A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
"I hope you gave a careful answer, dear." "I answered 'No'" said the boy, grinding his teeth. "There! Fly into a stew! I can't help it--had to say it. I had to say no. He ought never to have asked me." "Ridiculous child!" cried his mother. "You think you're so holy and truthful, but really it's only abominable conceit. 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. Oh, 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." "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." "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."
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not keep quiet. You know all that has passed<br />
between them in Rome; you know why he is<br />
down here, and yet you deliberately insult<br />
him, and try to turn him out of my house."<br />
"Not a bit!" he pleaded. "I only let out I didn't<br />
like him. I don't hate him, but I don't like him.<br />
What I mind is that he'll tell Lucy."<br />
He glanced at the curtains dismally.<br />
"Well, I like him," said Mrs. Honeychurch. "I<br />
know his mother; he's good, he's clever, he's<br />
rich, he's well connected--Oh, you needn't kick<br />
the piano! He's well connected--I'll say it again<br />
if you like: he's well connected." She paused,<br />
as if rehearsing her eulogy, but her face<br />
remained dissatisfied. She added: "And he has<br />
beautiful manners."<br />
"I liked him till just now. I suppose it's having<br />
him spoiling Lucy's first week at home; and it's<br />
also something that Mr. Beebe said, not<br />
knowing."
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