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"Ask him HIS name," | Daisy Miller | Miller," the boy went on.<|quote|>"Ask him HIS name,"</|quote|>said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. | real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on.<|quote|>"Ask him HIS name,"</|quote|>said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph | 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," the boy went on.<|quote|>"Ask him HIS name,"</|quote|>said his sister, indicating Winterbourne... | 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 Miller!" cried the chil... | 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 sat down. She... | 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 observing ... | 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 going to take it... | 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 of her glance; and then he saw tha... | Daisy Miller |
said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. | No speaker | on. "Ask him HIS name,"<|quote|>said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family.</|quote|>"My father s name is | P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name,"<|quote|>said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family.</|quote|>"My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. | 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," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name,"<|quote|>said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed ... | 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 Miller!" cried the child. "But that isn t... | 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 from ... | 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 observing and analyzing it;... | 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 child dec... | 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 anything prettier than... | Daisy Miller |
"My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," | Randolph | regard to his own family.<|quote|>"My father s name is Ezra B. Miller,"</|quote|>he announced. "My father ain | continued to supply information with regard to his own family.<|quote|>"My father s name is Ezra B. Miller,"</|quote|>he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father | you haven t got one of my cards!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family.<|quote|>"My father s name is E... | 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." "It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name... | 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, slipp... | countrywoman s various features--her complexion, her nose, her ears, her teeth. He had a great relish for feminine beauty; he was addicted to observing and analyzing it; and as regards this young lady s face he made several observations. It was not at all insipid, but it was not exactly expressive; and though it was em... | 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 ribbon. Then she rested her eyes upon t... | 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... | Daisy Miller |
he announced. | No speaker | name is Ezra B. Miller,"<|quote|>he announced.</|quote|>"My father ain t in | own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller,"<|quote|>he announced.</|quote|>"My father ain t in Europe; my father s in | said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller,"<|quote|>he announced.</|qu... | 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!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "As... | 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 minutes... | ears, her teeth. He had a great relish for feminine beauty; he was addicted to observing and analyzing it; and as regards this young lady s face he made several observations. It was not at all insipid, but it was not exactly expressive; and though it was eminently delicate, Winterbourne mentally accused it--very forgiv... | 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. "Well, I guess you ... | 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 not be more comfortable in sitting upon t... | Daisy Miller |
"My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe." | Randolph | Ezra B. Miller," he announced.<|quote|>"My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe."</|quote|>Winterbourne imagined for a moment | "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced.<|quote|>"My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe."</|quote|>Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner | Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced.<|quote|>"My father ain... | 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!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS n... | 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 minutes by his s... | teeth. He had a great relish for feminine beauty; he was addicted to observing and analyzing it; and as regards this young lady s face he made several observations. 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 ... | 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. "Well, I guess you had bette... | 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, her ma... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, | No speaker | a better place than Europe."<|quote|>Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added,</|quote|>"My father s in Schenectady. | Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe."<|quote|>Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added,</|quote|>"My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big | name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe."<|quote|>Winterbourne ima... | 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," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfe... | 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 boy sharply... | analyzing it; and as regards this young lady s face he made several observations. 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 c... | 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... | 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 tee... | Daisy Miller |
"My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" | Randolph | reward. But Randolph immediately added,<|quote|>"My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!"</|quote|>"Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering | to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added,<|quote|>"My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!"</|quote|>"Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at | "My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added,<|quote|>"My father s in Schenectady. He s... | Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Eu... | 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 your name," sai... | 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 no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed toward conversation. ... | 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--going over the Simplo... | for feminine beauty; he was addicted to observing and analyzing it; and as regards this young lady s face he made several observations. 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 ... | Daisy Miller |
"Well!" | Daisy Miller | father s rich, you bet!"<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her | got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!"<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the | for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!"<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>ejaculated Miss Miller, lowe... | his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment t... | "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 Miller!" cried the child. "But that isn t her r... | 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 ... | 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 suppose it s some m... | regards this young lady s face he made several observations. 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 ... | Daisy Miller |
ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. | No speaker | s rich, you bet!" "Well!"<|quote|>ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path.</|quote|>"He doesn t like Europe," | a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!"<|quote|>ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path.</|quote|>"He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He | a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!"<|quote|>ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her para... | sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that ... | 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!" cried the child. "But that isn t her real name; ... | 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 if... | 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 suppose it s some mount... | 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 wonderfully p... | Daisy Miller |
"He doesn t like Europe," | Daisy Miller | his alpenstock along the path.<|quote|>"He doesn t like Europe,"</|quote|>said the young girl. "He | the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path.<|quote|>"He doesn t like Europe,"</|quote|>said the young girl. "He wants to go back." "To | of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the pa... | name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "M... | 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." "It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Mil... | 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 after a little hesitatio... | 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," said... | 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 sat down. She told hi... | Daisy Miller |
said the young girl. | No speaker | "He doesn t like Europe,"<|quote|>said the young girl.</|quote|>"He wants to go back." | his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe,"<|quote|>said the young girl.</|quote|>"He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; | immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe,"<|quo... | he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady... | 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!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "As... | 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 spoke. W... | 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. "I don t want to... | 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 no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she... | Daisy Miller |
"He wants to go back." | Daisy Miller | Europe," said the young girl.<|quote|>"He wants to go back."</|quote|>"To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; | path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl.<|quote|>"He wants to go back."</|quote|>"To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right | s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl.<|quote|>"He w... | ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business... | "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. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said hi... | 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... | 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. "I don t want to go to Italy. I want to ... | 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 asked her i... | Daisy Miller |
"To Schenectady, you mean?" | Winterbourne | "He wants to go back."<|quote|>"To Schenectady, you mean?"</|quote|>"Yes; he wants to go | Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back."<|quote|>"To Schenectady, you mean?"</|quote|>"Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t | got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back."<|quote|>"To S... | father s in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, ... | 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. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Wint... | 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, laughing, answered that he had met Germans w... | 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... | 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. "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 ... | Daisy Miller |
"Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." | Daisy Miller | back." "To Schenectady, you mean?"<|quote|>"Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play."</|quote|>"And your brother hasn t | girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?"<|quote|>"Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play."</|quote|>"And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother | My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?"<|quot... | better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Wel... | 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," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on thi... | 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... | "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!" rejoined the young man. "Ca... | 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, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke ... | Daisy Miller |
"And your brother hasn t any teacher?" | Winterbourne | won t let him play."<|quote|>"And your brother hasn t any teacher?"</|quote|>Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of | round with a teacher; they won t let him play."<|quote|>"And your brother hasn t any teacher?"</|quote|>Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel | doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play."<|quote|>"And your brother hasn t any teacher?"</|quote|>Winterbourne inqui... | celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path.... | one of my cards!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he annou... | 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 not be more comfortable in sitting upon t... | 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 haven t had any for ever so long--for a hundre... | 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... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne inquired. | No speaker | brother hasn t any teacher?"<|quote|>Winterbourne inquired.</|quote|>"Mother thought of getting him | let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?"<|quote|>Winterbourne inquired.</|quote|>"Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with | girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?"<|quote|>Winterbourne inquired.</|quote|>"Mother thought of getting him o... | father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wa... | "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my... | 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... | 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 haven t had any for ever so long--for a hundred weeks!" cried the boy, still... | 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. "But that isn t her real name; that isn t her na... | Daisy Miller |
"Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sanders. I think she came from Boston. She told her of this teacher, and we thought of getting him to travel round with us. But Randolph said he didn t want a teach... | Daisy Miller | t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired.<|quote|>"Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sanders. I think she came from Boston. She told her of this teacher, and we thought of getting him to travel round wi... | play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired.<|quote|>"Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sanders. I think she came from Boston. She told her of this teacher, and we thought of ... | wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired.<|quote|>"Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round... | in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go... | name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father s ... | 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 answered that she liked sta... | 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 haven t had any for ever so long--for a hundred weeks!" cried the boy, still jumping a... | feminine beauty; he was addicted to observing and analyzing it; and as regards this young lady s face he made several observations. 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 v... | Daisy Miller |
"Yes," | Winterbourne | him. He s very smart."<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne; "he seems very | instruction than I could give him. He s very smart."<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne; "he seems very smart." "Mother s going to | English lady we met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her. She wanted to know why I didn t give Randolph lessons--give him instruction, she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very smart."<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne; "he see... | and we thought of getting him to travel round with us. But Randolph said he didn t want a teacher traveling round with us. He said he wouldn t have lessons when he was in the cars. And we ARE in the cars about half the time. There was an English lady we met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps y... | doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thou... | 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." "It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller,"... | 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 was not, however, wha... | 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. "But that isn t her real name; that isn t her name on her cards." "It s a pity y... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne; | No speaker | He s very smart." "Yes,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne;</|quote|>"he seems very smart." "Mother | than I could give him. He s very smart." "Yes,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne;</|quote|>"he seems very smart." "Mother s going to get a | lady we met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her. She wanted to know why I didn t give Randolph lessons--give him instruction, she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very smart." "Yes,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne;</|quote|>"he seems very ... | we thought of getting him to travel round with us. But Randolph said he didn t want a teacher traveling round with us. He said he wouldn t have lessons when he was in the cars. And we ARE in the cars about half the time. There was an English lady we met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you k... | t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of... | 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." "It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the... | 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 was not, however, what would... | lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. The... | Daisy Miller |
"he seems very smart." | Winterbourne | very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne;<|quote|>"he seems very smart."</|quote|>"Mother s going to get | could give him. He s very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne;<|quote|>"he seems very smart."</|quote|>"Mother s going to get a teacher for him as | met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her. She wanted to know why I didn t give Randolph lessons--give him instruction, she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne;<|quote|>"he seems very smart."</|quote|>... | of getting him to travel round with us. But Randolph said he didn t want a teacher traveling round with us. He said he wouldn t have lessons when he was in the cars. And we ARE in the cars about half the time. There was an English lady we met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her. Sh... | Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of gettin... | 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." "It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on... | 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 ... | child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne... | Daisy Miller |
"Mother s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" | Daisy Miller | Winterbourne; "he seems very smart."<|quote|>"Mother s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?"</|quote|>"Very good, I should think," | s very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne; "he seems very smart."<|quote|>"Mother s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?"</|quote|>"Very good, I should think," said Winterbourne. "Or else she | think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her. She wanted to know why I didn t give Randolph lessons--give him instruction, she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne; "he seems very smart."<|quote|>"Mother s going to get a tea... | travel round with us. But Randolph said he didn t want a teacher traveling round with us. He said he wouldn t have lessons when he was in the cars. And we ARE in the cars about half the time. There was an English lady we met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her. She wanted to know w... | girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel rou... | 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. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name,"... | 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 called an immodest g... | 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 about her by catching hold of her small... | Daisy Miller |
"Very good, I should think," | Winterbourne | get good teachers in Italy?"<|quote|>"Very good, I should think,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Or else she | get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?"<|quote|>"Very good, I should think,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Or else she s going to find some | she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne; "he seems very smart." "Mother s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?"<|quote|>"Very good, I should think,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "O... | lessons when he was in the cars. And we ARE in the cars about half the time. There was an English lady we met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her. She wanted to know why I didn t give Randolph lessons--give him instruction, she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction t... | here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sander... | 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," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply informat... | 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; and, indeed, Winterbourne h... | 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." "It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!" said Miss Mille... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne. | No speaker | "Very good, I should think,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Or else she s going | get good teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Or else she s going to find some school. He | he could give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne; "he seems very smart." "Mother s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Or else she s going to f... | the cars. And we ARE in the cars about half the time. There was an English lady we met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her. She wanted to know why I didn t give Randolph lessons--give him instruction, she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him. H... | here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sanders. I think she came fro... | 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," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his... | 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 ... | released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him pla... | Daisy Miller |
"Or else she s going to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college." | Daisy Miller | I should think," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Or else she s going to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college."</|quote|>And in this way Miss | teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Or else she s going to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college."</|quote|>And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon | give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne; "he seems very smart." "Mother s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Or else she s going to find some school. H... | And we ARE in the cars about half the time. There was an English lady we met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her. She wanted to know why I didn t give Randolph lessons--give him instruction, she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very s... | he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sanders. I think she came from Boston. ... | 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," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own f... | 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... | business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you me... | Daisy Miller |
And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other topics. She sat there with her extremely pretty hands, ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap, and with her pretty eyes now resting upon those of Winterbourne, now wandering over the garden, the people who p... | No speaker | He s going to college."<|quote|>And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other topics. She sat there with her extremely pretty hands, ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap, and with her pretty eyes now resting upon those of Winterbourne, now wandering o... | more. He s only nine. He s going to college."<|quote|>And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other topics. She sat there with her extremely pretty hands, ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap, and with her pretty eyes now resting upon those of Winterb... | get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think," said Winterbourne. "Or else she s going to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college."<|quote|>And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs... | Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her. She wanted to know why I didn t give Randolph lessons--give him instruction, she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne; "he seems very smart." "Mother s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we ... | of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sanders. I think she came from Boston. She told her of this teacher, and we thought of getting him to travel round with us. But Randolph said he didn t want a teacher traveling rou... | Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a bet... | 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 great relish for femin... | indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. M... | Daisy Miller |
"That English lady in the cars," | Daisy Miller | at which they had stopped.<|quote|>"That English lady in the cars,"</|quote|>she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me | in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped.<|quote|>"That English lady in the cars,"</|quote|>she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all | and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped.<|quote|>"That E... | many years since he had heard a young girl talk so much. It might have been said of this unknown young lady, who had come and sat down beside him upon a bench, that she chattered. She was very quiet; she sat in a charming, tranquil attitude; but her lips and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agr... | to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other topics. She sat there with her extremely pretty hands, ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap, and with her pretty ey... | a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sanders. I think she came from Boston. She told her of this teach... | 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... | on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the chil... | Daisy Miller |
she said--" | No speaker | English lady in the cars,"<|quote|>she said--"</|quote|>"Miss Featherstone--asked me if we | which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars,"<|quote|>she said--"</|quote|>"Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in | She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars,"<|quote|>she said--"... | a young girl talk so much. It might have been said of this unknown young lady, who had come and sat down beside him upon a bench, that she chattered. She was very quiet; she sat in a charming, tranquil attitude; but her lips and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was... | to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other topics. She sat there with her extremely pretty hands, ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap, and with her pretty eyes now resting upon those of W... | him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sanders. I think she came from Boston. She told her of this teacher, and we thought of gett... | 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 not be more comfortable in sitt... | like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of g... | Daisy Miller |
"Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to Europe. I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels." | Daisy Miller | in the cars," she said--"<|quote|>"Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to Europe. I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels."</|quote|>But Miss Miller did not | had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--"<|quote|>"Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to Europe. I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels."</|quote|>But Miss Miller did not make this r... | a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--"<|quote|>"Miss F... | girl talk so much. It might have been said of this unknown young lady, who had come and sat down beside him upon a bench, that she chattered. She was very quiet; she sat in a charming, tranquil attitude; but her lips and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decided... | some more. He s only nine. He s going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other topics. She sat there with her extremely pretty hands, ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap, and with her pretty eyes now resting upon those of Winterbour... | "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sanders. I think she came from Boston. She told her of this teacher, and we thought of getting him to ... | 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 not be more comfortable in sitting upon t... | my father s in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s ric... | Daisy Miller |
But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so muc... | No speaker | many--it s nothing but hotels."<|quote|>But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Per... | I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels."<|quote|>But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappo... | English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to Europe. I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels."<|quote|>But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accen... | her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady ... | folded in her lap, and with her pretty eyes now resting upon those of Winterbourne, now wandering over the garden, the people who passed by, and the beautiful view. She talked to Winterbourne as if she had known him a long time. He found it very pleasant. It was many years since he had heard a young girl talk so much. ... | Boston. She told her of this teacher, and we thought of getting him to travel round with us. But Randolph said he didn t want a teacher traveling round with us. He said he wouldn t have lessons when he was in the cars. And we ARE in the cars about half the time. There was an English lady we met in the cars--I think her... | 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 about her by catching hold of her... | "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a better place than Europe." Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediat... | Daisy Miller |
"It was a kind of a wishing cap," | Winterbourne | if she were in Europe.<|quote|>"It was a kind of a wishing cap,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss | Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe.<|quote|>"It was a kind of a wishing cap,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; | had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe.<|quote|>"It was a kind of a wishing cap,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Ye... | make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She h... | She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss F... | very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne; "he seems very smart." "Mother s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think," said Winterbourne. "Or else she s going to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to col... | 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." "It s a pity you haven t got one of my cards!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P... | know why I didn t give Randolph lessons--give him instruction, she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne; "he seems very smart." "Mother s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Ver... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne. | No speaker | kind of a wishing cap,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Yes," said Miss Miller without | in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always | had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Yes," said Miss Miller without examining ... | appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been... | her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in... | smart." "Mother s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think," said Winterbourne. "Or else she s going to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to conver... | 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!" said Miss Miller. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS n... | this teacher, and we thought of getting him to travel round with us. But Randolph said he didn t want a teacher traveling round with us. He said he wouldn t have lessons when he was in the cars. And we ARE in the cars about half the time. There was an English lady we met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherst... | Daisy Miller |
"Yes," | Daisy Miller | a wishing cap," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Miss Miller without examining | "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made | so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Miss Miller without examining this anal... | be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever ... | was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels i... | s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think," said Winterbourne. "Or else she s going to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affa... | "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. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said hi... | why I didn t give Randolph lessons--give him instruction, she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very smart." "Yes," said Winterbourne; "he seems very smart." "Mother s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Very goo... | Daisy Miller |
said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; | No speaker | wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Miss Miller without examining this analogy;</|quote|>"it always made me wish | was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Miss Miller without examining this analogy;</|quote|>"it always made me wish I was here. But I | many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Miss Miller without examining this analogy;</|quote... | in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so ... | decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in Am... | going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think," said Winterbourne. "Or else she s going to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affair... | 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. "Her real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his s... | wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an A... | Daisy Miller |
"it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like," | Daisy Miller | Miller without examining this analogy;<|quote|>"it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like,"</|quote|>she proceeded, "is the society. | said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy;<|quote|>"it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like,"</|quote|>she proceeded, "is the socie... | ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy;<|quote|>"it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t... | declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever s... | of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels... | as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think," said Winterbourne. "Or else she s going to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other ... | 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," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But... | He s only nine. He s going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other topics. She sat there with her extremely pretty hands, ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap, and with her pretty eyes now resting upon those of Winterbourne, now wan... | Daisy Miller |
she proceeded, | No speaker | thing I don t like,"<|quote|>she proceeded,</|quote|>"is the society. There isn | frightful things here. The only thing I don t like,"<|quote|>she proceeded,</|quote|>"is the society. There isn t any society; or, if | "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like,"<|quote|>she proceeded,</|quote|>"is the society. There isn t any... | so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always m... | live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to Europe. I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels." But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were ve... | going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other topics. She sat there with her extremely pretty hands, ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap, and with her pretty eyes now resting upon those of Winterbourne, now wandering over the garde... | real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my fath... | and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as si... | Daisy Miller |
"is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New ... | Daisy Miller | don t like," she proceeded,<|quote|>"is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, b... | here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded,<|quote|>"is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean... | Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded,<|quote|>"is the society. There isn t any society; or, if ther... | intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made me w... | hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to Europe. I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels." But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good,... | college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other topics. She sat there with her extremely pretty hands, ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap, and with her pretty eyes now resting upon those of Winterbourne, now wandering over the garden, the pe... | is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my father s in a ... | very good teacher; an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sanders. I think she came from Boston. She told her of this teacher, and we thought of getting him to travel round with us. But Randolph said he didn t want a teacher traveling round with us. He said he wouldn t have lessons when he was in the cars. And we... | Daisy Miller |
"Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," | Daisy Miller | I had lots of society."<|quote|>"Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen,"</|quote|>added Daisy Miller. "I have | every winter. In New York I had lots of society."<|quote|>"Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen,"</|quote|>added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York | haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society."<|quote|>"Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen,"</|qu... | ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have ... | a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said ... | was many years since he had heard a young girl talk so much. It might have been said of this unknown young lady, who had come and sat down beside him upon a bench, that she chattered. She was very quiet; she sat in a charming, tranquil attitude; but her lips and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender,... | Mr. Miller had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward. But Randolph immediately added, "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who depa... | half the time. There was an English lady we met in the cars--I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her. She wanted to know why I didn t give Randolph lessons--give him instruction, she called it. I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him. He s very smart." "Yes," said Winterbour... | Daisy Miller |
added Daisy Miller. | No speaker | of them were by gentlemen,"<|quote|>added Daisy Miller.</|quote|>"I have more friends in | dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen,"<|quote|>added Daisy Miller.</|quote|>"I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more | always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen,"<|quote|>added Daisy Miller.</|quote|>"I have more friends in New York than in ... | t like," she proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New Yo... | had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it... | have been said of this unknown young lady, who had come and sat down beside him upon a bench, that she chattered. She was very quiet; she sat in a charming, tranquil attitude; but her lips and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winter... | "My father s in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "H... | s going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think," said Winterbourne. "Or else she s going to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affa... | Daisy Miller |
"I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," | Daisy Miller | by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too,"</|quote|>she resumed in a moment. | and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too,"</|quote|>she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an | great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gent... | proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to... | many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made... | of this unknown young lady, who had come and sat down beside him upon a bench, that she chattered. She was very quiet; she sat in a charming, tranquil attitude; but her lips and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a histor... | in Schenectady. He s got a big business. My father s rich, you bet!" "Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go... | teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy. Can you get good teachers in Italy?" "Very good, I should think," said Winterbourne. "Or else she s going to find some school. He ought to learn some more. He s only nine. He s going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family... | Daisy Miller |
she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. | No speaker | more young lady friends too,"<|quote|>she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile.</|quote|>"I have always had," she | in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too,"<|quote|>she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile.</|quote|>"I have always had," she said, "a great deal of | go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too,"<|quote|>she resumed in a moment. She p... | it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seve... | many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the ... | chattered. She was very quiet; she sat in a charming, tranquil attitude; but her lips and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and en... | lowering her parasol and looking at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path. "He doesn t like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. The... | She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss F... | Daisy Miller |
"I have always had," | Daisy Miller | her light, slightly monotonous smile.<|quote|>"I have always had,"</|quote|>she said, "a great deal | her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile.<|quote|>"I have always had,"</|quote|>she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor | Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile.<|quote|>"I have always... | a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman ... | "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if ... | was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels i... | "He wants to go back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round wit... | that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as... | Daisy Miller |
she said, | No speaker | smile. "I have always had,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"a great deal of gentlemen | in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"a great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was | friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had,"<|quote|>she said,</|qu... | it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and mor... | without examining this analogy; "it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know w... | gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had ... | back." "To Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was ... | who had come and sat down beside him upon a bench, that she chattered. She was very quiet; she sat in a charming, tranquil attitude; but her lips and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and inten... | Daisy Miller |
"a great deal of gentlemen s society." | Daisy Miller | have always had," she said,<|quote|>"a great deal of gentlemen s society."</|quote|>Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, | light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," she said,<|quote|>"a great deal of gentlemen s society."</|quote|>Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had | New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," she said,<|quote|>"a great deal o... | don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more youn... | this analogy; "it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itse... | a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so m... | Schenectady, you mean?" "Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told... | "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if ... | Daisy Miller |
Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actua... | No speaker | deal of gentlemen s society."<|quote|>Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was h... | had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society."<|quote|>Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of ... | and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society."<|quote|>Poor Winterbourne was amused, ... | in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in ... | I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some so... | and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to E... | go right home. He hasn t got any boys here. There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher; they won t let him play." "And your brother hasn t any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired. "Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us. There was a lady told her of a very good teacher; an American l... | was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were... | Daisy Miller |
"Have you been to that old castle?" | Daisy Miller | on the way to learn.<|quote|>"Have you been to that old castle?"</|quote|>asked the young girl, pointing | became apparent that he was on the way to learn.<|quote|>"Have you been to that old castle?"</|quote|>asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the | leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn.<|quote|>"Have you been to that old castle?"<... | with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked... | had lost his instinct in this matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pret... | again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express ... | in a charming, tranquil attitude; but her lips and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various ho... | gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile... | Daisy Miller |
asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. | No speaker | been to that old castle?"<|quote|>asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon.</|quote|>"Yes, formerly, more than once," | way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?"<|quote|>asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon.</|quote|>"Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I | to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?"<|quote|>asked the young girl, pointing with h... | to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most char... | and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as ye... | at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, a... | lips and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That Engl... | York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a momen... | Daisy Miller |
"Yes, formerly, more than once," | Winterbourne | of the Chateau de Chillon.<|quote|>"Yes, formerly, more than once,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "You too, I | parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon.<|quote|>"Yes, formerly, more than once,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; | the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon.<|quote|>"Yes, formerly, more th... | was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limit... | him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three w... | "I have always had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain lax... | was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels i... | to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne. | No speaker | "Yes, formerly, more than once,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"You too, I suppose, have | of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven | of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"... | only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a... | girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss ... | said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And ye... | Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never... | fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actual or potential inconduite, as they said at Geneva? He felt that he had lived at Geneva so long that he had lost a good deal; he h... | Daisy Miller |
"You too, I suppose, have seen it?" | Winterbourne | more than once," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"You too, I suppose, have seen it?"</|quote|>"No; we haven t been | Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"You too, I suppose, have seen it?"</|quote|>"No; we haven t been there. I want to go | s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"You too, I suppo... | pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty... | exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Mille... | great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he ... | history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so man... | designing, an audacious, an unscrupulous young person? Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were... | Daisy Miller |
"No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." | Daisy Miller | I suppose, have seen it?"<|quote|>"No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle."</|quote|>"It s a very pretty | once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?"<|quote|>"No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle."</|quote|>"It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very | It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?"<|quote|>"No; we haven t been ther... | for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he wa... | that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, wi... | Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actual or ... | those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--" "Miss Featherstone--asked me if we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to Europ... | amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actual or potential incondu... | Daisy Miller |
"It s a very pretty excursion," | Winterbourne | having seen that old castle."<|quote|>"It s a very pretty excursion,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne, "and very easy | go away from here without having seen that old castle."<|quote|>"It s a very pretty excursion,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, | the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle."<|quote|>"It s a very pretty excursion,"</|quote|>sai... | he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, for... | this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that... | seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actual or potential inconduite, as they said at Geneva? He felt that he had lived at Geneva so long that he had lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the American tone. Never, indeed, sinc... | we didn t all live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to Europe. I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels." But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the ... | American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were ... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne, | No speaker | s a very pretty excursion,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne,</|quote|>"and very easy to make. | seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne,</|quote|>"and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, | more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne,</|quote|>"and very easy to make. ... | conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winte... | in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticat... | of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actual or potential inconduite, as they said at Geneva? He felt that he had lived at Geneva so long that he had lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the American tone. Never, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate ... | hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to Europe. I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels." But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good,... | He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actual or potential inconduite, as they said at Geneva? He felt that ... | Daisy Miller |
"and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." | Winterbourne | very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer."</|quote|>"You can go in the | old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer."</|quote|>"You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; | once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"and very easy to make. You can drive, you ... | limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You t... | two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was... | certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actual or potential inconduite, as they said at Geneva? He felt that he had lived at Geneva so long that he had lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the American tone. Never, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate thing... | America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to Europe. I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels." But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once... | very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in N... | Daisy Miller |
"You can go in the cars," | Daisy Miller | go by the little steamer."<|quote|>"You can go in the cars,"</|quote|>said Miss Miller. "Yes; you | you know, or you can go by the little steamer."<|quote|>"You can go in the cars,"</|quote|>said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," | to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer."<|quote|>"You can go in the cars,"</|quote|>said Miss Miller. ... | the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean t... | great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Mil... | as they said at Geneva? He felt that he had lived at Geneva so long that he had lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the American tone. Never, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young American girl of so pronounced a type as this. Certainly she was very charming... | came to Europe. I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels." But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not... | York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking ... | Daisy Miller |
said Miss Miller. | No speaker | can go in the cars,"<|quote|>said Miss Miller.</|quote|>"Yes; you can go in | by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars,"<|quote|>said Miss Miller.</|quote|>"Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our | I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars,"<|quote|>said Miss Miller.</|quote|>"Yes; you can go in the cars," Win... | been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go aw... | one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himsel... | felt that he had lived at Geneva so long that he had lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the American tone. Never, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young American girl of so pronounced a type as this. Certainly she was very charming, but how deucedly sociable... | seen so many--it s nothing but hotels." But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Per... | "I have always had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain lax... | Daisy Miller |
"Yes; you can go in the cars," | Winterbourne | the cars," said Miss Miller.<|quote|>"Yes; you can go in the cars,"</|quote|>Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says | steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller.<|quote|>"Yes; you can go in the cars,"</|quote|>Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up | go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller.<|quote|>"Yes; you can go in the cars,"</|quote|>Winterbourne ... | old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here ... | were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had t... | had lived at Geneva so long that he had lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the American tone. Never, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young American girl of so pronounced a type as this. Certainly she was very charming, but how deucedly sociable! Was she sim... | s nothing but hotels." But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was becau... | in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticat... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne assented. | No speaker | can go in the cars,"<|quote|>Winterbourne assented.</|quote|>"Our courier says they take | said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars,"<|quote|>Winterbourne assented.</|quote|>"Our courier says they take you right up to the | from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars,"<|quote|>Winterbourne assented.</|quote|>"Our courier says t... | with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s ... | But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever se... | he had lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the American tone. Never, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young American girl of so pronounced a type as this. Certainly she was very charming, but how deucedly sociable! Was she simply a pretty girl from New York S... | did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it befor... | others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respe... | Daisy Miller |
"Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," | Daisy Miller | in the cars," Winterbourne assented.<|quote|>"Our courier says they take you right up to the castle,"</|quote|>the young girl continued. "We | Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented.<|quote|>"Our courier says they take you right up to the castle,"</|quote|>the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but | without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented.<|quote|>"Our courier says they take you right ... | parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pr... | young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wo... | lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the American tone. Never, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young American girl of so pronounced a type as this. Certainly she was very charming, but how deucedly sociable! Was she simply a pretty girl from New York State? W... | make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She h... | him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with youn... | Daisy Miller |
the young girl continued. | No speaker | right up to the castle,"<|quote|>the young girl continued.</|quote|>"We were going last week, | courier says they take you right up to the castle,"<|quote|>the young girl continued.</|quote|>"We were going last week, but my mother gave out. | excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle,"<|quote|>the young girl continued.</|quote|>"We ... | formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can... | very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitatio... | tone. Never, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young American girl of so pronounced a type as this. Certainly she was very charming, but how deucedly sociable! Was she simply a pretty girl from New York State? Were they all like that, the pretty girls who had a good deal o... | in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so ... | said at Geneva? He felt that he had lived at Geneva so long that he had lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the American tone. Never, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young American girl of so pronounced a type as this. Certainly she was very charming, but ho... | Daisy Miller |
"We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." | Daisy Miller | castle," the young girl continued.<|quote|>"We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph."</|quote|>"Your brother is not ... | you right up to the castle," the young girl continued.<|quote|>"We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph."</|quote|>"... | very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued.<|quote|>"We were going last week, but my mother gave out.... | said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you ca... | only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a... | he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young American girl of so pronounced a type as this. Certainly she was very charming, but how deucedly sociable! Was she simply a pretty girl from New York State? Were they all like that, the pretty girls who had a good deal of gentlemen s society? Or w... | with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And th... | never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actual or potential inconduite, as they said at Geneva? He felt that he had ... | Daisy Miller |
"Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" | Winterbourne | if we can get Randolph."<|quote|>"Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?"</|quote|>Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says | we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph."<|quote|>"Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?"</|quote|>Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much | continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph."<|quote|>"Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?"... | "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. Sh... | limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You t... | who had a good deal of gentlemen s society? Or was she also a designing, an audacious, an unscrupulous young person? Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingl... | that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made me wish I was here. B... | since he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young American girl of so pronounced a type as this. Certainly she was very charming, but how deucedly sociable! Was she simply a pretty girl from New York State? Were they all like that, the pretty girls who had a good deal of gentlemen s society... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne inquired, smiling. | No speaker | not interested in ancient monuments?"<|quote|>Winterbourne inquired, smiling.</|quote|>"He says he don t | get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?"<|quote|>Winterbourne inquired, smiling.</|quote|>"He says he don t care much about old castles. | mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?"<|quote|>Winterbourne inquired, smiling.</|quote|>"H... | you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. Sh... | American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t b... | society? Or was she also a designing, an audacious, an unscrupulous young person? Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him... | And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses.... | American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were ... | Daisy Miller |
"He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." | Daisy Miller | ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling.<|quote|>"He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there."</|quote|>... | brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling.<|quote|>"He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we ... | She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling.<|quote|>"He says he don t care much ... | you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she co... | presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want t... | she also a designing, an audacious, an unscrupulous young person? Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all... | had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure th... | category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sens... | Daisy Miller |
And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. | No speaker | don t go up there."<|quote|>And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon.</|quote|>"I should think it might | be too bad if we don t go up there."<|quote|>And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon.</|quote|>"I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn | about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there."<|quote|>And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon.</|quote|>"I should think it migh... | she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at t... | to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go ... | inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--... | that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen ... | had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was ve... | Daisy Miller |
"I should think it might be arranged," | Winterbourne | at the Chateau de Chillon.<|quote|>"I should think it might be arranged,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you | And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon.<|quote|>"I should think it might be arranged,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay | stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon.<|quote|>"I should think it might be arranged,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Couldn t yo... | says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and... | there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our couri... | American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were ... | pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and ... | the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming w... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne. | No speaker | think it might be arranged,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Couldn t you get some | Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Couldn t you get some one to stay for the | to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afte... | old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with h... | here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up ... | had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But thi... | most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it... | relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young ... | Daisy Miller |
"Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" | Winterbourne | might be arranged," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?"</|quote|>Miss Miller looked at him | Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?"</|quote|>Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very | him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolp... | But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we hav... | having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle... | relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young ... | things here. The only thing I don t like," she proceeded, "is the society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean ... | inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--... | Daisy Miller |
Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, | No speaker | for the afternoon with Randolph?"<|quote|>Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly,</|quote|>"I wish YOU would stay | get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?"<|quote|>Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly,</|quote|>"I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne | t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?"<|quote|>Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placi... | "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we do... | "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. Sh... | two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was... | society. There isn t any society; or, if there is, I don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York eve... | Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terribl... | Daisy Miller |
"I wish YOU would stay with him!" | Daisy Miller | moment, and then, very placidly,<|quote|>"I wish YOU would stay with him!"</|quote|>she said. Winterbourne hesitated a | Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly,<|quote|>"I wish YOU would stay with him!"</|quote|>she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather | if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly,<|quote|>"I wish YOU would stay with him!"</|quote... | "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should th... | you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she co... | for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for havi... | don t know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last ... | we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said ... | Daisy Miller |
she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. | No speaker | YOU would stay with him!"<|quote|>she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment.</|quote|>"I should much rather go | then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!"<|quote|>she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment.</|quote|>"I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With | And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!"<|quote|>she said. Winterbourne hesitated ... | about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," s... | "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go eit... | great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Mil... | Do you? I suppose there is some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners giv... | society? Or was she also a designing, an audacious, an unscrupulous young person? Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him... | Daisy Miller |
"I should much rather go to Chillon with you." | Winterbourne | said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment.<|quote|>"I should much rather go to Chillon with you."</|quote|>"With me?" asked the young | would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment.<|quote|>"I should much rather go to Chillon with you."</|quote|>"With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. | the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment.<|quote|>"I should much rather g... | nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t y... | said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t th... | one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himsel... | some society somewhere, but I haven t seen anything of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them we... | girl from New York State? Were they all like that, the pretty girls who had a good deal of gentlemen s society? Or was she also a designing, an audacious, an unscrupulous young person? Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some... | Daisy Miller |
"With me?" | Daisy Miller | go to Chillon with you."<|quote|>"With me?"</|quote|>asked the young girl with | moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you."<|quote|>"With me?"</|quote|>asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn | be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you."<|quote|>"With me?"</|quote|>asked... | s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon wi... | cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll... | turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had e... | of it. I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more f... | ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquet... | Daisy Miller |
asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. | No speaker | Chillon with you." "With me?"<|quote|>asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended.</|quote|>"With your mother," he answered | should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?"<|quote|>asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended.</|quote|>"With your mother," he answered ve... | said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?"<|quote|>asked the young girl with th... | to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randol... | assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we... | this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; ... | I m very fond of society, and I have always had a great deal of it. I don t mean only in Schenectady, but in New York. I used to go to New York every winter. In New York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends ... | the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess w... | Daisy Miller |
"With your mother," | Winterbourne | it possible she was offended.<|quote|>"With your mother,"</|quote|>he answered very respectfully. But | had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended.<|quote|>"With your mother,"</|quote|>he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his | moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended.<|quote|>"With your mother,"</|quote|>he ... | at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to ... | wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid ... | back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young... | York I had lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking ... | dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. H... | Daisy Miller |
he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. | No speaker | was offended. "With your mother,"<|quote|>he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller.</|quote|>"I guess my mother won | bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother,"<|quote|>he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller.</|quote|>"I guess my mother won t go, after all," she | much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother,"<|quote|>he answered very respectfully.... | de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with yo... | either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him... | seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, point... | lots of society." "Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbo... | the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming w... | Daisy Miller |
"I guess my mother won t go, after all," | Daisy Miller | lost upon Miss Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"I guess my mother won t go, after all,"</|quote|>she said. "She don t | audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"I guess my mother won t go, after all,"</|quote|>she said. "She don t like to ride round in | rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"I guess my mothe... | the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Ge... | we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it wi... | the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once,... | Miller. "I have more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," s... | we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it wi... | Daisy Miller |
she said. | No speaker | won t go, after all,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"She don t like to | Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. | have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"She ... | a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious th... | in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Mille... | with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No... | in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society.... | to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go ... | Daisy Miller |
"She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?" | Daisy Miller | go, after all," she said.<|quote|>"She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?"</|quote|>"Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then | guess my mother won t go, after all," she said.<|quote|>"She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?"</|quote|>"Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If | and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all," she said.<|quote|>"She don t like to ride r... | and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had ... | monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed a... | pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we ha... | gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne w... | with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was n... | Daisy Miller |
"Most earnestly," | Winterbourne | like to go up there?"<|quote|>"Most earnestly,"</|quote|>Winterbourne declared. "Then we may | said just now--that you would like to go up there?"<|quote|>"Most earnestly,"</|quote|>Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will | both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all," she said. "She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?"<|quote|>"Most earnestly,"</|quote|>Winterbourne declared. "Then we m... | me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respe... | afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with... | with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s ... | prettiness in her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where ... | we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said ... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne declared. | No speaker | go up there?" "Most earnestly,"<|quote|>Winterbourne declared.</|quote|>"Then we may arrange it. | now--that you would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly,"<|quote|>Winterbourne declared.</|quote|>"Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with | audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all," she said. "She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly,"<|quote|>Winterbourne declared.</|quote|>"Then we may arrang... | the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were los... | leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?... | parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pr... | her lively eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such th... | serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose ... | Daisy Miller |
"Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." | Daisy Miller | there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared.<|quote|>"Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will."</|quote|>"Eugenio?" the young man inquired. | would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared.<|quote|>"Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will."</|quote|>"Eugenio?" the young man inquired. "Eugenio s our courier. He | his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all," she said. "She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared.<|quote|>"Then we may arrange it. If mother will s... | girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Mis... | alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Mil... | the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excurs... | eyes and in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed... | great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Mil... | Daisy Miller |
"Eugenio?" | Winterbourne | Randolph, I guess Eugenio will."<|quote|>"Eugenio?"</|quote|>the young man inquired. "Eugenio | If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will."<|quote|>"Eugenio?"</|quote|>the young man inquired. "Eugenio s our courier. He doesn | after all," she said. "She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will."<|quote|>"Eugenio?"</|quote|>the young man... | Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all," she said. "She don ... | many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU w... | "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little ... | great deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he ... | you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. Sh... | Daisy Miller |
the young man inquired. | No speaker | I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?"<|quote|>the young man inquired.</|quote|>"Eugenio s our courier. He | mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?"<|quote|>the young man inquired.</|quote|>"Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay | all," she said. "She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?"<|quote|>the young man inquired.</|qu... | would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all," she said. "She don t like ... | places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would ... | too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steam... | deal of gentlemen s society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to acc... | with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and th... | Daisy Miller |
"Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay with Randolph; he s the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he s a splendid courier. I guess he ll stay at home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can go to the castle." | Daisy Miller | "Eugenio?" the young man inquired.<|quote|>"Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay with Randolph; he s the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he s a splendid courier. I guess he ll stay at home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can go to the castle."</|quote|>Winterbourne reflected for an instant | Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?" the young man inquired.<|quote|>"Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay with Randolph; he s the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he s a splendid courier. I guess he ll stay at home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can go to the castle."</|quote|>Winterbour... | don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?" the young man inquired.<|quote|>"Eugenio s our courier. H... | yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all," she said. "She don t like to ride round in the ... | be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she ... | seen it?" "No; we haven t been there. I want to go there dreadfully. Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn t go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It s a very pretty excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in t... | society." Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Mille... | were the regular conditions and limitations of one s intercourse with a pretty American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than ... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, ... | No speaker | can go to the castle."<|quote|>Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but ... | mother does, and then we can go to the castle."<|quote|>Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite ... | young man inquired. "Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay with Randolph; he s the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he s a splendid courier. I guess he ll stay at home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can go to the castle."<|quote|>Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" ... | she said. "She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?" the young man inquired. "Eugenio s our cou... | a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious th... | You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer." "You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully fro... | yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actual or potential inconduite, as they said at Geneva? He felt that he had lived at Geneva so long that he had lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the American tone. Never, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young Amer... | great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Mil... | Daisy Miller |
"Oh, Eugenio!" | Daisy Miller | looking sharply at her companion.<|quote|>"Oh, Eugenio!"</|quote|>said Miss Miller with the | watch chain, approached Miss Miller, looking sharply at her companion.<|quote|>"Oh, Eugenio!"</|quote|>said Miss Miller with the friendliest accent. Eugenio had looked | the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat and a brilliant watch chain, approached Miss Miller, looking sharply at her companion.<|quote|>"... | ll stay at home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can go to the castle." Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he woul... | his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all," she said. "She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with... | I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t... | from New York State? Were they all like that, the pretty girls who had a good deal of gentlemen s society? Or was she also a designing, an audacious, an unscrupulous young person? Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some peop... | Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placid... | Daisy Miller |
said Miss Miller with the friendliest accent. Eugenio had looked at Winterbourne from head to foot; he now bowed gravely to the young lady. | No speaker | at her companion. "Oh, Eugenio!"<|quote|>said Miss Miller with the friendliest accent. Eugenio had looked at Winterbourne from head to foot; he now bowed gravely to the young lady.</|quote|>"I have the honor to | approached Miss Miller, looking sharply at her companion. "Oh, Eugenio!"<|quote|>said Miss Miller with the friendliest accent. Eugenio had looked at Winterbourne from head to foot; he now bowed gravely to the young lady.</|quote|>"I have the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is | lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat and a brilliant watch chain, approached Miss Miller, looking sharply at her companion. "Oh, Eugenio!"<|quo... | at home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can go to the castle." Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have d... | were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all," she said. "She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I... | we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to... | York State? Were they all like that, the pretty girls who had a good deal of gentlemen s society? Or was she also a designing, an audacious, an unscrupulous young person? Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had to... | looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne... | Daisy Miller |
Miss Miller slowly rose. | No speaker | luncheon is upon the table."<|quote|>Miss Miller slowly rose.</|quote|>"See here, Eugenio!" she said; | honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table."<|quote|>Miss Miller slowly rose.</|quote|>"See here, Eugenio!" she said; "I m going to that | brilliant watch chain, approached Miss Miller, looking sharply at her companion. "Oh, Eugenio!" said Miss Miller with the friendliest accent. Eugenio had looked at Winterbourne from head to foot; he now bowed gravely to the young lady. "I have the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table."<|quote|>M... | agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat and a brilliant watch chain, approached M... | you would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?" the young man inquired. "Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay with Randolph; he s the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he s a splendid couri... | to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one... | this matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had... | he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the ... | Daisy Miller |
"See here, Eugenio!" | Daisy Miller | table." Miss Miller slowly rose.<|quote|>"See here, Eugenio!"</|quote|>she said; "I m going | that luncheon is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose.<|quote|>"See here, Eugenio!"</|quote|>she said; "I m going to that old castle, anyway." | Miss Miller, looking sharply at her companion. "Oh, Eugenio!" said Miss Miller with the friendliest accent. Eugenio had looked at Winterbourne from head to foot; he now bowed gravely to the young lady. "I have the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose.<|quote|>"See here,... | felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat and a brilliant watch chain, approached Miss Miller, looking sharply... | go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?" the young man inquired. "Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay with Randolph; he s the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he s a splendid courier. I guess he ll ... | hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for th... | reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had a... | right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn t go. Randolph wouldn t go either; he says he doesn t think much of old castles. But I guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not i... | Daisy Miller |
she said; | No speaker | slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!"<|quote|>she said;</|quote|>"I m going to that | upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!"<|quote|>she said;</|quote|>"I m going to that old castle, anyway." "To the | sharply at her companion. "Oh, Eugenio!" said Miss Miller with the friendliest accent. Eugenio had looked at Winterbourne from head to foot; he now bowed gravely to the young lady. "I have the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!"<|quote|>she said;<... | he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat and a brilliant watch chain, approached Miss Miller, looking sharply at her com... | "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?" the young man inquired. "Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay with Randolph; he s the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he s a splendid courier. I guess he ll stay at home w... | afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with... | help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with... | Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I shou... | Daisy Miller |
"I m going to that old castle, anyway." | Daisy Miller | "See here, Eugenio!" she said;<|quote|>"I m going to that old castle, anyway."</|quote|>"To the Chateau de Chillon, | table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said;<|quote|>"I m going to that old castle, anyway."</|quote|>"To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?" the courier inquired. "Mademoiselle | her companion. "Oh, Eugenio!" said Miss Miller with the friendliest accent. Eugenio had looked at Winterbourne from head to foot; he now bowed gravely to the young lady. "I have the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said;<|quote|>"I m going ... | to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat and a brilliant watch chain, approached Miss Miller, looking sharply at her companion. "... | Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?" the young man inquired. "Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay with Randolph; he s the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he s a splendid courier. I guess he ll stay at home with Randolph if mo... | leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?... | Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young lad... | nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t y... | Daisy Miller |
the courier inquired. | No speaker | the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?"<|quote|>the courier inquired.</|quote|>"Mademoiselle has made arrangements?" he | that old castle, anyway." "To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?"<|quote|>the courier inquired.</|quote|>"Mademoiselle has made arrangements?" he added in a tone which | at Winterbourne from head to foot; he now bowed gravely to the young lady. "I have the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said; "I m going to that old castle, anyway." "To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?"<|quote|>the courier inquired.</... | quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat and a brilliant watch chain, approached Miss Miller, looking sharply at her companion. "Oh, Eugenio!" said Miss Miller with the friendliest accent. Eugeni... | guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?" the young man inquired. "Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay with Randolph; he s the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he s a splendid courier. I guess he ll stay at home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can go to the castle." Winterbourne reflected for an instant a... | t been to many places. But it will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I ... | American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older t... | would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?" the young man inquired. "Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay with Randolph; he s the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he s a splendid courier. ... | Daisy Miller |
he added in a tone which struck Winterbourne as very impertinent. Eugenio s tone apparently threw, even to Miss Miller s own apprehension, a slightly ironical light upon the young girl s situation. She turned to Winterbourne, blushing a little--a very little. | No speaker | inquired. "Mademoiselle has made arrangements?"<|quote|>he added in a tone which struck Winterbourne as very impertinent. Eugenio s tone apparently threw, even to Miss Miller s own apprehension, a slightly ironical light upon the young girl s situation. She turned to Winterbourne, blushing a little--a very little.</|qu... | de Chillon, mademoiselle?" the courier inquired. "Mademoiselle has made arrangements?"<|quote|>he added in a tone which struck Winterbourne as very impertinent. Eugenio s tone apparently threw, even to Miss Miller s own apprehension, a slightly ironical light upon the young girl s situation. She turned to Winterbourne,... | now bowed gravely to the young lady. "I have the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said; "I m going to that old castle, anyway." "To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?" the courier inquired. "Mademoiselle has made arrangements?"<|quote|>h... | moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat and a brilliant watch chain, approached Miss Miller, looking sharply at her companion. "Oh, Eugenio!" said Miss Miller with the friendliest accent. Eugenio had looked at Winterbourne from head ... | inquired. "Eugenio s our courier. He doesn t like to stay with Randolph; he s the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he s a splendid courier. I guess he ll stay at home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can go to the castle." Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could only mean Mi... | will be too bad if we don t go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!"... | had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectabili... | she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all," she said. "She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would li... | Daisy Miller |
"You won t back out?" | Daisy Miller | blushing a little--a very little.<|quote|>"You won t back out?"</|quote|>she said. "I shall not | situation. She turned to Winterbourne, blushing a little--a very little.<|quote|>"You won t back out?"</|quote|>she said. "I shall not be happy till we go!" | mademoiselle?" the courier inquired. "Mademoiselle has made arrangements?" he added in a tone which struck Winterbourne as very impertinent. Eugenio s tone apparently threw, even to Miss Miller s own apprehension, a slightly ironical light upon the young girl s situation. She turned to Winterbourne, blushing a little--... | looked at Winterbourne from head to foot; he now bowed gravely to the young lady. "I have the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said; "I m going to that old castle, anyway." "To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?" the courier inquired. "M... | we can go to the castle." Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at th... | Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have don... | Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated;... | guess we ll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don t care much about old castles. He s only nine. He wants to stay at the hotel. Mother s afraid to leave him alone, and the courier won t stay with him; so we haven t b... | Daisy Miller |
she said. | No speaker | "You won t back out?"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I shall not be happy | blushing a little--a very little. "You won t back out?"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I shall not be happy till we go!" he protested. | has made arrangements?" he added in a tone which struck Winterbourne as very impertinent. Eugenio s tone apparently threw, even to Miss Miller s own apprehension, a slightly ironical light upon the young girl s situation. She turned to Winterbourne, blushing a little--a very little. "You won t back out?"<|quote|>she sa... | to foot; he now bowed gravely to the young lady. "I have the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said; "I m going to that old castle, anyway." "To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?" the courier inquired. "Mademoiselle has made arrangements... | castle." Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another... | him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, consciou... | older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flir... | "I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me... | Daisy Miller |
"I shall not be happy till we go!" | Winterbourne | t back out?" she said.<|quote|>"I shall not be happy till we go!"</|quote|>he protested. "And you are | little--a very little. "You won t back out?" she said.<|quote|>"I shall not be happy till we go!"</|quote|>he protested. "And you are staying in this hotel?" she | arrangements?" he added in a tone which struck Winterbourne as very impertinent. Eugenio s tone apparently threw, even to Miss Miller s own apprehension, a slightly ironical light upon the young girl s situation. She turned to Winterbourne, blushing a little--a very little. "You won t back out?" she said.<|quote|>"I sh... | he now bowed gravely to the young lady. "I have the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said; "I m going to that old castle, anyway." "To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?" the courier inquired. "Mademoiselle has made arrangements?" he add... | reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eu... | moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that... | Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability s sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbo... | were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won t go, after all," she said. "She don t like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I... | Daisy Miller |
he protested. | No speaker | be happy till we go!"<|quote|>he protested.</|quote|>"And you are staying in | she said. "I shall not be happy till we go!"<|quote|>he protested.</|quote|>"And you are staying in this hotel?" she went on. | Winterbourne as very impertinent. Eugenio s tone apparently threw, even to Miss Miller s own apprehension, a slightly ironical light upon the young girl s situation. She turned to Winterbourne, blushing a little--a very little. "You won t back out?" she said. "I shall not be happy till we go!"<|quote|>he protested.</|q... | "I have the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said; "I m going to that old castle, anyway." "To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?" the courier inquired. "Mademoiselle has made arrangements?" he added in a tone which struck Winterbourne a... | could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whi... | would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible s... | sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula ... | guess he ll stay at home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can go to the castle." Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibl... | Daisy Miller |
"And you are staying in this hotel?" | Daisy Miller | till we go!" he protested.<|quote|>"And you are staying in this hotel?"</|quote|>she went on. "And you | "I shall not be happy till we go!" he protested.<|quote|>"And you are staying in this hotel?"</|quote|>she went on. "And you are really an American?" The | very impertinent. Eugenio s tone apparently threw, even to Miss Miller s own apprehension, a slightly ironical light upon the young girl s situation. She turned to Winterbourne, blushing a little--a very little. "You won t back out?" she said. "I shall not be happy till we go!" he protested.<|quote|>"And you are stayin... | the honor to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said; "I m going to that old castle, anyway." "To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?" the courier inquired. "Mademoiselle has made arrangements?" he added in a tone which struck Winterbourne as very i... | mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wear... | with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offe... | husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applie... | afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva... | Daisy Miller |
she went on. | No speaker | are staying in this hotel?"<|quote|>she went on.</|quote|>"And you are really an | go!" he protested. "And you are staying in this hotel?"<|quote|>she went on.</|quote|>"And you are really an American?" The courier stood looking | even to Miss Miller s own apprehension, a slightly ironical light upon the young girl s situation. She turned to Winterbourne, blushing a little--a very little. "You won t back out?" she said. "I shall not be happy till we go!" he protested. "And you are staying in this hotel?"<|quote|>she went on.</|quote|>"And you ar... | is upon the table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said; "I m going to that old castle, anyway." "To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?" the courier inquired. "Mademoiselle has made arrangements?" he added in a tone which struck Winterbourne as very impertinent. Eugenio s tone apparently threw, ev... | program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat and a brilliant... | moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very res... | whom one s relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to h... | man I ever saw. But he s a splendid courier. I guess he ll stay at home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can go to the castle." Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if ... | Daisy Miller |
"And you are really an American?" | Daisy Miller | this hotel?" she went on.<|quote|>"And you are really an American?"</|quote|>The courier stood looking at | "And you are staying in this hotel?" she went on.<|quote|>"And you are really an American?"</|quote|>The courier stood looking at Winterbourne offensively. The young man, | Miller s own apprehension, a slightly ironical light upon the young girl s situation. She turned to Winterbourne, blushing a little--a very little. "You won t back out?" she said. "I shall not be happy till we go!" he protested. "And you are staying in this hotel?" she went on.<|quote|>"And you are really an American?"... | table." Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said; "I m going to that old castle, anyway." "To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?" the courier inquired. "Mademoiselle has made arrangements?" he added in a tone which struck Winterbourne as very impertinent. Eugenio s tone apparently threw, even to Miss M... | too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady s hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat and a brilliant watch chain, approach... | much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity. She didn t rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But it ... | relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that... | think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn t you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said. Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked t... | Daisy Miller |
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