible.\n\n“Mr. Beebe!” said the maid, and the new rector of Summer Street was shown in; he had at once started on friendly relations, owing to Lucy’s praise of him in her letters from Florence.\n\nCecil greeted him rather critically.\n\n“I’ve come for tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that I shall get it?”\n\n“I should say so. Food is the thing one does get here—Don’t sit in that chair; young Honeychurch has left a bone in it.”\n\n“Pfui!”\n\n“I know,” said Cecil. “I know. I can’t think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it.”\n\n" -- "For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples’ furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he desired.\n\n“I’ve come for tea and for gossip. Isn’t this news?”\n\n“News? I don’t understand you,” said Cecil. “News?”\n\nMr. Beebe, whose news was of a very different nature, prattled forward.\n\n“I met Sir Harry Otway as I came up; I have every reason to hope that I am first in the field. He has bought Cissie and Albert from Mr. Flack!”\n\n“Has he indeed?” said Cecil, trying to recover himself. Into what a grotesque mistake had he fallen! Was it likely that a clergyman and a gentleman would refer to his engagement in a manner so flippant? But his stiffness remained, and, though he asked who Cissie and Albert might be, he still thought Mr. Beebe rather a bounder.\n\n“Unpardonable question! To have stopped a week at Windy Corner and not to have met Cissie and Albert, the semi-detached villas that have been run up opposite the church! I’ll set Mrs. Honeychurch after you.”\n\n“I’m shockingly stupid over local affairs,” said the young man languidly. “I can’t even remember the difference between a Parish Council and a Local Government Board. Perhaps there is no difference,\nor perhaps those aren’t the right names. I only go into the country to see my friends and to enjoy the scenery. It is very remiss of me. Italy and London are the only places where I don’t feel to exist on sufferance.”\n\nMr. Beebe, distressed at this heavy reception of Cissie and Albert,\ndetermined to shift the subject.\n\n“Let me see, Mr. Vyse—I forget—what is your profession?”\n\n“I have no profession,” said Cecil. “It is another example of my decadence. My attitude—quite an indefensible one—is that so long as I am no trouble to any one I have a right to do as I like. I know I ought to be getting money out of people, or devoting myself to things I don’t care a straw about, but somehow, I’ve not been able to begin.”\n\n" -- "“You are very fortunate,” said Mr. Beebe. “It is a wonderful opportunity, the possession of leisure.”\n\nHis voice was rather parochial, but he did not quite see his way to answering naturally. He felt, as all who have regular occupation must feel, that others should have it also.\n\n“I am glad that you approve. I daren’t face the healthy person—for example, Freddy Honeychurch.”\n\n“Oh, Freddy’s a good sort, isn’t he?”\n\n“Admirable. The sort who has made England what she is.”\n\nCecil wondered at himself. Why, on this day of all others, was he so hopelessly contrary? He tried to get right by inquiring effusively after Mr. Beebe’s mother, an old lady for whom he had no particular regard. Then he flattered the clergyman, praised his liberal-mindedness, his enlightened attitude towards philosophy and science.\n\n“Where are the others?” said Mr. Beebe at last, “I insist on extracting tea before evening service.”\n\n“I suppose Anne never told them you were here. In this house one is so coached in the servants the day one arrives. The fault of Anne is that she begs your pardon when she hears you perfectly, and kicks the chair-legs with her feet. The faults of Mary—I forget the faults of Mary, but they are very grave. Shall we look in the garden?”\n\n“I know the faults of Mary. She leaves the dust-pans standing on the stairs.”\n\n“The fault of Euphemia is that she will not, simply will not, chop the suet sufficiently small.”\n\nThey both laughed, and things began to go better.\n\n“The faults of Freddy—” Cecil continued.\n\n“Ah, he has too many. No one but his mother can remember the faults of Freddy. Try the faults of Miss Honeychurch; they are not innumerable.”\n\n“She has none,” said the young man, with grave sincerity.\n\n“I quite agree. At present she has none.”\n\n“At present?”\n\n" -- "“I’m not cynical. I’m only thinking of my pet theory about Miss Honeychurch. Does it seem reasonable that she should play so wonderfully, and live so quietly? I suspect that one day she will be wonderful in both. The water-tight compartments in her will break down,\nand music and life will mingle. Then we shall have her heroically good,\nheroically bad—too heroic, perhaps, to be good or bad.”\n\nCecil found his companion interesting.\n\n“And at present you think her not wonderful as far as life goes?”\n\n“Well, I must say I’ve only seen her at Tunbridge Wells, where she was not wonderful, and at Florence. Since I came to Summer Street she has been away. You saw her, didn’t you, at Rome and in the Alps. Oh, I forgot; of course, you knew her before. No, she wasn’t wonderful in Florence either, but I kept on expecting that she would be.”\n\n“In what way?”\n\nConversation had become agreeable to them, and they were pacing up and down the terrace.\n\n“I could as easily tell you what tune she’ll play next. There was simply the sense that she had found wings, and meant to use them. I can show you a beautiful picture in my Italian diary: Miss Honeychurch as a kite, Miss Bartlett holding the string. Picture number two: the string breaks.”\n\nThe sketch was in his diary, but it had been made afterwards, when he viewed things artistically. At the time he had given surreptitious tugs to the string himself.\n\n“But the string never broke?”\n\n“No. I mightn’t have seen Miss Honeychurch rise, but I should certainly have heard Miss Bartlett fall.”\n\n“It has broken now,” said the young man in low, vibrating tones.\n\nImmediately he realized that of all the conceited, ludicrous,\ncontemptible ways of announcing an engagement this was the worst. He cursed his love of metaphor; had he suggested that he was a star and that Lucy was soaring up to reach him?\n\n“Broken? What do you mean?”\n\n“I meant,” said Cecil stiffly, “that she is going to marry me.”\n\nThe clergyman was conscious of some bitter disappointment which he could not keep out of his voice.\n\n" -- "“I am sorry; I must apologize. I had no idea you were intimate with her, or I should never have talked in this flippant, superficial way.\nMr. Vyse, you ought to have stopped me.” And down the garden he saw Lucy herself; yes, he was disappointed.\n\nCecil, who naturally preferred congratulations to apologies, drew down his mouth at the corners. Was this the reception his action would get from the world? Of course, he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement. But he was sensitive to the successive particles of it which he encountered.\n\nOccasionally he could be quite crude.\n\n“I am sorry I have given you a shock,” he said dryly. “I fear that Lucy’s choice does not meet with your approval.”\n\n“Not that. But you ought to have stopped me. I know Miss Honeychurch only a little as time goes. Perhaps I oughtn’t to have discussed her so freely with any one; certainly not with you.”\n\n“You are conscious of having said something indiscreet?”\n\nMr. Beebe pulled himself together. Really, Mr. Vyse had the art of placing one in the most tiresome positions. He was driven to use the prerogatives of his profession.\n\n“No, I have said nothing indiscreet. I foresaw at Florence that her quiet, uneventful childhood must end, and it has ended. I realized dimly enough that she might take some momentous step. She has taken it.\nShe has learnt—you will let me talk freely, as I have begun freely—she has learnt what it is to love: the greatest lesson, some people will tell you, that our earthly life provides.” It was now time for him to wave his hat at the approaching trio. He did not omit to do so. “She has learnt through you,” and if his voice was still clerical, it was now also sincere; “let it be your care that her knowledge is profitable to her.”\n\n“Grazie tante!” said Cecil, who did not like parsons.\n\n“Have you heard?” shouted Mrs. Honeychurch as she toiled up the sloping garden. “Oh, Mr. Beebe, have you heard the news?”\n\n" +- "Glancing at his hand, in case any of Freddy’s chemicals had come off on it, he moved to the writing table. There he saw “Dear Mrs. Vyse,”\nfollowed by many erasures. He recoiled without reading any more, and after a little hesitation sat down elsewhere, and pencilled a note on his knee.\n\nThen he lit another cigarette, which did not seem quite as divine as the first, and considered what might be done to make Windy Corner drawing-room more distinctive. With that outlook it should have been a successful room, but the trail of Tottenham Court Road was upon it; he could almost visualize the motor-vans of Messrs. Shoolbred and Messrs.\nMaple arriving at the door and depositing this chair, those varnished book-cases, that writing-table. The table recalled Mrs. Honeychurch’s letter. He did not want to read that letter—his temptations never lay in that direction; but he worried about it none the less. It was his own fault that she was discussing him with his mother; he had wanted her support in his third attempt to win Lucy; he wanted to feel that others, no matter who they were, agreed with him, and so he had asked their permission. Mrs. Honeychurch had been civil, but obtuse in essentials, while as for Freddy—“He is only a boy,” he reflected. “I represent all that he despises. Why should he want me for a brother-in-law?”\n\nThe Honeychurches were a worthy family, but he began to realize that Lucy was of another clay; and perhaps—he did not put it very definitely—he ought to introduce her into more congenial circles as soon as possible.\n\n“Mr. Beebe!” said the maid, and the new rector of Summer Street was shown in; he had at once started on friendly relations, owing to Lucy’s praise of him in her letters from Florence.\n\nCecil greeted him rather critically.\n\n“I’ve come for tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that I shall get it?”\n\n“I should say so. Food is the thing one does get here—Don’t sit in that chair; young Honeychurch has left a bone in it.”\n\n“Pfui!”\n\n" +- "“I know,” said Cecil. “I know. I can’t think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it.”\n\nFor Cecil considered the bone and the Maples’ furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he desired.\n\n“I’ve come for tea and for gossip. Isn’t this news?”\n\n“News? I don’t understand you,” said Cecil. “News?”\n\nMr. Beebe, whose news was of a very different nature, prattled forward.\n\n“I met Sir Harry Otway as I came up; I have every reason to hope that I am first in the field. He has bought Cissie and Albert from Mr. Flack!”\n\n“Has he indeed?” said Cecil, trying to recover himself. Into what a grotesque mistake had he fallen! Was it likely that a clergyman and a gentleman would refer to his engagement in a manner so flippant? But his stiffness remained, and, though he asked who Cissie and Albert might be, he still thought Mr. Beebe rather a bounder.\n\n“Unpardonable question! To have stopped a week at Windy Corner and not to have met Cissie and Albert, the semi-detached villas that have been run up opposite the church! I’ll set Mrs. Honeychurch after you.”\n\n“I’m shockingly stupid over local affairs,” said the young man languidly. “I can’t even remember the difference between a Parish Council and a Local Government Board. Perhaps there is no difference,\nor perhaps those aren’t the right names. I only go into the country to see my friends and to enjoy the scenery. It is very remiss of me. Italy and London are the only places where I don’t feel to exist on sufferance.”\n\nMr. Beebe, distressed at this heavy reception of Cissie and Albert,\ndetermined to shift the subject.\n\n“Let me see, Mr. Vyse—I forget—what is your profession?”\n\n" +- "“I have no profession,” said Cecil. “It is another example of my decadence. My attitude—quite an indefensible one—is that so long as I am no trouble to any one I have a right to do as I like. I know I ought to be getting money out of people, or devoting myself to things I don’t care a straw about, but somehow, I’ve not been able to begin.”\n\n“You are very fortunate,” said Mr. Beebe. “It is a wonderful opportunity, the possession of leisure.”\n\nHis voice was rather parochial, but he did not quite see his way to answering naturally. He felt, as all who have regular occupation must feel, that others should have it also.\n\n“I am glad that you approve. I daren’t face the healthy person—for example, Freddy Honeychurch.”\n\n“Oh, Freddy’s a good sort, isn’t he?”\n\n“Admirable. The sort who has made England what she is.”\n\nCecil wondered at himself. Why, on this day of all others, was he so hopelessly contrary? He tried to get right by inquiring effusively after Mr. Beebe’s mother, an old lady for whom he had no particular regard. Then he flattered the clergyman, praised his liberal-mindedness, his enlightened attitude towards philosophy and science.\n\n“Where are the others?” said Mr. Beebe at last, “I insist on extracting tea before evening service.”\n\n“I suppose Anne never told them you were here. In this house one is so coached in the servants the day one arrives. The fault of Anne is that she begs your pardon when she hears you perfectly, and kicks the chair-legs with her feet. The faults of Mary—I forget the faults of Mary, but they are very grave. Shall we look in the garden?”\n\n“I know the faults of Mary. She leaves the dust-pans standing on the stairs.”\n\n“The fault of Euphemia is that she will not, simply will not, chop the suet sufficiently small.”\n\nThey both laughed, and things began to go better.\n\n“The faults of Freddy—” Cecil continued.\n\n“Ah, he has too many. No one but his mother can remember the faults of Freddy. Try the faults of Miss Honeychurch; they are not innumerable.”\n\n" +- "“She has none,” said the young man, with grave sincerity.\n\n“I quite agree. At present she has none.”\n\n“At present?”\n\n“I’m not cynical. I’m only thinking of my pet theory about Miss Honeychurch. Does it seem reasonable that she should play so wonderfully, and live so quietly? I suspect that one day she will be wonderful in both. The water-tight compartments in her will break down,\nand music and life will mingle. Then we shall have her heroically good,\nheroically bad—too heroic, perhaps, to be good or bad.”\n\nCecil found his companion interesting.\n\n“And at present you think her not wonderful as far as life goes?”\n\n“Well, I must say I’ve only seen her at Tunbridge Wells, where she was not wonderful, and at Florence. Since I came to Summer Street she has been away. You saw her, didn’t you, at Rome and in the Alps. Oh, I forgot; of course, you knew her before. No, she wasn’t wonderful in Florence either, but I kept on expecting that she would be.”\n\n“In what way?”\n\nConversation had become agreeable to them, and they were pacing up and down the terrace.\n\n“I could as easily tell you what tune she’ll play next. There was simply the sense that she had found wings, and meant to use them. I can show you a beautiful picture in my Italian diary: Miss Honeychurch as a kite, Miss Bartlett holding the string. Picture number two: the string breaks.”\n\nThe sketch was in his diary, but it had been made afterwards, when he viewed things artistically. At the time he had given surreptitious tugs to the string himself.\n\n“But the string never broke?”\n\n“No. I mightn’t have seen Miss Honeychurch rise, but I should certainly have heard Miss Bartlett fall.”\n\n“It has broken now,” said the young man in low, vibrating tones.\n\nImmediately he realized that of all the conceited, ludicrous,\ncontemptible ways of announcing an engagement this was the worst. He cursed his love of metaphor; had he suggested that he was a star and that Lucy was soaring up to reach him?\n\n“Broken? What do you mean?”\n\n“I meant,” said Cecil stiffly, “that she is going to marry me.”\n\n" +- "The clergyman was conscious of some bitter disappointment which he could not keep out of his voice.\n\n“I am sorry; I must apologize. I had no idea you were intimate with her, or I should never have talked in this flippant, superficial way.\nMr. Vyse, you ought to have stopped me.” And down the garden he saw Lucy herself; yes, he was disappointed.\n\nCecil, who naturally preferred congratulations to apologies, drew down his mouth at the corners. Was this the reception his action would get from the world? Of course, he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement. But he was sensitive to the successive particles of it which he encountered.\n\nOccasionally he could be quite crude.\n\n“I am sorry I have given you a shock,” he said dryly. “I fear that Lucy’s choice does not meet with your approval.”\n\n“Not that. But you ought to have stopped me. I know Miss Honeychurch only a little as time goes. Perhaps I oughtn’t to have discussed her so freely with any one; certainly not with you.”\n\n“You are conscious of having said something indiscreet?”\n\nMr. Beebe pulled himself together. Really, Mr. Vyse had the art of placing one in the most tiresome positions. He was driven to use the prerogatives of his profession.\n\n“No, I have said nothing indiscreet. I foresaw at Florence that her quiet, uneventful childhood must end, and it has ended. I realized dimly enough that she might take some momentous step. She has taken it.\nShe has learnt—you will let me talk freely, as I have begun freely—she has learnt what it is to love: the greatest lesson, some people will tell you, that our earthly life provides.” It was now time for him to wave his hat at the approaching trio. He did not omit to do so. “She has learnt through you,” and if his voice was still clerical, it was now also sincere; “let it be your care that her knowledge is profitable to her.”\n\n“Grazie tante!” said Cecil, who did not like parsons.\n\n“Have you heard?” shouted Mrs. Honeychurch as she toiled up the sloping garden. “Oh, Mr. Beebe, have you heard the news?”\n\n" - "Freddy, now full of geniality, whistled the wedding march. Youth seldom criticizes the accomplished fact.\n\n“Indeed I have!” he cried. He looked at Lucy. In her presence he could not act the parson any longer—at all events not without apology. “Mrs.\nHoneychurch, I’m going to do what I am always supposed to do, but generally I’m too shy. I want to invoke every kind of blessing on them,\ngrave and gay, great and small. I want them all their lives to be supremely good and supremely happy as husband and wife, as father and mother. And now I want my tea.”\n\n“You only asked for it just in time,” the lady retorted. “How dare you be serious at Windy Corner?”\n\nHe took his tone from her. There was no more heavy beneficence, no more attempts to dignify the situation with poetry or the Scriptures. None of them dared or was able to be serious any more.\n\nAn engagement is so potent a thing that sooner or later it reduces all who speak of it to this state of cheerful awe. Away from it, in the solitude of their rooms, Mr. Beebe, and even Freddy, might again be critical. But in its presence and in the presence of each other they were sincerely hilarious. It has a strange power, for it compels not only the lips, but the very heart. The chief parallel to compare one great thing with another—is the power over us of a temple of some alien creed. Standing outside, we deride or oppose it, or at the most feel sentimental. Inside, though the saints and gods are not ours, we become true believers, in case any true believer should be present.\n\n" - "So it was that after the gropings and the misgivings of the afternoon they pulled themselves together and settled down to a very pleasant tea-party. If they were hypocrites they did not know it, and their hypocrisy had every chance of setting and of becoming true. Anne,\nputting down each plate as if it were a wedding present, stimulated them greatly. They could not lag behind that smile of hers which she gave them ere she kicked the drawing-room door. Mr. Beebe chirruped.\nFreddy was at his wittiest, referring to Cecil as the “Fiasco”—family honoured pun on fiance. Mrs. Honeychurch, amusing and portly, promised well as a mother-in-law. As for Lucy and Cecil, for whom the temple had been built, they also joined in the merry ritual, but waited, as earnest worshippers should, for the disclosure of some holier shrine of joy.\n\n\n\n\n" - "Chapter IX Lucy As a Work of Art\n\n\n" - "A few days after the engagement was announced Mrs. Honeychurch made Lucy and her Fiasco come to a little garden-party in the neighbourhood,\nfor naturally she wanted to show people that her daughter was marrying a presentable man.\n\nCecil was more than presentable; he looked distinguished, and it was very pleasant to see his slim figure keeping step with Lucy, and his long, fair face responding when Lucy spoke to him. People congratulated Mrs. Honeychurch, which is, I believe, a social blunder, but it pleased her, and she introduced Cecil rather indiscriminately to some stuffy dowagers.\n\nAt tea a misfortune took place: a cup of coffee was upset over Lucy’s figured silk, and though Lucy feigned indifference, her mother feigned nothing of the sort but dragged her indoors to have the frock treated by a sympathetic maid. They were gone some time, and Cecil was left with the dowagers. When they returned he was not as pleasant as he had been.\n\n“Do you go to much of this sort of thing?” he asked when they were driving home.\n\n“Oh, now and then,” said Lucy, who had rather enjoyed herself.\n\n“Is it typical of country society?”\n\n“I suppose so. Mother, would it be?”\n\n“Plenty of society,” said Mrs. Honeychurch, who was trying to remember the hang of one of the dresses.\n\nSeeing that her thoughts were elsewhere, Cecil bent towards Lucy and said:\n\n“To me it seemed perfectly appalling, disastrous, portentous.”\n\n“I am so sorry that you were stranded.”\n\n“Not that, but the congratulations. It is so disgusting, the way an engagement is regarded as public property—a kind of waste place where every outsider may shoot his vulgar sentiment. All those old women smirking!”\n\n“One has to go through it, I suppose. They won’t notice us so much next time.”\n\n“But my point is that their whole attitude is wrong. An engagement—horrid word in the first place—is a private matter, and should be treated as such.”\n\n" -- "Yet the smirking old women, however wrong individually, were racially correct. The spirit of the generations had smiled through them,\nrejoicing in the engagement of Cecil and Lucy because it promised the continuance of life on earth. To Cecil and Lucy it promised something quite different—personal love. Hence Cecil’s irritation and Lucy’s belief that his irritation was just.\n\n“How tiresome!” she said. “Couldn’t you have escaped to tennis?”\n\n“I don’t play tennis—at least, not in public. The neighbourhood is deprived of the romance of me being athletic. Such romance as I have is that of the Inglese Italianato.”\n\n“Inglese Italianato?”\n\n“E un diavolo incarnato! You know the proverb?”\n\nShe did not. Nor did it seem applicable to a young man who had spent a quiet winter in Rome with his mother. But Cecil, since his engagement,\nhad taken to affect a cosmopolitan naughtiness which he was far from possessing.\n\n“Well,” said he, “I cannot help it if they do disapprove of me. There are certain irremovable barriers between myself and them, and I must accept them.”\n\n“We all have our limitations, I suppose,” said wise Lucy.\n\n“Sometimes they are forced on us, though,” said Cecil, who saw from her remark that she did not quite understand his position.\n\n“How?”\n\n“It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in,\nor whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?”\n\nShe thought a moment, and agreed that it did make a difference.\n\n“Difference?” cried Mrs. Honeychurch, suddenly alert. “I don’t see any difference. Fences are fences, especially when they are in the same place.”\n\n“We were speaking of motives,” said Cecil, on whom the interruption jarred.\n\n“My dear Cecil, look here.” She spread out her knees and perched her card-case on her lap. “This is me. That’s Windy Corner. The rest of the pattern is the other people. Motives are all very well, but the fence comes here.”\n\n“We weren’t talking of real fences,” said Lucy, laughing.\n\n“Oh, I see, dear—poetry.”\n\nShe leant placidly back. Cecil wondered why Lucy had been amused.\n\n" -- "“I tell you who has no ‘fences,’ as you call them,” she said, “and that’s Mr. Beebe.”\n\n“A parson fenceless would mean a parson defenceless.”\n\nLucy was slow to follow what people said, but quick enough to detect what they meant. She missed Cecil’s epigram, but grasped the feeling that prompted it.\n\n“Don’t you like Mr. Beebe?” she asked thoughtfully.\n\n“I never said so!” he cried. “I consider him far above the average. I only denied—” And he swept off on the subject of fences again, and was brilliant.\n\n“Now, a clergyman that I do hate,” said she wanting to say something sympathetic, “a clergyman that does have fences, and the most dreadful ones, is Mr. Eager, the English chaplain at Florence. He was truly insincere—not merely the manner unfortunate. He was a snob, and so conceited, and he did say such unkind things.”\n\n“What sort of things?”\n\n“There was an old man at the Bertolini whom he said had murdered his wife.”\n\n“Perhaps he had.”\n\n“No!”\n\n“Why ‘no’?”\n\n“He was such a nice old man, I’m sure.”\n\nCecil laughed at her feminine inconsequence.\n\n“Well, I did try to sift the thing. Mr. Eager would never come to the point. He prefers it vague—said the old man had ‘practically’ murdered his wife—had murdered her in the sight of God.”\n\n“Hush, dear!” said Mrs. Honeychurch absently.\n\n“But isn’t it intolerable that a person whom we’re told to imitate should go round spreading slander? It was, I believe, chiefly owing to him that the old man was dropped. People pretended he was vulgar, but he certainly wasn’t that.”\n\n“Poor old man! What was his name?”\n\n“Harris,” said Lucy glibly.\n\n“Let’s hope that Mrs. Harris there warn’t no sich person,” said her mother.\n\nCecil nodded intelligently.\n\n“Isn’t Mr. Eager a parson of the cultured type?” he asked.\n\n" +- "Yet the smirking old women, however wrong individually, were racially correct. The spirit of the generations had smiled through them,\nrejoicing in the engagement of Cecil and Lucy because it promised the continuance of life on earth. To Cecil and Lucy it promised something quite different—personal love. Hence Cecil’s irritation and Lucy’s belief that his irritation was just.\n\n“How tiresome!” she said. “Couldn’t you have escaped to tennis?”\n\n“I don’t play tennis—at least, not in public. The neighbourhood is deprived of the romance of me being athletic. Such romance as I have is that of the Inglese Italianato.”\n\n“Inglese Italianato?”\n\n“E un diavolo incarnato! You know the proverb?”\n\nShe did not. Nor did it seem applicable to a young man who had spent a quiet winter in Rome with his mother. But Cecil, since his engagement,\nhad taken to affect a cosmopolitan naughtiness which he was far from possessing.\n\n“Well,” said he, “I cannot help it if they do disapprove of me. There are certain irremovable barriers between myself and them, and I must accept them.”\n\n“We all have our limitations, I suppose,” said wise Lucy.\n\n“Sometimes they are forced on us, though,” said Cecil, who saw from her remark that she did not quite understand his position.\n\n“How?”\n\n“It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in,\nor whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?”\n\nShe thought a moment, and agreed that it did make a difference.\n\n“Difference?” cried Mrs. Honeychurch, suddenly alert. “I don’t see any difference. Fences are fences, especially when they are in the same place.”\n\n“We were speaking of motives,” said Cecil, on whom the interruption jarred.\n\n“My dear Cecil, look here.” She spread out her knees and perched her card-case on her lap. “This is me. That’s Windy Corner. The rest of the pattern is the other people. Motives are all very well, but the fence comes here.”\n\n“We weren’t talking of real fences,” said Lucy, laughing.\n\n“Oh, I see, dear—poetry.”\n\n" +- "She leant placidly back. Cecil wondered why Lucy had been amused.\n\n“I tell you who has no ‘fences,’ as you call them,” she said, “and that’s Mr. Beebe.”\n\n“A parson fenceless would mean a parson defenceless.”\n\nLucy was slow to follow what people said, but quick enough to detect what they meant. She missed Cecil’s epigram, but grasped the feeling that prompted it.\n\n“Don’t you like Mr. Beebe?” she asked thoughtfully.\n\n“I never said so!” he cried. “I consider him far above the average. I only denied—” And he swept off on the subject of fences again, and was brilliant.\n\n“Now, a clergyman that I do hate,” said she wanting to say something sympathetic, “a clergyman that does have fences, and the most dreadful ones, is Mr. Eager, the English chaplain at Florence. He was truly insincere—not merely the manner unfortunate. He was a snob, and so conceited, and he did say such unkind things.”\n\n“What sort of things?”\n\n“There was an old man at the Bertolini whom he said had murdered his wife.”\n\n“Perhaps he had.”\n\n“No!”\n\n“Why ‘no’?”\n\n“He was such a nice old man, I’m sure.”\n\nCecil laughed at her feminine inconsequence.\n\n“Well, I did try to sift the thing. Mr. Eager would never come to the point. He prefers it vague—said the old man had ‘practically’ murdered his wife—had murdered her in the sight of God.”\n\n“Hush, dear!” said Mrs. Honeychurch absently.\n\n“But isn’t it intolerable that a person whom we’re told to imitate should go round spreading slander? It was, I believe, chiefly owing to him that the old man was dropped. People pretended he was vulgar, but he certainly wasn’t that.”\n\n“Poor old man! What was his name?”\n\n“Harris,” said Lucy glibly.\n\n“Let’s hope that Mrs. Harris there warn’t no sich person,” said her mother.\n\nCecil nodded intelligently.\n\n“Isn’t Mr. Eager a parson of the cultured type?” he asked.\n\n" - "“I don’t know. I hate him. I’ve heard him lecture on Giotto. I hate him. Nothing can hide a petty nature. I _hate_ him.”\n\n“My goodness gracious me, child!” said Mrs. Honeychurch. “You’ll blow my head off! Whatever is there to shout over? I forbid you and Cecil to hate any more clergymen.”\n\nHe smiled. There was indeed something rather incongruous in Lucy’s moral outburst over Mr. Eager. It was as if one should see the Leonardo on the ceiling of the Sistine. He longed to hint to her that not here lay her vocation; that a woman’s power and charm reside in mystery, not in muscular rant. But possibly rant is a sign of vitality: it mars the beautiful creature, but shows that she is alive. After a moment, he contemplated her flushed face and excited gestures with a certain approval. He forebore to repress the sources of youth.\n\nNature—simplest of topics, he thought—lay around them. He praised the pine-woods, the deep lasts of bracken, the crimson leaves that spotted the hurt-bushes, the serviceable beauty of the turnpike road. The outdoor world was not very familiar to him, and occasionally he went wrong in a question of fact. Mrs. Honeychurch’s mouth twitched when he spoke of the perpetual green of the larch.\n\n“I count myself a lucky person,” he concluded, “When I’m in London I feel I could never live out of it. When I’m in the country I feel the same about the country. After all, I do believe that birds and trees and the sky are the most wonderful things in life, and that the people who live amongst them must be the best. It’s true that in nine cases out of ten they don’t seem to notice anything. The country gentleman and the country labourer are each in their way the most depressing of companions. Yet they may have a tacit sympathy with the workings of Nature which is denied to us of the town. Do you feel that, Mrs.\nHoneychurch?”\n\nMrs. Honeychurch started and smiled. She had not been attending. Cecil,\nwho was rather crushed on the front seat of the victoria, felt irritable, and determined not to say anything interesting again.\n\n" - "Lucy had not attended either. Her brow was wrinkled, and she still looked furiously cross—the result, he concluded, of too much moral gymnastics. It was sad to see her thus blind to the beauties of an August wood.\n\n“‘Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height,’” he quoted, and touched her knee with his own.\n\nShe flushed again and said: “What height?”\n\n“‘Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height,\nWhat pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang).\nIn height and in the splendour of the hills?’\n\n\n" - "Let us take Mrs. Honeychurch’s advice and hate clergymen no more.\nWhat’s this place?”\n\n“Summer Street, of course,” said Lucy, and roused herself.\n\nThe woods had opened to leave space for a sloping triangular meadow.\nPretty cottages lined it on two sides, and the upper and third side was occupied by a new stone church, expensively simple, a charming shingled spire. Mr. Beebe’s house was near the church. In height it scarcely exceeded the cottages. Some great mansions were at hand, but they were hidden in the trees. The scene suggested a Swiss Alp rather than the shrine and centre of a leisured world, and was marred only by two ugly little villas—the villas that had competed with Cecil’s engagement,\nhaving been acquired by Sir Harry Otway the very afternoon that Lucy had been acquired by Cecil.\n\n“Cissie” was the name of one of these villas, “Albert” of the other.\nThese titles were not only picked out in shaded Gothic on the garden gates, but appeared a second time on the porches, where they followed the semicircular curve of the entrance arch in block capitals. “Albert”\nwas inhabited. His tortured garden was bright with geraniums and lobelias and polished shells. His little windows were chastely swathed in Nottingham lace. “Cissie” was to let. Three notice-boards, belonging to Dorking agents, lolled on her fence and announced the not surprising fact. Her paths were already weedy; her pocket-handkerchief of a lawn was yellow with dandelions.\n\n“The place is ruined!” said the ladies mechanically. “Summer Street will never be the same again.”\n\nAs the carriage passed, “Cissie’s” door opened, and a gentleman came out of her.\n\n“Stop!” cried Mrs. Honeychurch, touching the coachman with her parasol.\n“Here’s Sir Harry. Now we shall know. Sir Harry, pull those things down at once!”\n\nSir Harry Otway—who need not be described—came to the carriage and said “Mrs. Honeychurch, I meant to. I can’t, I really can’t turn out Miss Flack.”\n\n"