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

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the other youths. For a moment Cecil was happy. He was playing at nonsense among his peers. Then he glanced at Lucy, in whose face petty anxieties had marred the smiles. In January he would rescue his Leonardo from this stupefying twaddle. "But I don't see that!" exclaimed Minnie Beebe who had narrowly watched the iniquitous transaction. "I don't see why Mr. Vyse is to have the quid." "Because of the fifteen shillings and the five," they said solemnly. "Fifteen shillings and five shillings make one pound, you see." "But I don't see--" They tried to stifle her with cake. "No, thank you. I'm done. I don't see why--Freddy, don't poke me. Miss Honeychurch, your brother's hurting me. Ow! What about Mr. Floyd's ten shillings? Ow! No, I

don't see and I never shall see why Miss What's-her-name shouldn't pay that bob for the driver."' "I had forgotten the driver," said Miss Bartlett, reddening. "Thank you, dear, for reminding me. A shilling was it? Can any one give me change for half a crown?" "I'll get it," said the young hostess, rising with decision. "Cecil, give me that sovereign. No, give me up that sovereign. I'll get Euphemia to change it, and we'll start the whole thing again from the beginning." "Lucy--Lucy--what a nuisance I am!" protested Miss Bartlett, and followed her across the lawn. Lucy tripped ahead, simulating hilarity. When they were out of earshot Miss Bartlett stopped her wails and said quite briskly: "Have you told him about him yet?"

the other youths. For a moment Cecil was<br />

happy. He was playing at nonsense among his<br />

peers. Then he glanced at Lucy, in whose face<br />

petty anxieties had marred the smiles. In<br />

January he would rescue his Leonardo from<br />

this stupefying twaddle.<br />

"But I don't see that!" exclaimed Minnie<br />

Beebe who had narrowly watched the<br />

iniquitous transaction. "I don't see why Mr.<br />

Vyse is to have the quid."<br />

"Because of the fifteen shillings and the five,"<br />

they said solemnly. "Fifteen shillings and five<br />

shillings make one pound, you see."<br />

"But I don't see--"<br />

They tried to stifle her with cake.<br />

"No, thank you. I'm done. I don't see<br />

why--Freddy, don't poke me. Miss<br />

Honeychurch, your brother's hurting me. Ow!<br />

What about Mr. Floyd's ten shillings? Ow! No, I

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