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Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
What caused Johnnie to have to return the books in person to Stoddard She forgot them
Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office.
What caused Johnnie to have to return the books in person to Stoddard She forgot them
Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan.
What caused Johnnie to have to return the books in person to Stoddard She forgot them
Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
What preparations did Johnnie take to return the books to Stoddard Made them into a neat package
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
What preparations did Johnnie take to return the books to Stoddard Made them into a neat package
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
What preparations did Johnnie take to return the books to Stoddard Made them into a neat package
Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
What preparations did Johnnie take to return the books to Stoddard She wrapped them in a neat package and planned to carry them to the Mill and place them on Stoddard's desk
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
What preparations did Johnnie take to return the books to Stoddard She wrapped them in a neat package and planned to carry them to the Mill and place them on Stoddard's desk
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
What preparations did Johnnie take to return the books to Stoddard She wrapped them in a neat package and planned to carry them to the Mill and place them on Stoddard's desk
She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
Did the main character originally keep stories by Chaucer after the others had all gone back Yes
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
Did the main character originally keep stories by Chaucer after the others had all gone back Yes
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it.
Did the main character originally keep stories by Chaucer after the others had all gone back Yes
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back.
What would the main character consider giving up a part of herself Returning the books she still had
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office.
What would the main character consider giving up a part of herself Returning the books she still had
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
What would the main character consider giving up a part of herself Returning the books she still had
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back.
Why did Johnnie keep the books Reread them
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan.
Why did Johnnie keep the books Reread them
She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Why did Johnnie keep the books Reread them
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back.
Why did Johnnie keep the books She couldn't bring herself to return them because she loved them so much
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan.
Why did Johnnie keep the books She couldn't bring herself to return them because she loved them so much
She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Why did Johnnie keep the books She couldn't bring herself to return them because she loved them so much
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back.
Why did Johnnie keep the books She read them
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan.
Why did Johnnie keep the books She read them
She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Why did Johnnie keep the books She read them
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Since the books were given more as a gift than as a loan, why would Johnnie feel the need to return the books to Stoddard They did not belong to her
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it.
Since the books were given more as a gift than as a loan, why would Johnnie feel the need to return the books to Stoddard They did not belong to her
Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
Since the books were given more as a gift than as a loan, why would Johnnie feel the need to return the books to Stoddard They did not belong to her
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Since the books were given more as a gift than as a loan, why would Johnnie feel the need to return the books to Stoddard The handwritten notes annotating the verses seemed intimate each time she passed her fingers over the text
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it.
Since the books were given more as a gift than as a loan, why would Johnnie feel the need to return the books to Stoddard The handwritten notes annotating the verses seemed intimate each time she passed her fingers over the text
Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
Since the books were given more as a gift than as a loan, why would Johnnie feel the need to return the books to Stoddard The handwritten notes annotating the verses seemed intimate each time she passed her fingers over the text
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back.
Why did Johnnie not want to return the books She could not bear to give them back as she treasured them and felt they were a part of herself
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office.
Why did Johnnie not want to return the books She could not bear to give them back as she treasured them and felt they were a part of herself
Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan.
Why did Johnnie not want to return the books She could not bear to give them back as she treasured them and felt they were a part of herself
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back.
Why did Johnnie not want to return the books They were a part of her
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office.
Why did Johnnie not want to return the books They were a part of her
Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan.
Why did Johnnie not want to return the books They were a part of her
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
At times Johnnie would read the books but what else would she do with the books She would sit with them and just stare at the images
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| She kept these little books after all the others had gone back.
At times Johnnie would read the books but what else would she do with the books She would sit with them and just stare at the images
It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan.
At times Johnnie would read the books but what else would she do with the books She would sit with them and just stare at the images
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
At times Johnnie would read the books but what else would she do with the books Pass her fingers over them
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| She kept these little books after all the others had gone back.
At times Johnnie would read the books but what else would she do with the books Pass her fingers over them
It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan.
At times Johnnie would read the books but what else would she do with the books Pass her fingers over them
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
At times Johnnie would read the books but what else would she do with the books Stare at them
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| She kept these little books after all the others had gone back.
At times Johnnie would read the books but what else would she do with the books Stare at them
It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan.
At times Johnnie would read the books but what else would she do with the books Stare at them
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
Who wrote in the books' margins Stoddard
She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it.
Who wrote in the books' margins Stoddard
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books.
Who wrote in the books' margins Stoddard
Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Did Johnnie return the books to Stoddard Yes
Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it.
Did Johnnie return the books to Stoddard Yes
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| She kept these little books after all the others had gone back.
Did Johnnie return the books to Stoddard Yes
Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Did Johnnie return the books to Stoddard Yes. She tried returning them early when no one was in the office but ended up running into Stoddard
Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it.
Did Johnnie return the books to Stoddard Yes. She tried returning them early when no one was in the office but ended up running into Stoddard
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| She kept these little books after all the others had gone back.
Did Johnnie return the books to Stoddard Yes. She tried returning them early when no one was in the office but ended up running into Stoddard
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office.
What did Johnnie do that made her feel like she was giving up part of herself Returning the books
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books.
What did Johnnie do that made her feel like she was giving up part of herself Returning the books
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
What did Johnnie do that made her feel like she was giving up part of herself Returning the books
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
Why could Johnnie not bear to return the books She felt as if she would be giving up a part of herself
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books.
Why could Johnnie not bear to return the books She felt as if she would be giving up a part of herself
She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Why could Johnnie not bear to return the books She felt as if she would be giving up a part of herself
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
Why could Johnnie not bear to return the books She knew them by heart
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books.
Why could Johnnie not bear to return the books She knew them by heart
She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Why could Johnnie not bear to return the books She knew them by heart
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
Why could Johnnie not bear to return the books Even though she knew the poems by heart she liked to sit holding the books remembering the joy in reading the poems and handwritten annotations
She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books.
Why could Johnnie not bear to return the books Even though she knew the poems by heart she liked to sit holding the books remembering the joy in reading the poems and handwritten annotations
She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Why could Johnnie not bear to return the books Even though she knew the poems by heart she liked to sit holding the books remembering the joy in reading the poems and handwritten annotations
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Why did the main character take in her books at noon instead of earlier The children were sick
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it.
Why did the main character take in her books at noon instead of earlier The children were sick
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
Why did the main character take in her books at noon instead of earlier The children were sick
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Why did the main character take in her books at noon instead of earlier Deanie was half sick
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it.
Why did the main character take in her books at noon instead of earlier Deanie was half sick
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
Why did the main character take in her books at noon instead of earlier Deanie was half sick
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| She kept these little books after all the others had gone back.
What did Johnnie keep after returning the other ones A set of small English verse books
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
What did Johnnie keep after returning the other ones A set of small English verse books
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office.
What did Johnnie keep after returning the other ones A set of small English verse books
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| She kept these little books after all the others had gone back.
What did Johnnie keep after returning the other ones Small volumes of English verse
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
What did Johnnie keep after returning the other ones Small volumes of English verse
She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office.
What did Johnnie keep after returning the other ones Small volumes of English verse
She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
In what books were the words from Chaucer and Spenser The little books
She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back.
In what books were the words from Chaucer and Spenser The little books
Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books.
In what books were the words from Chaucer and Spenser The little books
She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
In what books were the words from Chaucer and Spenser Small volumes of English verse
She kept these little books after all the others had gone back. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back.
In what books were the words from Chaucer and Spenser Small volumes of English verse
Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books.
In what books were the words from Chaucer and Spenser Small volumes of English verse
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| She kept these little books after all the others had gone back.
Which of the books loaned by Stoddard did Johnnie keep above all of the loaned books Small volumes of English verse
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Which of the books loaned by Stoddard did Johnnie keep above all of the loaned books Small volumes of English verse
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
Which of the books loaned by Stoddard did Johnnie keep above all of the loaned books Small volumes of English verse
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| She kept these little books after all the others had gone back.
Which of the books loaned by Stoddard did Johnnie keep above all of the loaned books A set of small volumes of annotated English verse
Johnnie had a set of small volumes of English verse, extensively annotated by his own hand, which Stoddard had brought to her early in their acquaintance, leaving it with her more as a gift than as a loan. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself.
Which of the books loaned by Stoddard did Johnnie keep above all of the loaned books A set of small volumes of annotated English verse
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
Which of the books loaned by Stoddard did Johnnie keep above all of the loaned books A set of small volumes of annotated English verse
It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office.
How did Johnnie feel when she finally decides to return the books to the office Like she was giving up part of herself
It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
How did Johnnie feel when she finally decides to return the books to the office Like she was giving up part of herself
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
How did Johnnie feel when she finally decides to return the books to the office Like she was giving up part of herself
It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office.
How did Johnnie feel when she finally decides to return the books to the office She felt as if she would be giving up a part of herself
It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
How did Johnnie feel when she finally decides to return the books to the office She felt as if she would be giving up a part of herself
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
How did Johnnie feel when she finally decides to return the books to the office She felt as if she would be giving up a part of herself
It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would be giving up part of herself when she took these back. ||||| Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office.
How did Johnnie feel when she finally decides to return the books to the office Miserable
It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
How did Johnnie feel when she finally decides to return the books to the office Miserable
Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books. ||||| Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. ||||| She had read and reread them--cullings from Chaucer, from Spenser, from the Elizabethan lyrists, the border balladry, fierce, tender, oh, so human--till she knew pages of them by heart, and their vocabulary influenced her own, their imagery tinged all her leisure thoughts.
How did Johnnie feel when she finally decides to return the books to the office Miserable
It seemed to her, whenever she debated returning them, that she could not bear it. ||||| She would get them out and sit with one of them open in her hands, not reading, but staring at the pages with unseeing eyes, passing her fingers over it, as one strokes a beloved hand, or turning through each book only to find the pencilled words in the margins.
What did Johnnie do with the books instead of returning them Read them over and over