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"I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s... | Randolph | your teeth," he said, paternally.<|quote|>"I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come ... | care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally.<|quote|>"I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate t... | crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally.<|quote|>"I haven t got... | sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the l... | hand a long alpenstock, the sharp point of which he thrust into everything that he approached--the flowerbeds, the garden benches, the trains of the ladies dresses. In front of Winterbourne he paused, looking at him with a pair of bright, penetrating little eyes. "Will you give me a lump of sugar?" he asked in a sharp,... | there were some singular stories. But Winterbourne had an old attachment for the little metropolis of Calvinism; he had been put to school there as a boy, and he had afterward gone to college there--circumstances which had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a ... | it may be said, indeed, that Vevey assumes at this period some of the characteristics of an American watering place. There are sights and sounds which evoke a vision, an echo, of Newport and Saratoga. There is a flitting hither and thither of "stylish" young girls, a rustling of muslin flounces, a rattle of dance music... | him, they usually said that he was at Geneva "studying." When his enemies spoke of him, they said--but, after all, he had no enemies; he was an extremely amiable fellow, and universally liked. What I should say is, simply, that when certain persons spoke of him they affirmed that the reason of his spending so much time... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne was much amused. | No speaker | out. It s these hotels."<|quote|>Winterbourne was much amused.</|quote|>"If you eat three lumps | America they didn t come out. It s these hotels."<|quote|>Winterbourne was much amused.</|quote|>"If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will | them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels."<|quote|>Winterbourne was much amused.</|quote|>"If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mot... | Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterwa... | near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knicke... | she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and then he had come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee an... | of these things at the excellent inn of the "Trois Couronnes" and are transported in fancy to the Ocean House or to Congress Hall. But at the "Trois Couronnes," it must be added, there are other features that are much at variance with these suggestions: neat German waiters, who look like secretaries of legation; Russia... | After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and then he had come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looke... | Daisy Miller |
"If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," | Winterbourne | hotels." Winterbourne was much amused.<|quote|>"If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you,"</|quote|>he said. "She s got | come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused.<|quote|>"If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you,"</|quote|>he said. "She s got to give me some candy, | one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused.<|quote|>"If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you,"<... | that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more ... | his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositin... | had taken a walk about the town, and then he had come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Pres... | the excellent inn of the "Trois Couronnes" and are transported in fancy to the Ocean House or to Congress Hall. But at the "Trois Couronnes," it must be added, there are other features that are much at variance with these suggestions: neat German waiters, who look like secretaries of legation; Russian princesses sittin... | liked. What I should say is, simply, that when certain persons spoke of him they affirmed that the reason of his spending so much time at Geneva was that he was extremely devoted to a lady who lived there--a foreign lady--a person older than himself. Very few Americans--indeed, I think none--had ever seen this lady, ab... | Daisy Miller |
he said. | No speaker | mother will certainly slap you,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"She s got to give | three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined | more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"She s got to give me some candy, then," r... | "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate tha... | you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion,... | to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin ... | the Ocean House or to Congress Hall. But at the "Trois Couronnes," it must be added, there are other features that are much at variance with these suggestions: neat German waiters, who look like secretaries of legation; Russian princesses sitting in the garden; little Polish boys walking about held by the hand, with th... | cravat. He carried in his hand a long alpenstock, the sharp point of which he thrust into everything that he approached--the flowerbeds, the garden benches, the trains of the ladies dresses. In front of Winterbourne he paused, looking at him with a pair of bright, penetrating little eyes. "Will you give me a lump of su... | Daisy Miller |
"She s got to give me some candy, then," | Randolph | certainly slap you," he said.<|quote|>"She s got to give me some candy, then,"</|quote|>rejoined his young interlocutor. "I | of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said.<|quote|>"She s got to give me some candy, then,"</|quote|>rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy | out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said.<|quote|>"She s got to give me some candy, then,"</|quote|>rejoined hi... | you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes the... | take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Wi... | breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine... | House or to Congress Hall. But at the "Trois Couronnes," it must be added, there are other features that are much at variance with these suggestions: neat German waiters, who look like secretaries of legation; Russian princesses sitting in the garden; little Polish boys walking about held by the hand, with their govern... | Geneva was that he was extremely devoted to a lady who lived there--a foreign lady--a person older than himself. Very few Americans--indeed, I think none--had ever seen this lady, about whom there were some singular stories. But Winterbourne had an old attachment for the little metropolis of Calvinism; he had been put ... | Daisy Miller |
rejoined his young interlocutor. | No speaker | give me some candy, then,"<|quote|>rejoined his young interlocutor.</|quote|>"I can t get any | said. "She s got to give me some candy, then,"<|quote|>rejoined his young interlocutor.</|quote|>"I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American | old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then,"<|quote|>rejoined his young interlocutor.</|quote|>"I can t g... | "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s... | sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the l... | was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years,... | Couronnes," it must be added, there are other features that are much at variance with these suggestions: neat German waiters, who look like secretaries of legation; Russian princesses sitting in the garden; little Polish boys walking about held by the hand, with their governors; a view of the sunny crest of the Dent du... | like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red s... | Daisy Miller |
"I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." | Randolph | then," rejoined his young interlocutor.<|quote|>"I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy."</|quote|>"And are American little boys | to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor.<|quote|>"I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy."</|quote|>"And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked | the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor.<|quote|>"I can t get any candy here--any Ame... | any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels."... | little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with ... | cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expressi... | added, there are other features that are much at variance with these suggestions: neat German waiters, who look like secretaries of legation; Russian princesses sitting in the garden; little Polish boys walking about held by the hand, with their governors; a view of the sunny crest of the Dent du Midi and the picturesq... | him, they usually said that he was at Geneva "studying." When his enemies spoke of him, they said--but, after all, he had no enemies; he was an extremely amiable fellow, and universally liked. What I should say is, simply, that when certain persons spoke of him they affirmed that the reason of his spending so much time... | Daisy Miller |
"And are American little boys the best little boys?" | Winterbourne | candy s the best candy."<|quote|>"And are American little boys the best little boys?"</|quote|>asked Winterbourne. "I don t | candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy."<|quote|>"And are American little boys the best little boys?"</|quote|>asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American | s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy."<|quote|>"And are American little bo... | My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mo... | two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. ... | garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He w... | waiters, who look like secretaries of legation; Russian princesses sitting in the garden; little Polish boys walking about held by the hand, with their governors; a view of the sunny crest of the Dent du Midi and the picturesque towers of the Castle of Chillon. I hardly know whether it was the analogies or the differen... | and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindl... | Daisy Miller |
asked Winterbourne. | No speaker | boys the best little boys?"<|quote|>asked Winterbourne.</|quote|>"I don t know. I | candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?"<|quote|>asked Winterbourne.</|quote|>"I don t know. I m an American boy," said | eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?"<|quote|>asked Winterbourne.</|quote|>... | out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s g... | his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived t... | an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stocki... | sitting in the garden; little Polish boys walking about held by the hand, with their governors; a view of the sunny crest of the Dent du Midi and the picturesque towers of the Castle of Chillon. I hardly know whether it was the analogies or the differences that were uppermost in the mind of a young American, who, two o... | to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion,... | Daisy Miller |
"I don t know. I m an American boy," | Randolph | best little boys?" asked Winterbourne.<|quote|>"I don t know. I m an American boy,"</|quote|>said the child. "I see | are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne.<|quote|>"I don t know. I m an American boy,"</|quote|>said the child. "I see you are one of the | lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne.<|quote|>"I don t know. I m ... | afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give... | depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have th... | At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which d... | the garden; little Polish boys walking about held by the hand, with their governors; a view of the sunny crest of the Dent du Midi and the picturesque towers of the Castle of Chillon. I hardly know whether it was the analogies or the differences that were uppermost in the mind of a young American, who, two or three yea... | red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindle-shanks; he also wore a brilliant red cravat. He carried in his hand a long alpenstock, the sharp point of which he thrust into everything that he approached--the flowerbeds, the garden benches, the trains of the ladies dresses. In front of Winterbourne he paused, l... | Daisy Miller |
said the child. | No speaker | I m an American boy,"<|quote|>said the child.</|quote|>"I see you are one | Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy,"<|quote|>said the child.</|quote|>"I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. | he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy,"<|quote|>said the child.</|quote|>"I see you ... | more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young... | poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take ... | cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindle-shanks; ... | the hand, with their governors; a view of the sunny crest of the Dent du Midi and the picturesque towers of the Castle of Chillon. I hardly know whether it was the analogies or the differences that were uppermost in the mind of a young American, who, two or three years ago, sat in the garden of the "Trois Couronnes," l... | and he had afterward gone to college there--circumstances which had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and then h... | Daisy Miller |
"I see you are one of the best!" | Winterbourne | American boy," said the child.<|quote|>"I see you are one of the best!"</|quote|>laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an | t know. I m an American boy," said the child.<|quote|>"I see you are one of the best!"</|quote|>laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious | s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child.<|quote|>"I see you are one of the best!"</... | I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. ... | lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt yo... | small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindle-shanks; he also wore a brillian... | their governors; a view of the sunny crest of the Dent du Midi and the picturesque towers of the Castle of Chillon. I hardly know whether it was the analogies or the differences that were uppermost in the mind of a young American, who, two or three years ago, sat in the garden of the "Trois Couronnes," looking about hi... | good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of su... | Daisy Miller |
laughed Winterbourne. | No speaker | are one of the best!"<|quote|>laughed Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Are you an American man?" | the child. "I see you are one of the best!"<|quote|>laughed Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And | rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!"<|quote|>laughed Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Are y... | old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here... | crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any tee... | of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindle-shanks; he also wore a brilliant red cravat. He carried in his hand a long alpen... | of the Dent du Midi and the picturesque towers of the Castle of Chillon. I hardly know whether it was the analogies or the differences that were uppermost in the mind of a young American, who, two or three years ago, sat in the garden of the "Trois Couronnes," looking about him, rather idly, at some of the graceful obj... | as a boy, and he had afterward gone to college there--circumstances which had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, ... | Daisy Miller |
"Are you an American man?" | Randolph | of the best!" laughed Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Are you an American man?"</|quote|>pursued this vivacious infant. And | "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Are you an American man?"</|quote|>pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative | young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Are you an American man?"</... | It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any Americ... | lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt... | or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindle-shanks; he also wore a brilliant red cravat. He carried in his hand a long alpenstock, t... | Dent du Midi and the picturesque towers of the Castle of Chillon. I hardly know whether it was the analogies or the differences that were uppermost in the mind of a young American, who, two or three years ago, sat in the garden of the "Trois Couronnes," looking about him, rather idly, at some of the graceful objects I ... | he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his yea... | Daisy Miller |
pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" | No speaker | "Are you an American man?"<|quote|>pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--"</|quote|>"American men are the best," | of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?"<|quote|>pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--"</|quote|>"American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked | get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?"<|quote|>pursued this vivacious infant.... | makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American can... | teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come ou... | was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindle-shanks; he also wore a brilliant red cravat. He carried in his hand a long alpenstock, the sharp point of which... | picturesque towers of the Castle of Chillon. I hardly know whether it was the analogies or the differences that were uppermost in the mind of a young American, who, two or three years ago, sat in the garden of the "Trois Couronnes," looking about him, rather idly, at some of the graceful objects I have mentioned. It wa... | he approached--the flowerbeds, the garden benches, the trains of the ladies dresses. In front of Winterbourne he paused, looking at him with a pair of bright, penetrating little eyes. "Will you give me a lump of sugar?" he asked in a sharp, hard little voice--a voice immature and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne g... | Daisy Miller |
"American men are the best," | Randolph | on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--"<|quote|>"American men are the best,"</|quote|>he declared. His companion thanked | this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--"<|quote|>"American men are the best,"</|quote|>he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and | candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--"<|quote|>"American men ar... | It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys th... | in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one ... | a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindle-shanks; he also wore a brilliant red cravat. He carried in his hand a long alpenstock, the sharp point of which he thrust into everything that he approached--the flowerbeds, the ga... | it was the analogies or the differences that were uppermost in the mind of a young American, who, two or three years ago, sat in the garden of the "Trois Couronnes," looking about him, rather idly, at some of the graceful objects I have mentioned. It was a beautiful summer morning, and in whatever fashion the young Ame... | had been put to school there as a boy, and he had afterward gone to college there--circumstances which had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had ... | Daisy Miller |
he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. | No speaker | "American men are the best,"<|quote|>he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to E... | on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best,"<|quote|>he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in hi... | boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best,"<|quote|>he declared. His com... | was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winter... | had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said ... | little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindle-shanks; he also wore a brilliant red cravat. He carried in his hand a long alpenstock, the sharp point of which he thrust into everything that he approached--the flowerbeds, the garden benches, the trains of t... | the differences that were uppermost in the mind of a young American, who, two or three years ago, sat in the garden of the "Trois Couronnes," looking about him, rather idly, at some of the graceful objects I have mentioned. It was a beautiful summer morning, and in whatever fashion the young American looked at things, ... | had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and then he had come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfas... | Daisy Miller |
"Here comes my sister!" | Randolph | Europe at about this age.<|quote|>"Here comes my sister!"</|quote|>cried the child in a | he had been brought to Europe at about this age.<|quote|>"Here comes my sister!"</|quote|>cried the child in a moment. "She s an American | him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age.<|quote|>"Here comes my sister!"</|quote|>cried ... | asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the complimen... | out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s g... | of Winterbourne he paused, looking at him with a pair of bright, penetrating little eyes. "Will you give me a lump of sugar?" he asked in a sharp, hard little voice--a voice immature and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several m... | things, they must have seemed to him charming. He had come from Geneva the day before by the little steamer, to see his aunt, who was staying at the hotel--Geneva having been for a long time his place of residence. But his aunt had a headache--his aunt had almost always a headache--and now she was shut up in her room, ... | boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindle-shanks; he also wore a brilliant red ... | Daisy Miller |
cried the child in a moment. | No speaker | age. "Here comes my sister!"<|quote|>cried the child in a moment.</|quote|>"She s an American girl." | to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!"<|quote|>cried the child in a moment.</|quote|>"She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path | and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!"<|quote|>cried the child in a moment.</|quote|>"... | t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had n... | said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy,... | looking at him with a pair of bright, penetrating little eyes. "Will you give me a lump of sugar?" he asked in a sharp, hard little voice--a voice immature and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "... | seemed to him charming. He had come from Geneva the day before by the little steamer, to see his aunt, who was staying at the hotel--Geneva having been for a long time his place of residence. But his aunt had a headache--his aunt had almost always a headache--and now she was shut up in her room, smelling camphor, so th... | s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "... | Daisy Miller |
"She s an American girl." | Randolph | the child in a moment.<|quote|>"She s an American girl."</|quote|>Winterbourne looked along the path | "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment.<|quote|>"She s an American girl."</|quote|>Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young | got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment.<|quote|>"She s an American girl."</|quote|>Wi... | boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his al... | any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his y... | of bright, penetrating little eyes. "Will you give me a lump of sugar?" he asked in a sharp, hard little voice--a voice immature and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he ... | come from Geneva the day before by the little steamer, to see his aunt, who was staying at the hotel--Geneva having been for a long time his place of residence. But his aunt had a headache--his aunt had almost always a headache--and now she was shut up in her room, smelling camphor, so that he was at liberty to wander ... | a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindle-shanks; he also wore a brilli... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. | No speaker | "She s an American girl."<|quote|>Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing.</|quote|>"American girls are the best | the child in a moment. "She s an American girl."<|quote|>Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing.</|quote|>"American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to | stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl."<|quote|>Winterbourne looked along the path and saw... | see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking a... | can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I... | "Will you give me a lump of sugar?" he asked in a sharp, hard little voice--a voice immature and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar i... | before by the little steamer, to see his aunt, who was staying at the hotel--Geneva having been for a long time his place of residence. But his aunt had a headache--his aunt had almost always a headache--and now she was shut up in her room, smelling camphor, so that he was at liberty to wander about. He was some seven-... | aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and then he had come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At ... | Daisy Miller |
"American girls are the best girls," | Winterbourne | a beautiful young lady advancing.<|quote|>"American girls are the best girls,"</|quote|>he said cheerfully to his | along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing.<|quote|>"American girls are the best girls,"</|quote|>he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain | Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing.<|quote|>"American girls are the best gir... | American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne... | climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy.... | sharp, hard little voice--a voice immature and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped f... | at the hotel--Geneva having been for a long time his place of residence. But his aunt had a headache--his aunt had almost always a headache--and now she was shut up in her room, smelling camphor, so that he was at liberty to wander about. He was some seven-and-twenty years of age; when his friends spoke of him, they us... | sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They h... | Daisy Miller |
he said cheerfully to his young companion. | No speaker | girls are the best girls,"<|quote|>he said cheerfully to his young companion.</|quote|>"My sister ain t the | beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls,"<|quote|>he said cheerfully to his young companion.</|quote|>"My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She | been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls,"<|quote|>he said cheerfully to his young com... | And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in ... | In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy."... | and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the ... | a long time his place of residence. But his aunt had a headache--his aunt had almost always a headache--and now she was shut up in her room, smelling camphor, so that he was at liberty to wander about. He was some seven-and-twenty years of age; when his friends spoke of him, they usually said that he was at Geneva "stu... | his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and then he had come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache.... | Daisy Miller |
"My sister ain t the best!" | Randolph | cheerfully to his young companion.<|quote|>"My sister ain t the best!"</|quote|>the child declared. "She s | the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion.<|quote|>"My sister ain t the best!"</|quote|>the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I | he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion.<|quote|>"My sister ain t the best!"... | "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at... | It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys th... | at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the p... | But his aunt had a headache--his aunt had almost always a headache--and now she was shut up in her room, smelling camphor, so that he was at liberty to wander about. He was some seven-and-twenty years of age; when his friends spoke of him, they usually said that he was at Geneva "studying." When his enemies spoke of hi... | that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another ... | Daisy Miller |
the child declared. | No speaker | sister ain t the best!"<|quote|>the child declared.</|quote|>"She s always blowing at | to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!"<|quote|>the child declared.</|quote|>"She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is | at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!"<|quote|>the child declared.</|quote|>... | declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my ... | much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbour... | on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, ... | aunt had almost always a headache--and now she was shut up in her room, smelling camphor, so that he was at liberty to wander about. He was some seven-and-twenty years of age; when his friends spoke of him, they usually said that he was at Geneva "studying." When his enemies spoke of him, they said--but, after all, he ... | the ladies dresses. In front of Winterbourne he paused, looking at him with a pair of bright, penetrating little eyes. "Will you give me a lump of sugar?" he asked in a sharp, hard little voice--a voice immature and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service r... | Daisy Miller |
"She s always blowing at me." | Randolph | the best!" the child declared.<|quote|>"She s always blowing at me."</|quote|>"I imagine that is your | companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared.<|quote|>"She s always blowing at me."</|quote|>"I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. | age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared.<|quote|>"She s always blowing a... | thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child... | you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know... | coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing th... | always a headache--and now she was shut up in her room, smelling camphor, so that he was at liberty to wander about. He was some seven-and-twenty years of age; when his friends spoke of him, they usually said that he was at Geneva "studying." When his enemies spoke of him, they said--but, after all, he had no enemies; ... | stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s h... | Daisy Miller |
"I imagine that is your fault, not hers," | Winterbourne | s always blowing at me."<|quote|>"I imagine that is your fault, not hers,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. The young lady | best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me."<|quote|>"I imagine that is your fault, not hers,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She | the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me."<|quote|>"I imagine that is your faul... | the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American gir... | your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said t... | several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place... | shut up in her room, smelling camphor, so that he was at liberty to wander about. He was some seven-and-twenty years of age; when his friends spoke of him, they usually said that he was at Geneva "studying." When his enemies spoke of him, they said--but, after all, he had no enemies; he was an extremely amiable fellow,... | his hand a long alpenstock, the sharp point of which he thrust into everything that he approached--the flowerbeds, the garden benches, the trains of the ladies dresses. In front of Winterbourne he paused, looking at him with a pair of bright, penetrating little eyes. "Will you give me a lump of sugar?" he asked in a sh... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. | No speaker | is your fault, not hers,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly,... | at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery;... | American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne. ... | his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path... | "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laug... | take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Wi... | that he was at liberty to wander about. He was some seven-and-twenty years of age; when his friends spoke of him, they usually said that he was at Geneva "studying." When his enemies spoke of him, they said--but, after all, he had no enemies; he was an extremely amiable fellow, and universally liked. What I should say ... | waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knicker... | Daisy Miller |
"How pretty they are!" | Winterbourne | she was strikingly, admirably pretty.<|quote|>"How pretty they are!"</|quote|>thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in | deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty.<|quote|>"How pretty they are!"</|quote|>thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he | said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty.<|quote|>"How pr... | American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The youn... | child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood... | alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you d... | and universally liked. What I should say is, simply, that when certain persons spoke of him they affirmed that the reason of his spending so much time at Geneva was that he was extremely devoted to a lady who lived there--a foreign lady--a person older than himself. Very few Americans--indeed, I think none--had ever se... | for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar w... | Daisy Miller |
thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel ... | No speaker | pretty. "How pretty they are!"<|quote|>thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of whic... | and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!"<|quote|>thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a... | lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!"<|quote|>thought Winte... | along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She... | are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him... | s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "... | I should say is, simply, that when certain persons spoke of him they affirmed that the reason of his spending so much time at Geneva was that he was extremely devoted to a lady who lived there--a foreign lady--a person older than himself. Very few Americans--indeed, I think none--had ever seen this lady, about whom the... | don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who h... | Daisy Miller |
"Randolph," | Daisy Miller | it up not a little.<|quote|>"Randolph,"</|quote|>said the young lady, "what | in the gravel and kicking it up not a little.<|quote|>"Randolph,"</|quote|>said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m | The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little.<|quote|>"Randolph,"</|quote|>said the young lady, "what A... | frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young l... | himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young... | have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much a... | old attachment for the little metropolis of Calvinism; he had been put to school there as a boy, and he had afterward gone to college there--circumstances which had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his... | t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these ho... | Daisy Miller |
said the young lady, | No speaker | up not a little. "Randolph,"<|quote|>said the young lady,</|quote|>"what ARE you doing?" "I | the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph,"<|quote|>said the young lady,</|quote|>"what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," | young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph,"<|quote|>said the young lady,</|quote|>"what ARE y... | and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady pau... | had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young compani... | all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused... | attachment for the little metropolis of Calvinism; he had been put to school there as a boy, and he had afterward gone to college there--circumstances which had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aun... | candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the be... | Daisy Miller |
"what ARE you doing?" | Daisy Miller | "Randolph," said the young lady,<|quote|>"what ARE you doing?"</|quote|>"I m going up the | it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady,<|quote|>"what ARE you doing?"</|quote|>"I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is | front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady,<|quote|>"what ARE you doing?"</|quote|>"I m going... | of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his benc... | in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain ... | have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat th... | metropolis of Calvinism; he had been put to school there as a boy, and he had afterward gone to college there--circumstances which had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that... | me a lump of sugar?" he asked in a sharp, hard little voice--a voice immature and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for litt... | Daisy Miller |
"I m going up the Alps," | Randolph | lady, "what ARE you doing?"<|quote|>"I m going up the Alps,"</|quote|>replied Randolph. "This is the | little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?"<|quote|>"I m going up the Alps,"</|quote|>replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another | near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?"<|quote|>"I m going up the Alps,"</|quote|>repli... | was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the g... | he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the chi... | teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, ... | had been put to school there as a boy, and he had afterward gone to college there--circumstances which had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had ... | the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective... | Daisy Miller |
replied Randolph. | No speaker | m going up the Alps,"<|quote|>replied Randolph.</|quote|>"This is the way!" And | "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps,"<|quote|>replied Randolph.</|quote|>"This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, | which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps,"<|quote|>replied Randolph.</|quote|>"This is the way!" ... | her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. Th... | at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blo... | night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you... | as a boy, and he had afterward gone to college there--circumstances which had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, ... | penetrating little eyes. "Will you give me a lump of sugar?" he asked in a sharp, hard little voice--a voice immature and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "... | Daisy Miller |
"This is the way!" | Randolph | up the Alps," replied Randolph.<|quote|>"This is the way!"</|quote|>And he gave another little | you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph.<|quote|>"This is the way!"</|quote|>And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about | the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph.<|quote|>"This is the way!"</|quote|>And he gave anoth... | a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little ... | this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at m... | one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said.... | boy, and he had afterward gone to college there--circumstances which had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and t... | child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." ... | Daisy Miller |
And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. | No speaker | Randolph. "This is the way!"<|quote|>And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears.</|quote|>"That s the way they | going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!"<|quote|>And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears.</|quote|>"That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He | boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!"<|quote|>And he gave another little jump, scattering the... | a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted ... | my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is... | afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give... | afterward gone to college there--circumstances which had led to his forming a great many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and then he had come ... | sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They h... | Daisy Miller |
"That s the way they come down," | Winterbourne | pebbles about Winterbourne s ears.<|quote|>"That s the way they come down,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "He s an | another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears.<|quote|>"That s the way they come down,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in | of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears.<|quote|>"That s the way they come down,"</... | they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in ... | Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile... | can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I... | many youthful friendships. Many of these he had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and then he had come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small ... | at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blo... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne. | No speaker | the way they come down,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"He s an American man!" | Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little | the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"He s an... | his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," sai... | a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white m... | old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here... | had kept, and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and then he had come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him ... | to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s ... | Daisy Miller |
"He s an American man!" | Randolph | they come down," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"He s an American man!"</|quote|>cried Randolph, in his little | ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"He s an American man!"</|quote|>cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady | and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"He s an American man!"</|qu... | as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the youn... | young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with ... | It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any Americ... | and they were a source of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and then he had come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a littl... | me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined... | Daisy Miller |
cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. | No speaker | "He s an American man!"<|quote|>cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother.</|quote|>"Well, I guess you had | they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!"<|quote|>cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother.</|quote|>"Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply | a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!"<|quote|>cried Randolph, in his lit... | to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you d... | are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and kno... | makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American can... | of great satisfaction to him. After knocking at his aunt s door and learning that she was indisposed, he had taken a walk about the town, and then he had come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden b... | "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I ima... | Daisy Miller |
"Well, I guess you had better be quiet," | Daisy Miller | looked straight at her brother.<|quote|>"Well, I guess you had better be quiet,"</|quote|>she simply observed. It seemed | heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother.<|quote|>"Well, I guess you had better be quiet,"</|quote|>she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had | way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother.<|quote|>"Well, I guess you ... | little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the ... | always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embr... | three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an... | walk about the town, and then he had come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a smal... | fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculi... | Daisy Miller |
she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. | No speaker | you had better be quiet,"<|quote|>she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette.</|quote|>"This little boy and I | her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet,"<|quote|>she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette.</|quote|>"This little boy and I have made acquaintance," he said, | the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet,"<|quote|>she simply observed. It seem... | a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the wa... | your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably ... | slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are on... | come in to his breakfast. He had now finished his breakfast; but he was drinking a small cup of coffee, which had been served to him on a little table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an... | boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it... | Daisy Miller |
"This little boy and I have made acquaintance," | Winterbourne | girl, throwing away his cigarette.<|quote|>"This little boy and I have made acquaintance,"</|quote|>he said, with great civility. | stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette.<|quote|>"This little boy and I have made acquaintance,"</|quote|>he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had | lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette.<|quote|>"This little boy and I have... | you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcem... | ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the para... | the best candy." "And are American little boys the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men a... | table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little f... | Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s alw... | Daisy Miller |
he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a gar... | No speaker | and I have made acquaintance,"<|quote|>he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl comin... | his cigarette. "This little boy and I have made acquaintance,"<|quote|>he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than thes... | looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This little boy and I have made acquaintance,"<|quote|>he said, with great civ... | replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her broth... | her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. Th... | the best little boys?" asked Winterbourne. "I don t know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanke... | waiters who looked like an attache. At last he finished his coffee and lit a cigarette. Presently a small boy came walking along the path--an urchin of nine or ten. The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knicker... | always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embr... | Daisy Miller |
"I should like to know where you got that pole," | Daisy Miller | to the little boy again.<|quote|>"I should like to know where you got that pole,"</|quote|>she said. "I bought it," | say, the young lady turned to the little boy again.<|quote|>"I should like to know where you got that pole,"</|quote|>she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t | head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again.<|quote|>"I should like to know where you got... | unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her h... | down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and ... | saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in whi... | of sugar?" he asked in a sharp, hard little voice--a voice immature and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." ... | and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randol... | Daisy Miller |
she said. | No speaker | where you got that pole,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I bought it," responded Randolph. | "I should like to know where you got that pole,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to | the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I bought it," res... | at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. H... | in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette.... | best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pa... | voice immature and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selecte... | it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his l... | Daisy Miller |
"I bought it," | Randolph | got that pole," she said.<|quote|>"I bought it,"</|quote|>responded Randolph. "You don t | like to know where you got that pole," she said.<|quote|>"I bought it,"</|quote|>responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re | mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said.<|quote|>"I bought it,"</|quote|>responded Randol... | what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered... | little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This ... | he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ri... | and yet, somehow, not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the ... | companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but sh... | Daisy Miller |
responded Randolph. | No speaker | she said. "I bought it,"<|quote|>responded Randolph.</|quote|>"You don t mean to | where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it,"<|quote|>responded Randolph.</|quote|>"You don t mean to say you re going to | whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it,"<|quote|>responded Randolph.</|quote|>"You don t mean to ... | be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone t... | The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This little boy and I ha... | to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareh... | not young. Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments,... | His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" c... | Daisy Miller |
"You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" | Daisy Miller | "I bought it," responded Randolph.<|quote|>"You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?"</|quote|>"Yes, I am going to | got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph.<|quote|>"You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?"</|quote|>"Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the | had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph.<|quote|>"You don t mean to say you re going to ... | than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, bu... | lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This little boy and I have made ac... | young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, ... | Winterbourne glanced at the small table near him, on which his coffee service rested, and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of whi... | know. I m an American boy," said the child. "I see you are one of the best!" laughed Winterbourne. "Are you an American man?" pursued this vivacious infant. And then, on Winterbourne s affirmative reply--" "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now... | Daisy Miller |
"Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," | Randolph | to take it to Italy?"<|quote|>"Yes, I am going to take it to Italy,"</|quote|>the child declared. The young | to say you re going to take it to Italy?"<|quote|>"Yes, I am going to take it to Italy,"</|quote|>the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front | retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?"<|quote|>"Yes, I am going to take it to Italy,"</|quote|>the chil... | garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was ... | I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This little boy and I have made acquaintance," he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly awar... | blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery;... | and saw that several morsels of sugar remained. "Yes, you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in ... | compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s... | Daisy Miller |
the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. | No speaker | to take it to Italy,"<|quote|>the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again.</|quote|>"Well, I guess you had | Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy,"<|quote|>the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again.</|quote|>"Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she | say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy,"<|quote|>the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dres... | s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the litt... | observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This little boy and I have made acquaintance," he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to... | not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How... | you may take one," he answered; "but I don t think sugar is good for little boys." This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion,... | best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large p... | Daisy Miller |
"Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," | Daisy Miller | eyes upon the prospect again.<|quote|>"Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere,"</|quote|>she said after a moment. | ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again.<|quote|>"Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere,"</|quote|>she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" | to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again.<|quote|>"Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere,"</|quote|>she said... | but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I... | I have made acquaintance," he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standi... | but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which ove... | of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Wint... | cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing awa... | Daisy Miller |
she said after a moment. | No speaker | had better leave it somewhere,"<|quote|>she said after a moment.</|quote|>"Are you going to Italy?" | again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere,"<|quote|>she said after a moment.</|quote|>"Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone | Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere,"<|quote|>she said after a moment.</|quote|>"Are you going to... | than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. ... | In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl... | with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now conve... | knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that ... | with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now conve... | Daisy Miller |
"Are you going to Italy?" | Winterbourne | she said after a moment.<|quote|>"Are you going to Italy?"</|quote|>Winterbourne inquired in a tone | had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment.<|quote|>"Are you going to Italy?"</|quote|>Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young | to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment.<|quote|>"Are you going to Italy?"</|quote|>Winterbourne inq... | thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over... | been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing... | embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock in... | promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him ... | advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred f... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. | No speaker | "Are you going to Italy?"<|quote|>Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again.</|quote|>"Yes, sir," she replied. And | she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?"<|quote|>Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again.</|quote|>"Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are | the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?"<|quote|>Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respec... | say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and sm... | man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, s... | admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of wh... | poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne s bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take ... | lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hund... | Daisy Miller |
"Yes, sir," | Daisy Miller | lady glanced at him again.<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</|quote|>she replied. And she said | of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again.<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</|quote|>she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over | out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again.<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</|quote|>she replied. And she sa... | where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prosp... | rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at ... | he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady... | sugar with his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They h... | "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She s an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I ima... | Daisy Miller |
she replied. And she said nothing more. | No speaker | at him again. "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>she replied. And she said nothing more.</|quote|>"Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" | respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>she replied. And she said nothing more.</|quote|>"Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. | knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>she replied. And she said nothing more... | got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again.... | conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the ... | prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ... | his teeth. "Oh, blazes; it s har-r-d!" he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all com... | He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This little boy and I have made acquaintance," he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; bu... | Daisy Miller |
"Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" | Winterbourne | And she said nothing more.<|quote|>"Are you--a--going over the Simplon?"</|quote|>Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. | again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more.<|quote|>"Are you--a--going over the Simplon?"</|quote|>Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she | rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more.<|quote|>"Are you--a--going over the Si... | it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave... | could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had ... | in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps,"... | he exclaimed, pronouncing the adjective in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My ... | the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age. "Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "S... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. | No speaker | "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?"<|quote|>Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed.</|quote|>"I don t know," she | And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?"<|quote|>Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed.</|quote|>"I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s | prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?"<|quote|>Winterbourne purs... | t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a m... | pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided th... | near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "Thi... | in a peculiar manner. Winterbourne had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one ... | "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain t the best!" the child declared. "She s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and f... | Daisy Miller |
"I don t know," | Daisy Miller | Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed.<|quote|>"I don t know,"</|quote|>she said. "I suppose it | "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed.<|quote|>"I don t know,"</|quote|>she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what | you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed.<|quote|>"I d... | re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you go... | standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rath... | garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he ga... | had immediately perceived that he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said ... | bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolp... | Daisy Miller |
she said. | No speaker | embarrassed. "I don t know,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I suppose it s some | Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are | it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know,"<|quote|>she said.... | it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Wi... | you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. Whil... | lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scatt... | he might have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came ... | it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his l... | Daisy Miller |
"I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" | Daisy Miller | don t know," she said.<|quote|>"I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?"</|quote|>"Going where?" the child demanded. | pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said.<|quote|>"I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?"</|quote|>"Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I | she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said.<|quote|>"I suppose it ... | Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbo... | a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he wa... | little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the ... | have the honor of claiming him as a fellow countryman. "Take care you don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I ca... | stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This little boy and I have made acquaintance," he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Veve... | Daisy Miller |
"Going where?" | Randolph | mountain are we going over?"<|quote|>"Going where?"</|quote|>the child demanded. "To Italy," | s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?"<|quote|>"Going where?"</|quote|>the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t | a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?"<|quote|>"Going where?"<... | The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at... | glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I shoul... | aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said ... | don t hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them co... | Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This little boy and I have made acquaintance," he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady... | Daisy Miller |
the child demanded. | No speaker | we going over?" "Going where?"<|quote|>the child demanded.</|quote|>"To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I | mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?"<|quote|>the child demanded.</|quote|>"To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. | of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?"<|quote|>the chi... | girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again... | him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to k... | which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterb... | hurt your teeth," he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out... | than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, bu... | Daisy Miller |
"To Italy," | Winterbourne | "Going where?" the child demanded.<|quote|>"To Italy,"</|quote|>Winterbourne explained. "I don t | mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded.<|quote|>"To Italy,"</|quote|>Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don | The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded.<|quote|>"To I... | the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she ... | turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you ... | springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s ... | he said, paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they ... | had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hea... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne explained. | No speaker | the child demanded. "To Italy,"<|quote|>Winterbourne explained.</|quote|>"I don t know," said | we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy,"<|quote|>Winterbourne explained.</|quote|>"I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want | lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy,"<|quote|>Win... | of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. A... | head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that po... | in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!... | paternally. "I haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t co... | were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "... | Daisy Miller |
"I don t know," | Randolph | demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained.<|quote|>"I don t know,"</|quote|>said Randolph. "I don t | over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained.<|quote|>"I don t know,"</|quote|>said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. | at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained.<... | dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she ... | looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she ... | gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried... | haven t got any teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s th... | young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no ... | Daisy Miller |
said Randolph. | No speaker | explained. "I don t know,"<|quote|>said Randolph.</|quote|>"I don t want to | child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know,"<|quote|>said Randolph.</|quote|>"I don t want to go to Italy. I want | sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know,"<|quo... | a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are... | at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," resp... | up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his litt... | teeth to hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Win... | overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another lit... | Daisy Miller |
"I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." | Randolph | don t know," said Randolph.<|quote|>"I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America."</|quote|>"Oh, Italy is a beautiful | "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph.<|quote|>"I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America."</|quote|>"Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. | replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph.... | or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a... | lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded R... | a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard... | hurt. They have all come out. I have only got seven teeth. My mother counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne... | m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked... | Daisy Miller |
"Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" | Winterbourne | want to go to America."<|quote|>"Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!"</|quote|>rejoined the young man. "Can | to go to Italy. I want to go to America."<|quote|>"Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!"</|quote|>rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph | little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America."<|quote|>"Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!"... | I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I d... | he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am ... | up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straigh... | counted them last night, and one came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will ... | springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s ... | Daisy Miller |
rejoined the young man. | No speaker | Italy is a beautiful place!"<|quote|>rejoined the young man.</|quote|>"Can you get candy there?" | to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!"<|quote|>rejoined the young man.</|quote|>"Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope | she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!"<|quote|>rejoined the young man.</|quote|>"C... | it somewhere," she said after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I supp... | farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the ... | is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you h... | came out right afterward. She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "Sh... | He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say y... | Daisy Miller |
"Can you get candy there?" | Randolph | place!" rejoined the young man.<|quote|>"Can you get candy there?"</|quote|>Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope | "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man.<|quote|>"Can you get candy there?"</|quote|>Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister. "I | it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man.<|quote|>"Can you get candy there?"</|quo... | after a moment. "Are you going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. ... | While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl... | he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quie... | She said she d slap me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some ca... | balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked ... | Daisy Miller |
Randolph loudly inquired. | No speaker | "Can you get candy there?"<|quote|>Randolph loudly inquired.</|quote|>"I hope not," said his | place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?"<|quote|>Randolph loudly inquired.</|quote|>"I hope not," said his sister. "I guess you have | what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?"<|quote|>Randolph loudly inquired.</|quote|>... | going to Italy?" Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain a... | something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front o... | scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It s... | me if any more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined... | seat, as if he were prepared to rise. The young lady paused in front of his bench, near the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said th... | Daisy Miller |
"I hope not," | Daisy Miller | candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired.<|quote|>"I hope not,"</|quote|>said his sister. "I guess | young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired.<|quote|>"I hope not,"</|quote|>said his sister. "I guess you have had enough candy, | we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired.<|quote|>"I hope not,"</|quote|>said... | Winterbourne inquired in a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?... | say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and sm... | about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne t... | more came out. I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young... | fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably prett... | Daisy Miller |
said his sister. | No speaker | loudly inquired. "I hope not,"<|quote|>said his sister.</|quote|>"I guess you have had | you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not,"<|quote|>said his sister.</|quote|>"I guess you have had enough candy, and mother thinks | "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not,"<|quote|>said his sister.</|quote|>"I ... | a tone of great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the chil... | lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a kn... | ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a ... | I can t help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. ... | muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!" thought Winterbourne, straightening himself in his seat, as if he were prepar... | Daisy Miller |
"I guess you have had enough candy, and mother thinks so too." | Daisy Miller | hope not," said his sister.<|quote|>"I guess you have had enough candy, and mother thinks so too."</|quote|>"I haven t had any | there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister.<|quote|>"I guess you have had enough candy, and mother thinks so too."</|quote|>"I haven t had any for ever so long--for a | child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister.<|quote|>"I guess you have had enough ca... | great respect. The young lady glanced at him again. "Yes, sir," she replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded... | the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ri... | the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner present... | help it. It s this old Europe. It s the climate that makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t... | s always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-colored ribbon. She was bareheaded, but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of em... | Daisy Miller |
"I haven t had any for ever so long--for a hundred weeks!" | Randolph | and mother thinks so too."<|quote|>"I haven t had any for ever so long--for a hundred weeks!"</|quote|>cried the boy, still jumping | you have had enough candy, and mother thinks so too."<|quote|>"I haven t had any for ever so long--for a hundred weeks!"</|quote|>cried the boy, still jumping about. The young lady inspected | "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister. "I guess you have had enough candy, and mother thinks so too."<|quote|>"I haven t had any for ever so long--for a hundred ... | replied. And she said nothing more. "Are you--a--going over the Simplon?" Winterbourne pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph.... | that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "We... | cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing awa... | makes them come out. In America they didn t come out. It s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American can... | jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Winterbourne. "He s an American man!" cried Randolph, in his little hard voice. The young lady gave no heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed... | Daisy Miller |
cried the boy, still jumping about. The young lady inspected her flounces and smoothed her ribbons again; and Winterbourne presently risked an observation upon the beauty of the view. He was ceasing to be embarrassed, for he had begun to perceive that she was not in the least embarrassed herself. There had not been the... | No speaker | so long--for a hundred weeks!"<|quote|>cried the boy, still jumping about. The young lady inspected her flounces and smoothed her ribbons again; and Winterbourne presently risked an observation upon the beauty of the view. He was ceasing to be embarrassed, for he had begun to perceive that she was not in the least emba... | t had any for ever so long--for a hundred weeks!"<|quote|>cried the boy, still jumping about. The young lady inspected her flounces and smoothed her ribbons again; and Winterbourne presently risked an observation upon the beauty of the view. He was ceasing to be embarrassed, for he had begun to perceive that she was no... | to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister. "I guess you have had enough candy, and mother thinks so too." "I haven t had any for ever so long--for a hundred weeks!"<|quote|>cried the boy, still jumping about.... | pursued, a little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful plac... | mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave it somewhere," she said after a mom... | heed to this announcement, but looked straight at her brother. "Well, I guess you had better be quiet," she simply observed. It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This little boy and I have made acquaintance," ... | s these hotels." Winterbourne was much amused. "If you eat three lumps of sugar, your mother will certainly slap you," he said. "She s got to give me some candy, then," rejoined his young interlocutor. "I can t get any candy here--any American candy. American candy s the best candy." "And are American little boys the b... | garden, which overlooked the lake. The little boy had now converted his alpenstock into a vaulting pole, by the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he ga... | Daisy Miller |
"real American" | Daisy Miller | him if he was a<|quote|>"real American"</|quote|>"; she shouldn t have | mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a<|quote|>"real American"</|quote|>"; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he | but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed toward conversation. She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a<|quote|>"real American"</|quote|>"; she s... | It was not at all insipid, but it was not exactly expressive; and though it was eminently delicate, Winterbourne mentally accused it--very forgivingly--of a want of finish. He thought it very possible that Master Randolph s sister was a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superf... | of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and fresh. They were wonderfully pretty eyes; and, indeed, Winterbourne had not seen for a long time ... | over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister. "I guess you ... | the aid of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," s... | she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and fresh. They were wonderfully pretty ... | Daisy Miller |
"; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he aske... | No speaker | he was a "real American"<|quote|>"; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who ... | Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American"<|quote|>"; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remem... | her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed toward conversation. She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American"<|quote|>"; she shouldn t have ta... | not at all insipid, but it was not exactly expressive; and though it was eminently delicate, Winterbourne mentally accused it--very forgivingly--of a want of finish. He thought it very possible that Master Randolph s sister was a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial l... | benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and fresh. They were wonderfully pretty eyes; and, indeed, Winterbourne had not seen for a long time anythin... | where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister. "I guess you have had enoug... | of which he was springing about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little. "Randolph," said the young lady, "what ARE you doing?" "I m going up the Alps," replied Randolph. "This is the way!" And he gave another little jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne s ears. "That s the way they come down," said Wint... | it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I am going to take it to Italy," the child declared. The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot or two of ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again. "Well, I guess you had better leave... | Daisy Miller |
"if you know where that is." | Daisy Miller | was from New York State--"<|quote|>"if you know where that is."</|quote|>Winterbourne learned more about her | down. She told him she was from New York State--"<|quote|>"if you know where that is."</|quote|>Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her | who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--"<|quote|>"if you know where that is."</|quote|>Winterbou... | American" "; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Th... | was not at all insipid, but it was not exactly expressive; and though it was eminently delicate, Winterbourne mentally accused it--very forgivingly--of a want of finish. He thought it very possible that Master Randolph s sister was a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superfici... | upon the beauty of the view. He was ceasing to be embarrassed, for he had begun to perceive that she was not in the least embarrassed herself. There had not been the slightest alteration in her charming complexion; she was evidently neither offended nor flattered. If she looked another way when he spoke to her, and see... | to Winterbourne that he had been in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This little boy and I have made acquaintance," he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried l... | for he had begun to perceive that she was not in the least embarrassed herself. There had not been the slightest alteration in her charming complexion; she was evidently neither offended nor flattered. If she looked another way when he spoke to her, and seemed not particularly to hear him, this was simply her habit, he... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. | No speaker | you know where that is."<|quote|>Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side.</|quote|>"Tell me your name, my | from New York State--" "if you know where that is."<|quote|>Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side.</|quote|>"Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. | he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is."<|quote|>Winterbourne learned more about her by catching ... | taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should no... | it was not exactly expressive; and though it was eminently delicate, Winterbourne mentally accused it--very forgivingly--of a want of finish. He thought it very possible that Master Randolph s sister was a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was n... | He was ceasing to be embarrassed, for he had begun to perceive that she was not in the least embarrassed herself. There had not been the slightest alteration in her charming complexion; she was evidently neither offended nor flattered. If she looked another way when he spoke to her, and seemed not particularly to hear ... | in a manner presented. He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl, throwing away his cigarette. "This little boy and I have made acquaintance," he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely o... | benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and fresh. They were wonderfully pretty eyes; and, indeed, Winterbourne had not seen for a long time anythin... | Daisy Miller |
"Tell me your name, my boy," | Winterbourne | few minutes by his side.<|quote|>"Tell me your name, my boy,"</|quote|>he said. "Randolph C. Miller," | and making him stand a few minutes by his side.<|quote|>"Tell me your name, my boy,"</|quote|>he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And | she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side.<|quote|>"Tell me your name, my boy,"</|quote|>... | he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sa... | very possible that Master Randolph s sister was a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed toward conversation. She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter-... | not been the slightest alteration in her charming complexion; she was evidently neither offended nor flattered. If she looked another way when he spoke to her, and seemed not particularly to hear him, this was simply her habit, her manner. Yet, as he talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects of interest ... | have made acquaintance," he said, with great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing... | the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and fresh. They were wonderfully pretty eyes; and, indeed, Winterbourne had not seen for a long time anything prettier than his fair countrywoman s various features--her complexion, her nose, her ears, her teeth. He had a great relish for feminine beauty; he was addicted to ... | Daisy Miller |
he said. | No speaker | me your name, my boy,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Randolph C. Miller," said the | minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll | about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Randolph C. Miller," sai... | like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was ... | sister was a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed toward conversation. She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She... | her charming complexion; she was evidently neither offended nor flattered. If she looked another way when he spoke to her, and seemed not particularly to hear him, this was simply her habit, her manner. Yet, as he talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared ... | great civility. In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pret... | are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister. ... | Daisy Miller |
"Randolph C. Miller," | Randolph | name, my boy," he said.<|quote|>"Randolph C. Miller,"</|quote|>said the boy sharply. "And | his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said.<|quote|>"Randolph C. Miller,"</|quote|>said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her | she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said.<|quote|>"Randolph C. Miller,"</|quote|>said the boy s... | but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York St... | a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed toward conversation. She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him ... | complexion; she was evidently neither offended nor flattered. If she looked another way when he spoke to her, and seemed not particularly to hear him, this was simply her habit, her manner. Yet, as he talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacqua... | In Geneva, as he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl... | talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glan... | Daisy Miller |
said the boy sharply. | No speaker | he said. "Randolph C. Miller,"<|quote|>said the boy sharply.</|quote|>"And I ll tell you | me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller,"<|quote|>said the boy sharply.</|quote|>"And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled | down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller,"<|quote|>said the boy sharply.</|quote|>"And I ll ... | had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if y... | was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed toward conversation. She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a "re... | evidently neither offended nor flattered. If she looked another way when he spoke to her, and seemed not particularly to hear him, this was simply her habit, her manner. Yet, as he talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually... | he had been perfectly aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on ... | are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister. ... | Daisy Miller |
"And I ll tell you her name;" | Randolph | Miller," said the boy sharply.<|quote|>"And I ll tell you her name;"</|quote|>and he leveled his alpenstock | boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply.<|quote|>"And I ll tell you her name;"</|quote|>and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. "You had | she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply.<|quote|>"And I ll tell you her name;"</|quote|... | as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where th... | a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed toward conversation. She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American" "; s... | flattered. If she looked another way when he spoke to her, and seemed not particularly to hear him, this was simply her habit, her manner. Yet, as he talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit o... | aware, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s... | child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister. "I guess you have had enough candy, and... | Daisy Miller |
and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. | No speaker | ll tell you her name;"<|quote|>and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister.</|quote|>"You had better wait till | the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;"<|quote|>and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister.</|quote|>"You had better wait till you are asked!" said this | you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;"<|quote|>and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister... | spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more abou... | her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed toward conversation. She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American" "; she shouldn t have taken him ... | he spoke to her, and seemed not particularly to hear him, this was simply her habit, her manner. Yet, as he talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this gl... | liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced a... | little embarrassed. "I don t know," she said. "I suppose it s some mountain. Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoine... | Daisy Miller |
"You had better wait till you are asked!" | Daisy Miller | his alpenstock at his sister.<|quote|>"You had better wait till you are asked!"</|quote|>said this young lady calmly. | her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister.<|quote|>"You had better wait till you are asked!"</|quote|>said this young lady calmly. "I should like very much | about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister.<|quote|>"You had better wait till you are asked!"</|quote... | if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, sl... | no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed toward conversation. She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American" "; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said af... | to hear him, this was simply her habit, her manner. Yet, as he talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It... | except under certain rarely occurring conditions; but here at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked ... | that she was not in the least embarrassed herself. There had not been the slightest alteration in her charming complexion; she was evidently neither offended nor flattered. If she looked another way when he spoke to her, and seemed not particularly to hear him, this was simply her habit, her manner. Yet, as he talked a... | Daisy Miller |
said this young lady calmly. | No speaker | wait till you are asked!"<|quote|>said this young lady calmly.</|quote|>"I should like very much | his sister. "You had better wait till you are asked!"<|quote|>said this young lady calmly.</|quote|>"I should like very much to know your name," said | slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. "You had better wait till you are asked!"<|quote|>said this young lady calmly.</|quote|>"I should ... | sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few... | obvious that she was much disposed toward conversation. She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American" "; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he ... | her manner. Yet, as he talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been ... | at Vevey, what conditions could be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. H... | out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes wer... | Daisy Miller |
"I should like very much to know your name," | Winterbourne | said this young lady calmly.<|quote|>"I should like very much to know your name,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Her name is | wait till you are asked!" said this young lady calmly.<|quote|>"I should like very much to know your name,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Her name is Daisy Miller!" cried the child. | stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. "You had better wait till you are asked!" said this young lady calmly.<|quote|>"I should like very much to know your name,"</|quot... | he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell m... | disposed toward conversation. She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American" "; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laugh... | talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glan... | be better than these?--a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone t... | Randolph, what mountain are we going over?" "Going where?" the child demanded. "To Italy," Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne. | No speaker | much to know your name,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Her name is Daisy Miller!" | calmly. "I should like very much to know your name,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Her name is Daisy Miller!" cried the child. "But that | your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. "You had better wait till you are asked!" said this young lady calmly. "I should like very much to know your name,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Her name is Daisy M... | standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Mille... | going to Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American" "; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Ameri... | the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly... | standing in front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rath... | "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister. "I guess you have had enough candy, and mother thinks so too." "I haven t had any for ever so long--for a hundred weeks!" cried the boy, still jumping about. The young lady inspected her flounces and smoothed her ribbons again; and Wint... | Daisy Miller |
"Her name is Daisy Miller!" | Randolph | know your name," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Her name is Daisy Miller!"</|quote|>cried the child. "But that | should like very much to know your name," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Her name is Daisy Miller!"</|quote|>cried the child. "But that isn t her real name; | my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. "You had better wait till you are asked!" said this young lady calmly. "I should like very much to know your name," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Her name is Daisy Miller!"</|quote|>cri... | and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the... | Rome for the winter--she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American" "; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but... | of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and ... | front of you in a garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retr... | out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes wer... | Daisy Miller |
cried the child. | No speaker | "Her name is Daisy Miller!"<|quote|>cried the child.</|quote|>"But that isn t her | know your name," said Winterbourne. "Her name is Daisy Miller!"<|quote|>cried the child.</|quote|>"But that isn t her real name; that isn t | C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. "You had better wait till you are asked!" said this young lady calmly. "I should like very much to know your name," said Winterbourne. "Her name is Daisy Miller!"<|quote|>cried the child.</|quote|>"But that isn ... | presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tel... | her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American" "; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as h... | with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and fresh. They were wonderfu... | garden. This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was ... | in the least embarrassed herself. There had not been the slightest alteration in her charming complexion; she was evidently neither offended nor flattered. If she looked another way when he spoke to her, and seemed not particularly to hear him, this was simply her habit, her manner. Yet, as he talked a little more and ... | Daisy Miller |
"But that isn t her real name; that isn t her name on her cards." | Randolph | Daisy Miller!" cried the child.<|quote|>"But that isn t her real name; that isn t her name on her cards."</|quote|>"It s a pity you | said Winterbourne. "Her name is Daisy Miller!" cried the child.<|quote|>"But that isn t her real name; that isn t her name on her cards."</|quote|>"It s a pity you haven t got one of | the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. "You had better wait till you are asked!" said this young lady calmly. "I should like very much to know your name," said Winterbourne. "Her name is Daisy Miller!" cried the child.<|quote|>"But that isn t her real name; that isn ... | She told him she was from New York State--" "if you know where that is." Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and... | Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American" "; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, m... | appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and fresh. They were wonderfully pretty eyes... | American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne s observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of somethin... | Winterbourne explained. "I don t know," said Randolph. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to go to America." "Oh, Italy is a beautiful place!" rejoined the young man. "Can you get candy there?" Randolph loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister. "I guess you have had enough candy, and mother thinks so too." "I h... | Daisy Miller |
"It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!" | Daisy Miller | her name on her cards."<|quote|>"It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!"</|quote|>said Miss Miller. "Her real | real name; that isn t her name on her cards."<|quote|>"It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!"</|quote|>said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," | at his sister. "You had better wait till you are asked!" said this young lady calmly. "I should like very much to know your name," said Winterbourne. "Her name is Daisy Miller!" cried the child. "But that isn t her real name; that isn t her name on her cards."<|quote|>"It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!"</|qu... | Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small, slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. "You had better wait till you a... | taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should no... | then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and fresh. They were wonderfully pretty eyes; and, indeed, Winterbourne had not seen for a long time anything prettier than his fair co... | her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got tha... | had any for ever so long--for a hundred weeks!" cried the boy, still jumping about. The young lady inspected her flounces and smoothed her ribbons again; and Winterbourne presently risked an observation upon the beauty of the view. He was ceasing to be embarrassed, for he had begun to perceive that she was not in the l... | Daisy Miller |
said Miss Miller. | No speaker | got one of my cards!"<|quote|>said Miss Miller.</|quote|>"Her real name is Annie | a pity you haven t got one of my cards!"<|quote|>said Miss Miller.</|quote|>"Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went | this young lady calmly. "I should like very much to know your name," said Winterbourne. "Her name is Daisy Miller!" cried the child. "But that isn t her real name; that isn t her name on her cards." "It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!"<|quote|>said Miss Miller.</|quote|>"Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the... | brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. "You had better wait till you are asked!" said this young lady calmly. "I should like very much to know you... | after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had ju... | was not, however, what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and fresh. They were wonderfully pretty eyes; and, indeed, Winterbourne had not seen for a long time anything prettier than his fair countrywoman s various features--her complexion, her nose, her ears, her... | opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You... | "; she shouldn t have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German--this was said after a little hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he aske... | Daisy Miller |
"Her real name is Annie P. Miller," | Randolph | my cards!" said Miss Miller.<|quote|>"Her real name is Annie P. Miller,"</|quote|>the boy went on. "Ask | haven t got one of my cards!" said Miss Miller.<|quote|>"Her real name is Annie P. Miller,"</|quote|>the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his | calmly. "I should like very much to know your name," said Winterbourne. "Her name is Daisy Miller!" cried the child. "But that isn t her real name; that isn t her name on her cards." "It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!" said Miss Miller.<|quote|>"Her real name is Annie P. Miller,"</|quote|>the boy went on. "A... | him stand a few minutes by his side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. "You had better wait till you are asked!" said this young lady calmly. "I should like very much to know your name," said Winte... | hesitation--especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She... | what would have been called an immodest glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and fresh. They were wonderfully pretty eyes; and, indeed, Winterbourne had not seen for a long time anything prettier than his fair countrywoman s various features--her complexion, her nose, her ears, her teeth. He had a g... | wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you ... | loudly inquired. "I hope not," said his sister. "I guess you have had enough candy, and mother thinks so too." "I haven t had any for ever so long--for a hundred weeks!" cried the boy, still jumping about. The young lady inspected her flounces and smoothed her ribbons again; and Winterbourne presently risked an observa... | Daisy Miller |
the boy went on. | No speaker | name is Annie P. Miller,"<|quote|>the boy went on.</|quote|>"Ask him HIS name," said | said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller,"<|quote|>the boy went on.</|quote|>"Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But | know your name," said Winterbourne. "Her name is Daisy Miller!" cried the child. "But that isn t her real name; that isn t her name on her cards." "It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller,"<|quote|>the boy went on.</|quote|>"Ask him HIS name," said his sister, i... | side. "Tell me your name, my boy," he said. "Randolph C. Miller," said the boy sharply. "And I ll tell you her name;" and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister. "You had better wait till you are asked!" said this young lady calmly. "I should like very much to know your name," said Winterbourne. "Her name is Daisy Mil... | that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans, but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she present... | glance, for the young girl s eyes were singularly honest and fresh. They were wonderfully pretty eyes; and, indeed, Winterbourne had not seen for a long time anything prettier than his fair countrywoman s various features--her complexion, her nose, her ears, her teeth. He had a great relish for feminine beauty; he was ... | but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again. "I should like to know where you got that pole," she said. "I bought it," responded Randolph. "You don t mean to say you re going to take it to Italy?" "Yes, I... | manner. Yet, as he talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared quite unacquainted, she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance; and then he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking. It was not, however, what would have been call... | Daisy Miller |
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