A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
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eady," 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, 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: "I think one might venture now. No, Lucy, do not stir. I will superintend the move."
"How you do do everything," said Lucy. "Naturally, dear. It is my affair." "But I would like to help you." "No, dear." Charlotte'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. "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; but I happen to know that it belongs to the young man, and I was sure your mother would not like it."
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- Page 3 and 4: Chapter I: The Bertolini The Signor
- Page 5 and 6: "No, no. You must have it." "I insi
- Page 7 and 8: and sympathized with the new-comers
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- Page 11 and 12: didn't know that I knew you at Tunb
- Page 13 and 14: all rose the voice of the clever la
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- Page 31 and 32: Chapter II: In Santa Croce with No
- Page 33 and 34: leaving the door unlocked, and on h
- Page 35 and 36: "Tut, tut! Miss Lucy! I hope we sha
- Page 37 and 38: "Buon giorno! Take the word of an o
- Page 39 and 40: Miss Lavish was not disgusted, and
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- Page 45 and 46: introduce dogs into the church--the
- Page 47 and 48: mysterious virtue, which mothers al
- Page 49 and 50: "Baedeker?" said Mr. Emerson. "I'm
- Page 51 and 52: The chapel was already filled with
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- 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
"How you do do everything," said Lucy.<br />
"Naturally, dear. It is my affair."<br />
"But I would like to help you."<br />
"No, dear."<br />
Charlotte's energy! And her unselfishness!<br />
She had been thus all her life, but really, on<br />
this Italian tour, she was surpassing herself. So<br />
Lucy felt, or strove to feel. And yet--there was<br />
a rebellious spirit in her which wondered<br />
whether the acceptance might not have been<br />
less delicate and more beautiful. At all events,<br />
she entered her own room without any feeling<br />
of joy.<br />
"I want to explain," said Miss Bartlett, "why it<br />
is that I have taken the largest room. Naturally,<br />
of course, I should have given it to you; but I<br />
happen to know that it belongs to the young<br />
man, and I was sure your mother would not<br />
like it."
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