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
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 every one 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. "I shall hate those Miss Alans!" Mrs. Honeychurch cried. "Just because they're old and silly one's expected to say 'How sweet!' I hate their 'if'-ing and 'but'-ing and 'and'-ing. 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
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"But they really are coming now," said Mr.<br />
Beebe. "I wrote to Miss Teresa a few days<br />
ago--she was wondering how often the butcher<br />
called, and my reply of once a month must<br />
have impressed her favourably. They are<br />
coming. I heard from them this morning.<br />
"I shall hate those Miss Alans!" Mrs.<br />
Honeychurch cried. "Just because they're old<br />
and silly one's expected to say 'How sweet!' I<br />
hate their 'if'-ing and 'but'-ing and 'and'-ing.<br />
And poor Lucy --serve her right--worn to a<br />
shadow."<br />
Mr. Beebe watched the shadow springing and<br />
shouting over the tennis-court. Cecil was<br />
absent--one did not play bumble-puppy when<br />
he was there.<br />
"Well, if they are coming-- No, Minnie, not<br />
Saturn." Saturn was a tennis-ball whose skin<br />
was partially unsewn. When in motion his orb<br />
was encircled by a ring. "If they are coming,<br />
Sir Harry will let them move in before the
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