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
"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, too?" "Cross it out, too," said Freddy. Mrs. 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--'" "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. 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
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- Page 221 and 222: his irritation was just. "How tires
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"Don't interrupt so foolishly. Where was I? Oh<br />
yes--'Young people must decide for<br />
themselves. I know that Lucy likes your son,<br />
because she tells me everything, and she<br />
wrote to me from Rome when he asked her<br />
first.' No, I'll cross that last bit out--it looks<br />
patronizing. I'll stop at 'because she tells me<br />
everything.' Or shall I cross that out, too?"<br />
"Cross it out, too," said Freddy.<br />
Mrs. Honeychurch left it in.<br />
"Then the whole thing runs: 'Dear Mrs.<br />
Vyse.--Cecil has just asked my permission<br />
about it, and I should be delighted if Lucy<br />
wishes it, and I have told Lucy so. But Lucy<br />
seems very uncertain, and in these days young<br />
people must decide for themselves. I know<br />
that Lucy likes your son, because she tells me<br />
everything. But I do not know--'"<br />
"Look out!" cried Freddy.