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
attempt to annex her, to show her the world from their own strange standpoint, to interest her in their private sorrows and joys. This was impertinent; he did not wish their cause to be championed by a young girl: he would rather it should fail. After all, he knew nothing about them, and pension joys, pension sorrows, are flimsy things; whereas Lucy would be his parishioner. Lucy, with one eye upon the weather, finally said that she thought the Emersons were nice; not that she saw anything of them now. Even their seats at dinner had been moved. "But aren't they always waylaying you to go out with them, dear?" said the little lady inquisitively. "Only once. Charlotte didn't like it, and said something--quite politely, of course." "Most right of her. They don't understand our ways. They must find their level."
Mr. Beebe rather felt that they had gone under. They had given up their attempt--if it was one--to conquer society, and now the father was almost as silent as the son. He wondered whether he would not plan a pleasant day for these folk before they left-- some expedition, perhaps, with Lucy well chaperoned to be nice to them. It was one of Mr. Beebe's chief pleasures to provide people with happy memories. Evening approached while they chatted; the air became brighter; the colours on the trees and hills were purified, and the Arno lost its muddy solidity and began to twinkle. There were a few streaks of bluish-green among the clouds, a few patches of watery light upon the earth, and then the dripping facade of San Miniato shone brilliantly in the declining sun. "Too late to go out," said Miss Alan in a voice of relief. "All the galleries are shut."
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attempt to annex her, to show her the world<br />
from their own strange standpoint, to interest<br />
her in their private sorrows and joys. This was<br />
impertinent; he did not wish their cause to be<br />
championed by a young girl: he would rather<br />
it should fail. After all, he knew nothing about<br />
them, and pension joys, pension sorrows, are<br />
flimsy things; whereas Lucy would be his<br />
parishioner.<br />
Lucy, with one eye upon the weather, finally<br />
said that she thought the Emersons were nice;<br />
not that she saw anything of them now. Even<br />
their seats at dinner had been moved.<br />
"But aren't they always waylaying you to go<br />
out with them, dear?" said the little lady<br />
inquisitively.<br />
"Only once. Charlotte didn't like it, and said<br />
something--quite politely, of course."<br />
"Most right of her. They don't understand our<br />
ways. They must find their level."
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