A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
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George bowed his head, dusty and sombre, exhaling the peculiar smell of one who has handled furniture. "Do you really want this bathe?" Freddy asked him. "It is only a pond, don't you know. I dare say you are used to something better." "Yes--I have said 'Yes' already." Mr. Beebe felt bound to assist his young friend, and led the way out of the house and into the pine-woods. How glorious it was! For a little time the voice of old Mr. Emerson pursued them dispensing good wishes and philosophy. It ceased, and they only heard the fair wind blowing the bracken and the trees. Mr. Beebe, who could be silent, but who could not bear silence, was compelled to chatter, since the expedition looked like a failure, and neither of his companions would utter a word. He spoke of Florence. George attended gravely, assenting or dissenting with slight but determined gestures that were as inexplicable
as the motions of the tree-tops above their heads. And what a coincidence that you should meet Mr. Vyse! Did you realize that you would find all the Pension Bertolini down here?" "I did not. Miss Lavish told me." "When I was a young man, I always meant to write a 'History of Coincidence.'" No enthusiasm. "Though, as a matter of fact, coincidences are much rarer than we suppose. For example, it isn't purely coincidentally that you are here now, when one comes to reflect." To his relief, George began to talk. "It is. I have reflected. It is Fate. Everything is Fate. We are flung together by Fate, drawn apart by Fate--flung together, drawn apart.
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George bowed his head, dusty and sombre,<br />
exhaling the peculiar smell of one who has<br />
handled furniture.<br />
"Do you really want this bathe?" Freddy<br />
asked him. "It is only a pond, don't you know. I<br />
dare say you are used to something better."<br />
"Yes--I have said 'Yes' already."<br />
Mr. Beebe felt bound to assist his young<br />
friend, and led the way out of the house and<br />
into the pine-woods. How glorious it was! For a<br />
little time the voice of old Mr. Emerson<br />
pursued them dispensing good wishes and<br />
philosophy. It ceased, and they only heard the<br />
fair wind blowing the bracken and the trees.<br />
Mr. Beebe, who could be silent, but who could<br />
not bear silence, was compelled to chatter,<br />
since the expedition looked like a failure, and<br />
neither of his companions would utter a word.<br />
He spoke of Florence. George attended<br />
gravely, assenting or dissenting with slight but<br />
determined gestures that were as inexplicable
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