A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
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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. "Willingly would I purchase--" began Miss Bartlett. "Ignore him," said Mr. Eager sharply, and they all walked rapidly away from the square. But an Italian can never be ignored, least of all when he has a grievance. His mysterious persecution of Mr. Eager became relentless; the air rang with his threats and lamentations. He appealed to Lucy; would not she intercede? He was poor--he sheltered a family--the tax on bread. 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. 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
- Page 67 and 68: Lavish looking for her cigarette-ca
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- Page 75 and 76: one woman. "I could hear your beaut
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- Page 81 and 82: unluckily, Mr. Emerson overheard th
- Page 83 and 84: nice, Miss Alan, after that busines
- Page 85 and 86: Mr. Beebe rather felt that they had
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- Page 89 and 90: medieval lady. The dragons have gon
- Page 91 and 92: extended uncritical approval to eve
- Page 93 and 94: chest. He frowned; he bent towards
- Page 95 and 96: fountain--they had never ceased--ra
- Page 97 and 98: tower had lost the reflection of th
- Page 99 and 100: making conversation I was wondering
- Page 101 and 102: silly people are gossiping--ladies
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- Page 105 and 106: encountered it. This solitude oppre
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- Page 109 and 110: She marched cheerfully to the fount
- Page 111 and 112: that a tragedy such as yesterday's
- Page 113 and 114: most beautiful--far better than the
- Page 115 and 116: of purity. Andate via! andate prest
- Page 117: the subject strangely pure. "He die
- Page 121 and 122: "He is not; he made an advantageous
- Page 123 and 124: "You have said very little." "It wa
- Page 125 and 126: Miss Bartlett thanked him for his k
- Page 127 and 128: another--were these the daily incid
- Page 129 and 130: from her brother, full of athletics
- Page 131 and 132: solitude of Nature, might a hero me
- Page 133 and 134: great favour, the goddess was allow
- Page 135 and 136: To behave wildly at the sight of de
- Page 137 and 138: "I quite agree," said Miss Lavish,
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- Page 143 and 144: Lucy? "Signorina!" echoed Persephon
- Page 145 and 146: account of his diminutive stature?"
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- Page 151 and 152: "Lucy; without a moment's doubt, Lu
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Under the chaplain's guidance they selected<br />
many hideous presents and mementoes--<br />
florid little picture-frames that seemed<br />
fashioned in gilded pastry; other little frames,<br />
more severe, that stood on little easels, and<br />
were carven out of oak; a blotting book of<br />
vellum; a Dante of the same material; cheap<br />
mosaic brooches, which the maids, next<br />
Christmas, would never tell from real; pins,<br />
pots, heraldic saucers, brown<br />
art-photographs; Eros and Psyche in alabaster;<br />
St. Peter to match--all of which would have cost<br />
less in London.<br />
This successful morning left no pleasant<br />
impressions on Lucy. She had been a little<br />
frightened, both by Miss Lavish and by Mr.<br />
Eager, she knew not why. And as they<br />
frightened her, she had, strangely enough,<br />
ceased to respect them. She doubted that Miss<br />
Lavish was a great artist. She doubted that Mr.<br />
Eager was as full of spirituality and culture as<br />
she had been led to suppose. They were tried<br />
by some new test, and they were found
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