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"She s your aunt." | Daisy Miller | me to," his companion resumed.<|quote|>"She s your aunt."</|quote|>Then, on Winterbourne s admitting | lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed.<|quote|>"She s your aunt."</|quote|>Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some | he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged, for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed.<|quote|>"She s your aunt."</|q... | t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triu... | with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Ra... | upon the matter, for Winterbourne remembered to have heard that his pretty cousins in New York were "tremendous flirts." If, therefore, Miss Daisy Miller exceeded the liberal margin allowed to these young ladies, it was probable that anything might be expected of her. Winterbourne was impatient to see her again, and he... | "I said I should take the liberty of introducing her to my admirable aunt." "I am much obliged to you." "It was to guarantee my respectability," said Winterbourne. "And pray who is to guarantee hers?" "Ah, you are cruel!" said the young man. "She s a very nice young girl." "You don t say that as if you believed it," Mr... | at last. "Is it literally true that she is going to the Chateau de Chillon with you?" "I think that she fully intends it." "Then, my dear Frederick," said Mrs. Costello, "I must decline the honor of her acquaintance. I am an old woman, but I am not too old, thank Heaven, to be shocked!" "But don t they all do these thi... | Daisy Miller |
Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she ha... | No speaker | resumed. "She s your aunt."<|quote|>Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the... | introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt."<|quote|>Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no... | bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged, for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt."<|quote|>Then, on Winter... | talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolo... | gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try... | Winterbourne remembered to have heard that his pretty cousins in New York were "tremendous flirts." If, therefore, Miss Daisy Miller exceeded the liberal margin allowed to these young ladies, it was probable that anything might be expected of her. Winterbourne was impatient to see her again, and he was vexed with himse... | take the liberty of introducing her to my admirable aunt." "I am much obliged to you." "It was to guarantee my respectability," said Winterbourne. "And pray who is to guarantee hers?" "Ah, you are cruel!" said the young man. "She s a very nice young girl." "You don t say that as if you believed it," Mrs. Costello obser... | his mustache meditatively. "You won t let the poor girl know you then?" he asked at last. "Is it literally true that she is going to the Chateau de Chillon with you?" "I think that she fully intends it." "Then, my dear Frederick," said Mrs. Costello, "I must decline the honor of her acquaintance. I am an old woman, but... | Daisy Miller |
"I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!" | Daisy Miller | days she had a headache.<|quote|>"I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!"</|quote|>said Miss Daisy, chattering along | table d hote. Every two days she had a headache.<|quote|>"I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!"</|quote|>said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. | she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache.<|quote|>"I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!"</|qu... | for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said s... | to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid c... | impatient to see her, he hardly knew what he should say to her about his aunt s refusal to become acquainted with her; but he discovered, promptly enough, that with Miss Daisy Miller there was no great need of walking on tiptoe. He found her that evening in the garden, wandering about in the warm starlight like an indo... | went on. "But she is wonderfully pretty, and, in short, she is very nice. To prove that I believe it, I am going to take her to the Chateau de Chillon." "You two are going off there together? I should say it proved just the contrary. How long had you known her, may I ask, when this interesting project was formed? You h... | should say to her about his aunt s refusal to become acquainted with her; but he discovered, promptly enough, that with Miss Daisy Miller there was no great need of walking on tiptoe. He found her that evening in the garden, wandering about in the warm starlight like an indolent sylph, and swinging to and fro the large... | Daisy Miller |
said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. | No speaker | lovely description, headache and all!"<|quote|>said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice.</|quote|>"I want to know her | "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!"<|quote|>said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice.</|quote|>"I want to know her ever so much. I know | about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!"<|quote|>said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay ... | time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. Sh... | to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impre... | say to her about his aunt s refusal to become acquainted with her; but he discovered, promptly enough, that with Miss Daisy Miller there was no great need of walking on tiptoe. He found her that evening in the garden, wandering about in the warm starlight like an indolent sylph, and swinging to and fro the largest fan ... | she is very nice. To prove that I believe it, I am going to take her to the Chateau de Chillon." "You two are going off there together? I should say it proved just the contrary. How long had you known her, may I ask, when this interesting project was formed? You haven t been twenty-four hours in the house." "I have kno... | morrow. Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young ... | Daisy Miller |
"I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing.... | Daisy Miller | in her thin, gay voice.<|quote|>"I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I su... | said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice.<|quote|>"I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyon... | and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice.<|quote|>"I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOU... | for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puff... | Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed befo... | acquainted with her; but he discovered, promptly enough, that with Miss Daisy Miller there was no great need of walking on tiptoe. He found her that evening in the garden, wandering about in the warm starlight like an indolent sylph, and swinging to and fro the largest fan he had ever beheld. It was ten o clock. He had... | I am going to take her to the Chateau de Chillon." "You two are going off there together? I should say it proved just the contrary. How long had you known her, may I ask, when this interesting project was formed? You haven t been twenty-four hours in the house." "I have known her half an hour!" said Winterbourne, smili... | evening in the garden, wandering about in the warm starlight like an indolent sylph, and swinging to and fro the largest fan he had ever beheld. It was ten o clock. He had dined with his aunt, had been sitting with her since dinner, and had just taken leave of her till the morrow. Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to ... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne was embarrassed. | No speaker | glad to know your aunt."<|quote|>Winterbourne was embarrassed.</|quote|>"She would be most happy," | I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt."<|quote|>Winterbourne was embarrassed.</|quote|>"She would be most happy," he said; "but I am | a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt."<|quote|>Winterbourne was embarrassed.</|quote|>"She would be most happy," he sai... | headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well... | prolonged, for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it,... | morrow. Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young ... | then," he began earnestly, and with a desire for trustworthy information--" "you really think that--" But he paused again. "Think what, sir?" said his aunt. "That she is the sort of young lady who expects a man, sooner or later, to carry her off?" "I haven t the least idea what such young ladies expect a man to do. But... | asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thi... | Daisy Miller |
"She would be most happy," | Winterbourne | your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed.<|quote|>"She would be most happy,"</|quote|>he said; "but I am | ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed.<|quote|>"She would be most happy,"</|quote|>he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." | be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed.<|quote|>"She would be most happy,"</|quote|>he said; "but I ... | that s a lovely description, headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive,... | strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all ... | Miller seemed very glad to see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t ... | earnestly, and with a desire for trustworthy information--" "you really think that--" But he paused again. "Think what, sir?" said his aunt. "That she is the sort of young lady who expects a man, sooner or later, to carry her off?" "I haven t the least idea what such young ladies expect a man to do. But I really think ... | largest fan he had ever beheld. It was ten o clock. He had dined with his aunt, had been sitting with her since dinner, and had just taken leave of her till the morrow. Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I hav... | Daisy Miller |
he said; | No speaker | "She would be most happy,"<|quote|>he said;</|quote|>"but I am afraid those | your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy,"<|quote|>he said;</|quote|>"but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young | to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy,"<|quote|>he said;</|quote|>"but I am afraid those headache... | headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak... | girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the c... | see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She... | for trustworthy information--" "you really think that--" But he paused again. "Think what, sir?" said his aunt. "That she is the sort of young lady who expects a man, sooner or later, to carry her off?" "I haven t the least idea what such young ladies expect a man to do. But I really think that you had better not meddl... | sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to ... | Daisy Miller |
"but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." | Winterbourne | be most happy," he said;<|quote|>"but I am afraid those headaches will interfere."</|quote|>The young girl looked at | Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said;<|quote|>"but I am afraid those headaches will interfere."</|quote|>The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But | exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said;<|quote|>"but I am afraid those headaches will interfer... | all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone-... | some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermai... | she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she... | information--" "you really think that--" But he paused again. "Think what, sir?" said his aunt. "That she is the sort of young lady who expects a man, sooner or later, to carry her off?" "I haven t the least idea what such young ladies expect a man to do. But I really think that you had better not meddle with little Am... | to see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. ... | Daisy Miller |
The young girl looked at him through the dusk. | No speaker | afraid those headaches will interfere."<|quote|>The young girl looked at him through the dusk.</|quote|>"But I suppose she doesn | he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere."<|quote|>The young girl looked at him through the dusk.</|quote|>"But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every | I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere."<|quote|>The young girl looked at him through the dusk.</|... | thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s abou... | been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; ... | had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfull... | again. "Think what, sir?" said his aunt. "That she is the sort of young lady who expects a man, sooner or later, to carry her off?" "I haven t the least idea what such young ladies expect a man to do. But I really think that you had better not meddle with little American girls that are uncultivated, as you call them. Y... | thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugen... | Daisy Miller |
"But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," | Daisy Miller | at him through the dusk.<|quote|>"But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day,"</|quote|>she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was | interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk.<|quote|>"But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day,"</|quote|>she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells | t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk.<|quote|>"But I suppose she doesn t have a headache ev... | so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever ... | introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, an... | asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thi... | is the sort of young lady who expects a man, sooner or later, to carry her off?" "I haven t the least idea what such young ladies expect a man to do. But I really think that you had better not meddle with little American girls that are uncultivated, as you call them. You have lived too long out of the country. You will... | to these young ladies, it was probable that anything might be expected of her. Winterbourne was impatient to see her again, and he was vexed with himself that, by instinct, he should not appreciate her justly. Though he was impatient to see her, he hardly knew what he should say to her about his aunt s refusal to becom... | Daisy Miller |
she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. | No speaker | have a headache every day,"<|quote|>she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment.</|quote|>"She tells me she does," | I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day,"<|quote|>she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment.</|quote|>"She tells me she does," he answered at last, not | thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day,"<|quote|>she said sympathetically. Winterbou... | know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was emb... | on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a he... | tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to g... | or later, to carry her off?" "I haven t the least idea what such young ladies expect a man to do. But I really think that you had better not meddle with little American girls that are uncultivated, as you call them. You have lived too long out of the country. You will be sure to make some great mistake. You are too inn... | me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she neve... | Daisy Miller |
"She tells me she does," | Winterbourne | Winterbourne was silent a moment.<|quote|>"She tells me she does,"</|quote|>he answered at last, not | every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment.<|quote|>"She tells me she does,"</|quote|>he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss | to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment.<|quote|>"She tells me ... | very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," ... | some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headac... | to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed.... | t the least idea what such young ladies expect a man to do. But I really think that you had better not meddle with little American girls that are uncultivated, as you call them. You have lived too long out of the country. You will be sure to make some great mistake. You are too innocent." "My dear aunt, I am not so inn... | "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She ... | Daisy Miller |
he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. | No speaker | "She tells me she does,"<|quote|>he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan.</|quote|>"She doesn t want to | Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does,"<|quote|>he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan.</|quote|>"She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. | was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does,"<|quote|>he answered at last, n... | lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid... | she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!" said Miss Da... | t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will ... | such young ladies expect a man to do. But I really think that you had better not meddle with little American girls that are uncultivated, as you call them. You have lived too long out of the country. You will be sure to make some great mistake. You are too innocent." "My dear aunt, I am not so innocent," said Winterbou... | allowed to these young ladies, it was probable that anything might be expected of her. Winterbourne was impatient to see her again, and he was vexed with himself that, by instinct, he should not appreciate her justly. Though he was impatient to see her, he hardly knew what he should say to her about his aunt s refusal ... | Daisy Miller |
"She doesn t want to know me!" | Daisy Miller | and closing her enormous fan.<|quote|>"She doesn t want to know me!"</|quote|>she said suddenly. "Why don | the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan.<|quote|>"She doesn t want to know me!"</|quote|>she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You | headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan.<|quote|>"She doesn t... | about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Wi... | and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I l... | than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to ... | out of the country. You will be sure to make some great mistake. You are too innocent." "My dear aunt, I am not so innocent," said Winterbourne, smiling and curling his mustache. "You are guilty too, then!" Winterbourne continued to curl his mustache meditatively. "You won t let the poor girl know you then?" he asked a... | the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lo... | Daisy Miller |
she said suddenly. | No speaker | t want to know me!"<|quote|>she said suddenly.</|quote|>"Why don t you say | her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!"<|quote|>she said suddenly.</|quote|>"Why don t you say so? You needn t be | was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!"<|quote|>she said suddenly.</|quote|>"Why don t yo... | be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She t... | d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m d... | after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn... | sure to make some great mistake. You are too innocent." "My dear aunt, I am not so innocent," said Winterbourne, smiling and curling his mustache. "You are guilty too, then!" Winterbourne continued to curl his mustache meditatively. "You won t let the poor girl know you then?" he asked at last. "Is it literally true th... | to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Euge... | Daisy Miller |
"Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" | Daisy Miller | know me!" she said suddenly.<|quote|>"Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!"</|quote|>And she gave a little | "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly.<|quote|>"Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!"</|quote|>And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was | moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly.<|quote|>"Why don t you say so? You needn t ... | glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she... | two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exc... | wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio... | some great mistake. You are too innocent." "My dear aunt, I am not so innocent," said Winterbourne, smiling and curling his mustache. "You are guilty too, then!" Winterbourne continued to curl his mustache meditatively. "You won t let the poor girl know you then?" he asked at last. "Is it literally true that she is goi... | splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged, for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady yo... | Daisy Miller |
And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. | No speaker | afraid. I m not afraid!"<|quote|>And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it.</|quote|>"My dear young lady," he | so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!"<|quote|>And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it.</|quote|>"My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. | Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!"<|quote|>And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied t... | "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood l... | all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone-... | go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much im... | said Winterbourne, smiling and curling his mustache. "You are guilty too, then!" Winterbourne continued to curl his mustache meditatively. "You won t let the poor girl know you then?" he asked at last. "Is it literally true that she is going to the Chateau de Chillon with you?" "I think that she fully intends it." "The... | without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was... | Daisy Miller |
"My dear young lady," | Winterbourne | touched, shocked, mortified by it.<|quote|>"My dear young lady,"</|quote|>he protested, "she knows no | in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it.<|quote|>"My dear young lady,"</|quote|>he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched | her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it.<|quote|>"My dear young lady,"</|quote|>he protested, "she knows ... | t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn ... | what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your ... | doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fac... | let the poor girl know you then?" he asked at last. "Is it literally true that she is going to the Chateau de Chillon with you?" "I think that she fully intends it." "Then, my dear Frederick," said Mrs. Costello, "I must decline the honor of her acquaintance. I am an old woman, but I am not too old, thank Heaven, to be... | and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt w... | Daisy Miller |
he protested, | No speaker | it. "My dear young lady,"<|quote|>he protested,</|quote|>"she knows no one. It | was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady,"<|quote|>he protested,</|quote|>"she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The | doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady,"<|quote|>he protested,</|quote|>"she knows no one. It s her wretch... | every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!... | be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne w... | to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly pr... | know you then?" he asked at last. "Is it literally true that she is going to the Chateau de Chillon with you?" "I think that she fully intends it." "Then, my dear Frederick," said Mrs. Costello, "I must decline the honor of her acquaintance. I am an old woman, but I am not too old, thank Heaven, to be shocked!" "But do... | go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade h... | Daisy Miller |
"she knows no one. It s her wretched health." | Winterbourne | dear young lady," he protested,<|quote|>"she knows no one. It s her wretched health."</|quote|>The young girl walked on | shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested,<|quote|>"she knows no one. It s her wretched health."</|quote|>The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. | want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested,<|quote|>"she knows no one. It s her wretched health."</|quo... | she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said s... | know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was emb... | to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged,... | then?" he asked at last. "Is it literally true that she is going to the Chateau de Chillon with you?" "I think that she fully intends it." "Then, my dear Frederick," said Mrs. Costello, "I must decline the honor of her acquaintance. I am an old woman, but I am not too old, thank Heaven, to be shocked!" "But don t they ... | fact triumphantly prolonged, for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how s... | Daisy Miller |
The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. | No speaker | It s her wretched health."<|quote|>The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still.</|quote|>"You needn t be afraid," | protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health."<|quote|>The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still.</|quote|>"You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she | t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health."<|quote|>The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing stil... | tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not af... | exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he sa... | s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged, for Winterbourne strolled about with the young ... | that she is going to the Chateau de Chillon with you?" "I think that she fully intends it." "Then, my dear Frederick," said Mrs. Costello, "I must decline the honor of her acquaintance. I am an old woman, but I am not too old, thank Heaven, to be shocked!" "But don t they all do these things--the young girls in America... | it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering ... | Daisy Miller |
"You needn t be afraid," | Daisy Miller | a few steps, laughing still.<|quote|>"You needn t be afraid,"</|quote|>she repeated. "Why should she | The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still.<|quote|>"You needn t be afraid,"</|quote|>she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then | m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still.<|quote|>"You needn t be afraid,"</|quote|>sh... | what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fanc... | dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will inte... | him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged, for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mo... | you?" "I think that she fully intends it." "Then, my dear Frederick," said Mrs. Costello, "I must decline the honor of her acquaintance. I am an old woman, but I am not too old, thank Heaven, to be shocked!" "But don t they all do these things--the young girls in America?" Winterbourne inquired. Mrs. Costello stared a ... | curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache an... | Daisy Miller |
she repeated. | No speaker | "You needn t be afraid,"<|quote|>she repeated.</|quote|>"Why should she want to | a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid,"<|quote|>she repeated.</|quote|>"Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused | gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid,"<|quote|>she repeated.</|quote|>"Why should... | Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor i... | Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked ... | afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged, for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been... | fully intends it." "Then, my dear Frederick," said Mrs. Costello, "I must decline the honor of her acquaintance. I am an old woman, but I am not too old, thank Heaven, to be shocked!" "But don t they all do these things--the young girls in America?" Winterbourne inquired. Mrs. Costello stared a moment. "I should like t... | chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to... | Daisy Miller |
"Why should she want to know me?" | Daisy Miller | t be afraid," she repeated.<|quote|>"Why should she want to know me?"</|quote|>Then she paused again; she | steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated.<|quote|>"Why should she want to know me?"</|quote|>Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet | little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated.<|quote|>"Why should she want to kno... | and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he... | ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him th... | Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged, for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking r... | it." "Then, my dear Frederick," said Mrs. Costello, "I must decline the honor of her acquaintance. I am an old woman, but I am not too old, thank Heaven, to be shocked!" "But don t they all do these things--the young girls in America?" Winterbourne inquired. Mrs. Costello stared a moment. "I should like to see my grand... | clock. He had dined with his aunt, had been sitting with her since dinner, and had just taken leave of her till the morrow. Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother ... | Daisy Miller |
Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. | No speaker | she want to know me?"<|quote|>Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little l... | afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?"<|quote|>Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect... | tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?"<|quote|>Then she paused again; she was close to ... | was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "... | t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she d... | he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged, for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me... | Costello, "I must decline the honor of her acquaintance. I am an old woman, but I am not too old, thank Heaven, to be shocked!" "But don t they all do these things--the young girls in America?" Winterbourne inquired. Mrs. Costello stared a moment. "I should like to see my granddaughters do them!" she declared grimly. T... | her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s ... | Daisy Miller |
"Gracious! she IS exclusive!" | Daisy Miller | she gave another little laugh.<|quote|>"Gracious! she IS exclusive!"</|quote|>she said. Winterbourne wondered whether | the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh.<|quote|>"Gracious! she IS exclusive!"</|quote|>she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and | she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh.<|quote|>"Gracious! she IS exclusive!"</|quote|>... | he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, an... | the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and cl... | want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no... | declared grimly. This seemed to throw some light upon the matter, for Winterbourne remembered to have heard that his pretty cousins in New York were "tremendous flirts." If, therefore, Miss Daisy Miller exceeded the liberal margin allowed to these young ladies, it was probable that anything might be expected of her. Wi... | him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was op... | Daisy Miller |
she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the insta... | No speaker | laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!"<|quote|>she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for cons... | then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!"<|quote|>she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would ... | the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!"<|quote|>she said. Winterbourne won... | mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the... | suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormou... | to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never d... | to throw some light upon the matter, for Winterbourne remembered to have heard that his pretty cousins in New York were "tremendous flirts." If, therefore, Miss Daisy Miller exceeded the liberal margin allowed to these young ladies, it was probable that anything might be expected of her. Winterbourne was impatient to s... | I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment... | Daisy Miller |
"Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." | Daisy Miller | exclamation in quite another tone.<|quote|>"Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed."</|quote|>The figure of a lady | resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone.<|quote|>"Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed."</|quote|>The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very | his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone.<|quote|>"Well, here s Mother! I gues... | a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she ... | no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in ... | should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrasse... | walking on tiptoe. He found her that evening in the garden, wandering about in the warm starlight like an indolent sylph, and swinging to and fro the largest fan he had ever beheld. It was ten o clock. He had dined with his aunt, had been sitting with her since dinner, and had just taken leave of her till the morrow. M... | was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You nee... | Daisy Miller |
The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. | No speaker | Randolph to go to bed."<|quote|>The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause.</|quote|>"Are you sure it is | guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed."<|quote|>The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause.</|quote|>"Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish | that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed."<|quote|>The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, ... | it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But b... | laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon... | I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will ... | warm starlight like an indolent sylph, and swinging to and fro the largest fan he had ever beheld. It was ten o clock. He had dined with his aunt, had been sitting with her since dinner, and had just taken leave of her till the morrow. Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to see him; she declared it was the longest eveni... | s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged, for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lad... | Daisy Miller |
"Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" | Winterbourne | Suddenly it seemed to pause.<|quote|>"Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?"</|quote|>Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss | a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause.<|quote|>"Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?"</|quote|>Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; | walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause.<|quote|>"Are you sure it is your mother? Can y... | then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite an... | the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was s... | suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympat... | his aunt, had been sitting with her since dinner, and had just taken leave of her till the morrow. Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round,... | You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afr... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne asked. | No speaker | her in this thick dusk?"<|quote|>Winterbourne asked.</|quote|>"Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller | your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?"<|quote|>Winterbourne asked.</|quote|>"Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess | hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?"<|quote|>Winterbourne asked.</|quote|>"Well!" cried ... | was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of... | sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injur... | know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," ... | her till the morrow. Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," sa... | s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think... | Daisy Miller |
"Well!" | Daisy Miller | this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked.<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>cried Miss Daisy Miller with | Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked.<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I | got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked.<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>cried Miss Da... | proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lad... | its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be ... | aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answere... | the morrow. Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the yo... | at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little lau... | Daisy Miller |
cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; | No speaker | thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!"<|quote|>cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh;</|quote|>"I guess I know my | you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!"<|quote|>cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh;</|quote|>"I guess I know my own mother. And when she | Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!"<|quote|>cried Miss Daisy Miller wi... | rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appea... | surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such... | Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at la... | morrow. Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young ... | just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know ... | Daisy Miller |
"I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." | Daisy Miller | Daisy Miller with a laugh;<|quote|>"I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things."</|quote|>The lady in question, ceasing | Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh;<|quote|>"I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things."</|quote|>The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about | of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh;<|quote|>"I guess I know my own ... | needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in... | seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attemp... | happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller st... | to see him; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed. "Have you been all alone?" he asked. "I have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. ... | lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she sp... | Daisy Miller |
The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. | No speaker | is always wearing my things."<|quote|>The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps.</|quote|>"I am afraid your mother | on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things."<|quote|>The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps.</|quote|>"I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said | seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things."<|quote|>The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hover... | lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mo... | she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the insta... | suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormou... | have been walking round with mother. But mother gets tired walking round," she answered. "Has she gone to bed?" "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s... | at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shoc... | Daisy Miller |
"I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," | Winterbourne | she had checked her steps.<|quote|>"I am afraid your mother doesn t see you,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he | about the spot at which she had checked her steps.<|quote|>"I am afraid your mother doesn t see you,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, | asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps.<|quote|>"I am afraid your mother doesn t see you,"</|q... | t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with... | injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare t... | me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!"... | "No; she doesn t like to go to bed," said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us... | she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterb... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne. | No speaker | mother doesn t see you,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Or perhaps," he added, thinking, | steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke | "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Or perhaps," he added, thin... | of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. ... | in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had... | what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fanc... | said the young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observe... | the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered wh... | Daisy Miller |
"Or perhaps," | Winterbourne | t see you," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Or perhaps,"</|quote|>he added, thinking, with Miss | am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Or perhaps,"</|quote|>he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps | I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Or perhaps,"</|quote|>he added, thinking, wit... | lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And w... | to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time t... | say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied ther... | young girl. "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterb... | be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she re... | Daisy Miller |
he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" | No speaker | you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps,"<|quote|>he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--"</|quote|>"perhaps she feels guilty about | your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps,"<|quote|>he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--"</|quote|>"perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s | my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps,"<|quote|>he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, t... | at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has go... | to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit hi... | Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tr... | "She doesn t sleep--not three hours. She says she doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She ... | Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort h... | Daisy Miller |
"perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." | Winterbourne | Miss Miller, the joke permissible--"<|quote|>"perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl."</|quote|>"Oh, it s a fearful | perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--"<|quote|>"perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl."</|quote|>"Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl | my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--"<|quote|>"perhaps she fee... | advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things.... | sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and... | prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortifi... | doesn t know how she lives. She s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like ... | pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gall... | Daisy Miller |
"Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" | Daisy Miller | feels guilty about your shawl."<|quote|>"Oh, it s a fearful old thing!"</|quote|>the young girl replied serenely. | the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl."<|quote|>"Oh, it s a fearful old thing!"</|quote|>the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could | my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl."<|quote|>"Oh, it ... | Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, h... | for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her wal... | she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, ... | s dreadfully nervous. I guess she sleeps more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss D... | enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wret... | Daisy Miller |
the young girl replied serenely. | No speaker | s a fearful old thing!"<|quote|>the young girl replied serenely.</|quote|>"I told her she could | about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!"<|quote|>the young girl replied serenely.</|quote|>"I told her she could wear it. She won t | to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!"<|quote|>the young girl rep... | sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which... | the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone... | fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched heal... | more than she thinks. She s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to tr... | her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the... | Daisy Miller |
"I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." | Daisy Miller | the young girl replied serenely.<|quote|>"I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you."</|quote|>"Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I | s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely.<|quote|>"I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you."</|quote|>"Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, | the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely.<|quote|>"I told her she cou... | Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her ste... | sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I gu... | to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl wal... | s gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to get him to go to bed. He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk t... | they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache e... | Daisy Miller |
"Ah, then," | Winterbourne | here because she sees you."<|quote|>"Ah, then,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne, "I had better | it. She won t come here because she sees you."<|quote|>"Ah, then,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come | see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you."<|quote|>"Ah, then,"</|quote|>sa... | a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, wi... | that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very ind... | afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repea... | He doesn t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he... | speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doe... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne, | No speaker | she sees you." "Ah, then,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne,</|quote|>"I had better leave you." | won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne,</|quote|>"I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged | said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne,</|... | "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss M... | needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in... | m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why ... | t like to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t ma... | lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid... | Daisy Miller |
"I had better leave you." | Winterbourne | you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"I had better leave you."</|quote|>"Oh, no; come on!" urged | come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"I had better leave you."</|quote|>"Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m | "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"I had better leave y... | I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, th... | mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the dar... | afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should... | to go to bed." "Let us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much... | all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone-... | Daisy Miller |
"Oh, no; come on!" | Daisy Miller | "I had better leave you."<|quote|>"Oh, no; come on!"</|quote|>urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I | you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you."<|quote|>"Oh, no; come on!"</|quote|>urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn | with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you."<|quote|>"Oh, no; come on!"</|quote|>u... | And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" ... | had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing wit... | little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" T... | us hope she will persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Rando... | that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman... | Daisy Miller |
urged Miss Daisy Miller. | No speaker | you." "Oh, no; come on!"<|quote|>urged Miss Daisy Miller.</|quote|>"I m afraid your mother | Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!"<|quote|>urged Miss Daisy Miller.</|quote|>"I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my | joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!"<|quote|>urged Miss Daisy Miller.</|quote... | got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feel... | himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and waveri... | there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close... | persuade him," observed Winterbourne. "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t beli... | gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the ... | Daisy Miller |
"I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." | Winterbourne | on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you."</|quote|>Miss Miller gave him a | leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you."</|quote|>Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t | feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"I m afraid your mother doesn t approve ... | too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about yo... | mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it ... | in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of ... | "She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn t like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It... | again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. ... | Daisy Miller |
Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. | No speaker | of my walking with you."<|quote|>Miss Miller gave him a serious glance.</|quote|>"It isn t for me; | your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you."<|quote|>Miss Miller gave him a serious glance.</|quote|>"It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, | young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you."<|quote|>Miss Miller gave him a serious glance.</|qu... | advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serene... | exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in ... | lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague... | her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantl... | exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone--or they don t speak to us. I suppose it s about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere." The young girl looked at him throug... | Daisy Miller |
"It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," | Daisy Miller | gave him a serious glance.<|quote|>"It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gen... | walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance.<|quote|>"It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost alway... | she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance.<|quote|>"It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s... | which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won ... | s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" c... | It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the dist... | Daisy, opening her fan. "She s going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him. But he isn t afraid of Eugenio. Eugenio s a splendid courier, but he can t make much impression on Randolph! I don t believe he ll go to bed before eleven." It appeared that Randolph s vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged, for Winterbourne s... | "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m n... | Daisy Miller |
the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, | No speaker | my gentlemen friends to Mother,"<|quote|>the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone,</|quote|>"I shouldn t think I | If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother,"<|quote|>the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone,</|quote|>"I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," | Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother,"<|quote|>the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone,... | then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of m... | laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with... | dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to ... | the young girl for some time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello ... | said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said sudde... | Daisy Miller |
"I shouldn t think I was natural." | Daisy Miller | her little soft, flat monotone,<|quote|>"I shouldn t think I was natural."</|quote|>"To introduce me," said Winterbourne, | the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone,<|quote|>"I shouldn t think I was natural."</|quote|>"To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." | mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone,<|quote|>"I shouldn t think I was natural."</... | come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes... | she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps ... | mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense... | "I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme i... | You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afr... | Daisy Miller |
"To introduce me," | Winterbourne | t think I was natural."<|quote|>"To introduce me,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne, "you must know | soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural."<|quote|>"To introduce me,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded | gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural."<|quote|>"To introduce me,"</|quote|>sai... | m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. Bu... | She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your sh... | little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for conso... | lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she sp... | looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He ... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne, | No speaker | was natural." "To introduce me,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne,</|quote|>"you must know my name." | "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne,</|quote|>"you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce | s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne,</|quote|>"you mu... | mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introdu... | wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it ... | she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt ... | to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one,... | at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shoc... | Daisy Miller |
"you must know my name." | Winterbourne | "To introduce me," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"you must know my name."</|quote|>And he proceeded to pronounce | t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"you must know my name."</|quote|>And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can | down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"you must know my name."... | t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almo... | things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful... | exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, f... | me to," his companion resumed. "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she neve... | protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upo... | Daisy Miller |
And he proceeded to pronounce it. | No speaker | "you must know my name."<|quote|>And he proceeded to pronounce it.</|quote|>"Oh, dear, I can t | "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name."<|quote|>And he proceeded to pronounce it.</|quote|>"Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his | a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name."<|quote|>And he proceeded to pronounc... | with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t i... | ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl rep... | whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his... | "She s your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Ev... | then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very ... | Daisy Miller |
"Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" | Daisy Miller | he proceeded to pronounce it.<|quote|>"Oh, dear, I can t say all that!"</|quote|>said his companion with a | must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it.<|quote|>"Oh, dear, I can t say all that!"</|quote|>said his companion with a laugh. But by this time | gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it.<|quote|>"Oh, dear, I can t... | a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to... | the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear ... | for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that ... | Winterbourne s admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a heada... | an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her ... | Daisy Miller |
said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. | No speaker | can t say all that!"<|quote|>said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them.</|quote|>"Mother!" said the young girl | pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!"<|quote|>said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them.</|quote|>"Mother!" said the young girl in ... | I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!"<|quote|>said his companion with a laugh. But b... | it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in he... | steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she se... | of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declar... | curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid. She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs; she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache an... | want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young gir... | Daisy Miller |
"Mother!" | Daisy Miller | turning her back to them.<|quote|>"Mother!"</|quote|>said the young girl in | intently at the lake and turning her back to them.<|quote|>"Mother!"</|quote|>said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon | I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them.<|quote|>"Mother!"</|quote|>said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon ... | I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said hi... | her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for... | aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t... | table d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive;... | should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little la... | Daisy Miller |
said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. | No speaker | her back to them. "Mother!"<|quote|>said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round.</|quote|>"Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy | at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!"<|quote|>said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round.</|quote|>"Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man | can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!"<|quote|>said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the el... | DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his ... | she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER... | conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got R... | d hote. Every two days she had a headache. "I think that s a lovely description, headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m d... | slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in que... | Daisy Miller |
"Mr. Winterbourne," | Daisy Miller | the elder lady turned round.<|quote|>"Mr. Winterbourne,"</|quote|>said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing | tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round.<|quote|>"Mr. Winterbourne,"</|quote|>said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly | had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round.<|quote|>"Mr. Winterbourne,"</|quote|>said Miss Daisy Miller, ... | girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, w... | Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen ... | t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the d... | headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak... | again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. ... | Daisy Miller |
said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose... | No speaker | lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne,"<|quote|>said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light per... | decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne,"<|quote|>said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother... | up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne,"<|quote|>said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the yo... | in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to th... | had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s ri... | her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness... | all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much. I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her. She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I m dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don t speak to everyone-... | was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conve... | Daisy Miller |
"What are you doing, poking round here?" | Daisy Miller | her, pulling her shawl straight.<|quote|>"What are you doing, poking round here?"</|quote|>this young lady inquired, but | at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight.<|quote|>"What are you doing, poking round here?"</|quote|>this young lady inquired, but by no means with that | a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight.<|quote|>"What are y... | and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin... | I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking in... | my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilt... | girl looked at him through the dusk. "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkn... | checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here be... | Daisy Miller |
this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. | No speaker | you doing, poking round here?"<|quote|>this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply.</|quote|>"I don t know," said | her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?"<|quote|>this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply.</|quote|>"I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the | hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?"<|quote|>this young... | Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, ... | Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back ... | my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fear... | "But I suppose she doesn t have a headache every day," she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. "She tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her ... | her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness... | Daisy Miller |
"I don t know," | Mrs. Miller | choice of words may imply.<|quote|>"I don t know,"</|quote|>said her mother, turning toward | harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply.<|quote|>"I don t know,"</|quote|>said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn | as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply.<|quote|>"I don t know,"</|q... | grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe... | said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. W... | steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she se... | tells me she does," he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not af... | right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." A... | Daisy Miller |
said her mother, turning toward the lake again. | No speaker | imply. "I don t know,"<|quote|>said her mother, turning toward the lake again.</|quote|>"I shouldn t think you | her choice of words may imply. "I don t know,"<|quote|>said her mother, turning toward the lake again.</|quote|>"I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy | she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know,"<|quote|>said her mother, turning toward th... | a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no gree... | a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss ... | your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then,"... | he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave ... | walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you disti... | Daisy Miller |
"I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" | Daisy Miller | turning toward the lake again.<|quote|>"I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!"</|quote|>Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" | t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again.<|quote|>"I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!"</|quote|>Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a | looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again.<|quote|>"I shouldn t think you d want that... | eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Dai... | come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young... | "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh... | say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied ther... | to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time t... | Daisy Miller |
Daisy exclaimed. | No speaker | you d want that shawl!"<|quote|>Daisy exclaimed.</|quote|>"Well I do!" her mother | again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!"<|quote|>Daisy exclaimed.</|quote|>"Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. | shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!"<|quote|>Daisy exclaimed.</|quote|>"Well I do!" ... | decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "Wha... | near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," ... | joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid you... | him. Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked... | an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement. Suddenly it seemed to pause. "Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her ... | Daisy Miller |
"Well I do!" | Mrs. Miller | want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed.<|quote|>"Well I do!"</|quote|>her mother answered with a | shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed.<|quote|>"Well I do!"</|quote|>her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get | "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed.<|quote|>"Well I do!"</|quote|>her mother answe... | a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing... | to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as M... | "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t app... | prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortifi... | advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serene... | Daisy Miller |
her mother answered with a little laugh. | No speaker | Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!"<|quote|>her mother answered with a little laugh.</|quote|>"Did you get Randolph to | you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!"<|quote|>her mother answered with a little laugh.</|quote|>"Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the | doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!"<|quote|>her mother answered with a little laugh... | of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round he... | of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello ha... | guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking ... | visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear yo... | introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I c... | Daisy Miller |
"Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" | Daisy Miller | answered with a little laugh.<|quote|>"Did you get Randolph to go to bed?"</|quote|>asked the young girl. "No; | "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh.<|quote|>"Did you get Randolph to go to bed?"</|quote|>asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," | inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh.<|quote|>"Did you get Randolph to go to bed?"</|qu... | daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by ... | looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a won... | a fearful old thing!" the young girl replied serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a se... | and closing her enormous fan. "She doesn t want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no on... | it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she ... | Daisy Miller |
asked the young girl. | No speaker | Randolph to go to bed?"<|quote|>asked the young girl.</|quote|>"No; I couldn t induce | little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?"<|quote|>asked the young girl.</|quote|>"No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very | of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?"<|quote|>asked the young girl.</|quote|>"No; I couldn t ind... | she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice o... | back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness... | serenely. "I told her she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you-... | want to know me!" she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young gir... | my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come u... | Daisy Miller |
"No; I couldn t induce him," | Mrs. Miller | bed?" asked the young girl.<|quote|>"No; I couldn t induce him,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Miller very gently. | get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl.<|quote|>"No; I couldn t induce him,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to | choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl.<|quote|>"No; I couldn t induce him,"</|quote|>said Mrs. ... | in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don ... | said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly d... | she could wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER... | she said suddenly. "Why don t you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few ... | introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I c... | Daisy Miller |
said Mrs. Miller very gently. | No speaker | I couldn t induce him,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Miller very gently.</|quote|>"He wants to talk to | asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Miller very gently.</|quote|>"He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to | don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Miller very gently.</|quote|>"He wants ... | Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mothe... | tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother... | t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it... | you say so? You needn t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You ne... | you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introd... | Daisy Miller |
"He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." | Mrs. Miller | said Mrs. Miller very gently.<|quote|>"He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter."</|quote|>"I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," | I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently.<|quote|>"He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter."</|quote|>"I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; | mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently.<|quote|>"He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes... | him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I ... | the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light p... | sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn... | t be afraid. I m not afraid!" And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she ... | flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the gar... | Daisy Miller |
"I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," | Daisy Miller | to talk to that waiter."<|quote|>"I was telling Mr. Winterbourne,"</|quote|>the young girl went on; | to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter."<|quote|>"I was telling Mr. Winterbourne,"</|quote|>the young girl went on; and to the young man | shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter."<|quote|>"I was telling Mr. Winterbourne,"</|quote|>the y... | her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother an... | man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certa... | on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fu... | fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she w... | ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fearful old thing!" the young girl rep... | Daisy Miller |
the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. | No speaker | "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne,"<|quote|>the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life.</|quote|>"Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I | to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne,"<|quote|>the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life.</|quote|>"Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing | do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne,"<|quote|>the young girl went on; and to the young man s ... | you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "D... | "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzle... | "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman.... | in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. "My dear young lady," he protested, "she knows no one. It s her wretched health." The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of ... | my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissible--" "perhaps she feels guilty about your shawl." "Oh, it s a fear... | Daisy Miller |
"Oh, yes!" | Winterbourne | his name all her life.<|quote|>"Oh, yes!"</|quote|>said Winterbourne; "I have the | that she had been uttering his name all her life.<|quote|>"Oh, yes!"</|quote|>said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son." | Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life.<|quote|>"Oh, yes!"</|quote|>said Winterbourne; "I have the plea... | t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter... | mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave ... | for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her lit... | girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. ... | thick dusk?" Winterbourne asked. "Well!" cried Miss Daisy Miller with a laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doe... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne; | No speaker | all her life. "Oh, yes!"<|quote|>said Winterbourne;</|quote|>"I have the pleasure of | had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!"<|quote|>said Winterbourne;</|quote|>"I have the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s | very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!"<|quote|>said Winterbourne;</|quote|>"I have the pleasure of know... | said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He like... | a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no gree... | is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat... | on a few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller... | wear it. She won t come here because she sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I ... | Daisy Miller |
"I have the pleasure of knowing your son." | Winterbourne | life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne;<|quote|>"I have the pleasure of knowing your son."</|quote|>Randolph s mamma was silent; | uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne;<|quote|>"I have the pleasure of knowing your son."</|quote|>Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to | "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne;<|quote|>"I have the pleasure of knowing your son."</|quote... | mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk... | spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she... | s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monoto... | few steps, laughing still. "You needn t be afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller look... | a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say a... | Daisy Miller |
Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. | No speaker | pleasure of knowing your son."<|quote|>Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke.</|quote|>"Well, I don t see | said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son."<|quote|>Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke.</|quote|>"Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it | likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son."<|quote|>Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her... | t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne,... | very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was ... | who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was n... | afraid," she repeated. "Why should she want to know me?" Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and the... | laugh; "I guess I know my own mother. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things." The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. "I am afraid your mother doesn t see you," said Winterbourne. "Or perhaps," he added, thinking, with... | Daisy Miller |
"Well, I don t see how he lives!" | Mrs. Miller | But at last she spoke.<|quote|>"Well, I don t see how he lives!"</|quote|>"Anyhow, it isn t so | her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke.<|quote|>"Well, I don t see how he lives!"</|quote|>"Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at | to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke.<|quote|>"Well, I don t see how he lives!"</|quote|>"An... | little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that s... | Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired... | down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he ... | to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered... | glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," ... | Daisy Miller |
"Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," | Daisy Miller | t see how he lives!"<|quote|>"Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover,"</|quote|>said Daisy Miller. "And what | she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!"<|quote|>"Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover,"</|quote|>said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. | might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!"<|quote|>"Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover,... | to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life... | extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent ... | I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I... | front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, a... | Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spar... | Daisy Miller |
said Daisy Miller. | No speaker | as it was at Dover,"<|quote|>said Daisy Miller.</|quote|>"And what occurred at Dover?" | it isn t so bad as it was at Dover,"<|quote|>said Daisy Miller.</|quote|>"And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t | her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover,"<|quote|>said Daisy Miller.</|quote|>"And what occurred at Dover?" W... | him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure o... | as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mo... | I didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this t... | sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injur... | sees you." "Ah, then," said Winterbourne, "I had better leave you." "Oh, no; come on!" urged Miss Daisy Miller. "I m afraid your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn... | Daisy Miller |
"And what occurred at Dover?" | Winterbourne | at Dover," said Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"And what occurred at Dover?"</|quote|>Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t | so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"And what occurred at Dover?"</|quote|>Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. | yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller.<|quote|>"And what occurred at Dover?"</|quote|>Winterbourne ask... | Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your s... | observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward t... | introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they ... | surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such... | mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introdu... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne asked. | No speaker | "And what occurred at Dover?"<|quote|>Winterbourne asked.</|quote|>"He wouldn t go to | at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?"<|quote|>Winterbourne asked.</|quote|>"He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess | the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?"<|quote|>Winterbourne asked.</|quote|>"He wouldn t go to bed at all... | to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was sile... | greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn... | Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, a... | were dimly seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in hi... | gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my gentlemen f... | Daisy Miller |
"He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." | Daisy Miller | occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked.<|quote|>"He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that."</|quote|>"It was half-past twelve," declared | said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked.<|quote|>"He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that."</|quote|>"It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. | of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked.<|quote|>"He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up al... | to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she ... | was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that... | young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew n... | seen mountain forms. Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. "Gracious! she IS exclusive!" she said. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attemp... | your mother doesn t approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO in... | Daisy Miller |
"It was half-past twelve," | Mrs. Miller | o clock: I know that."<|quote|>"It was half-past twelve,"</|quote|>declared Mrs. Miller with mild | t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that."<|quote|>"It was half-past twelve,"</|quote|>declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "Does he sleep much | isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that."<|quote|>"It was half-past twelve,"</|quote|>declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "... | indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller... | of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mr... | it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon th... | and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit t... | you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introd... | Daisy Miller |
declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. | No speaker | that." "It was half-past twelve,"<|quote|>declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis.</|quote|>"Does he sleep much during | twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve,"<|quote|>declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis.</|quote|>"Does he sleep much during the day?" Winterbourne demanded. "I | as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve,"<|quote|>declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis.</|quote|>"Does he sleep... | been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at... | choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gentl... | can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady... | almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a pro... | large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greeting--she certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shaw... | Daisy Miller |
"Does he sleep much during the day?" | Winterbourne | Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis.<|quote|>"Does he sleep much during the day?"</|quote|>Winterbourne demanded. "I guess he | "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis.<|quote|>"Does he sleep much during the day?"</|quote|>Winterbourne demanded. "I guess he doesn t sleep much," Daisy | Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis.<|quote|>"Does he sleep much during the day?"</|quote|>Win... | life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "H... | don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the wa... | his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winter... | injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare t... | walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I ... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne demanded. | No speaker | sleep much during the day?"<|quote|>Winterbourne demanded.</|quote|>"I guess he doesn t | with mild emphasis. "Does he sleep much during the day?"<|quote|>Winterbourne demanded.</|quote|>"I guess he doesn t sleep much," Daisy rejoined. "I | Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "Does he sleep much during the day?"<|quote|>Winterbourne demanded.</|quote|>"I guess he doesn t slee... | the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat ... | toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter.... | this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, in... | it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But b... | "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this t... | Daisy Miller |
"I guess he doesn t sleep much," | Daisy Miller | during the day?" Winterbourne demanded.<|quote|>"I guess he doesn t sleep much,"</|quote|>Daisy rejoined. "I wish he | emphasis. "Does he sleep much during the day?" Winterbourne demanded.<|quote|>"I guess he doesn t sleep much,"</|quote|>Daisy rejoined. "I wish he would!" said her mother. "It | "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "Does he sleep much during the day?" Winterbourne demanded.<|quote|>"I guess he doesn t sleep much,"</|quote|>Daisy rejoi... | of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night ... | lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was te... | they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing ... | in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had... | delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne coul... | Daisy Miller |
Daisy rejoined. | No speaker | he doesn t sleep much,"<|quote|>Daisy rejoined.</|quote|>"I wish he would!" said | day?" Winterbourne demanded. "I guess he doesn t sleep much,"<|quote|>Daisy rejoined.</|quote|>"I wish he would!" said her mother. "It seems as | all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "Does he sleep much during the day?" Winterbourne demanded. "I guess he doesn t sleep much,"<|quote|>Daisy rejoined.</|quote|>"I wish he would!" sa... | was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed ... | d want that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young ... | who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and pr... | comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this pe... | grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe... | Daisy Miller |
"I wish he would!" | Mrs. Miller | t sleep much," Daisy rejoined.<|quote|>"I wish he would!"</|quote|>said her mother. "It seems | demanded. "I guess he doesn t sleep much," Daisy rejoined.<|quote|>"I wish he would!"</|quote|>said her mother. "It seems as if he couldn t." | guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "Does he sleep much during the day?" Winterbourne demanded. "I guess he doesn t sleep much," Daisy rejoined.<|quote|>"I wish he would!"</|quote|>said her ... | she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o ... | that shawl!" Daisy exclaimed. "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl we... | they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. ... | He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixtur... | that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair. Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous d... | Daisy Miller |
said her mother. | No speaker | rejoined. "I wish he would!"<|quote|>said her mother.</|quote|>"It seems as if he | doesn t sleep much," Daisy rejoined. "I wish he would!"<|quote|>said her mother.</|quote|>"It seems as if he couldn t." "I think he | all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "Does he sleep much during the day?" Winterbourne demanded. "I guess he doesn t sleep much," Daisy rejoined. "I wish he would!"<|quote|>said her mother.</|quote|>"It seem... | to the lake. But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It ... | "Well I do!" her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ... | to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as M... | sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and... | approve of my walking with you." Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost... | Daisy Miller |
"It seems as if he couldn t." | Mrs. Miller | he would!" said her mother.<|quote|>"It seems as if he couldn t."</|quote|>"I think he s real | much," Daisy rejoined. "I wish he would!" said her mother.<|quote|>"It seems as if he couldn t."</|quote|>"I think he s real tiresome," Daisy pursued. Then, for | the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "Does he sleep much during the day?" Winterbourne demanded. "I guess he doesn t sleep much," Daisy rejoined. "I wish he would!" said her mother.<|quote|>"It seems as if he couldn t."<... | But at last she spoke. "Well, I don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past... | her mother answered with a little laugh. "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone ... | of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello ha... | would be very approachable for consolatory purposes. He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the y... | didn t introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother," the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, "I shouldn t think I was natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this tim... | Daisy Miller |
"I think he s real tiresome," | Daisy Miller | as if he couldn t."<|quote|>"I think he s real tiresome,"</|quote|>Daisy pursued. Then, for some | said her mother. "It seems as if he couldn t."<|quote|>"I think he s real tiresome,"</|quote|>Daisy pursued. Then, for some moments, there was silence. "Well, | bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "Does he sleep much during the day?" Winterbourne demanded. "I guess he doesn t sleep much," Daisy rejoined. "I wish he would!" said her mother. "It seems as if he couldn t."<|quote|>"I think he s real tiresome,"</|... | don t see how he lives!" "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller w... | "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been ut... | looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a won... | He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in ... | natural." "To introduce me," said Winterbourne, "you must know my name." And he proceeded to pronounce it. "Oh, dear, I can t say all that!" said his companion with a laugh. But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently... | Daisy Miller |
Daisy pursued. Then, for some moments, there was silence. | No speaker | think he s real tiresome,"<|quote|>Daisy pursued. Then, for some moments, there was silence.</|quote|>"Well, Daisy Miller," said the | if he couldn t." "I think he s real tiresome,"<|quote|>Daisy pursued. Then, for some moments, there was silence.</|quote|>"Well, Daisy Miller," said the elder lady, presently, "I shouldn | know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "Does he sleep much during the day?" Winterbourne demanded. "I guess he doesn t sleep much," Daisy rejoined. "I wish he would!" said her mother. "It seems as if he couldn t." "I think he s real tiresome,"<|quote|>Daisy pursued. Then, for so... | "Anyhow, it isn t so bad as it was at Dover," said Daisy Miller. "And what occurred at Dover?" Winterbourne asked. "He wouldn t go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "Does ... | to bed?" asked the young girl. "No; I couldn t induce him," said Mrs. Miller very gently. "He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life... | turning her back to them. "Mother!" said the young girl in a tone of decision. Upon this the elder lady turned round. "Mr. Winterbourne," said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with he... | quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they needn t mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here... | at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. "What are you doing, poking round here?" this young lady inquired, but by no means with that harshness of accent which her choice of words may imply. "I don t know," said her mother, turning toward the lake again. "I shouldn t think you d want that shawl!" Daisy e... | Daisy Miller |
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